A/N: I don't own Doctor Who.

24/12

Christmas Eve. I'm glad Father Christmas is supposed to come tonight and not last night – there were too many other things going on for anyone to worry about him.

I tumbled into bed around midnight after a little too much to drink. I was sharing a room with my two girl cousins (11 and 4) and the Doctor was down the corridor sharing with my little brother. I think it was the alcohol that meant I didn't even think about having my nightmare before I fell asleep. I still woke up screaming at two this morning though.

My poor little cousin burst into tears as well and the whole house was woken up. The Doctor came racing down the hall as fast as he could but he wasn't the first on the scene. My cousin was being comforted by her parents and everyone else was yelling conflicting advice on how to calm me down. Though I'd stopped screaming I was now sobbing uncontrollably and nothing anyone was doing was helping.

The Doctor elbowed his way through the crowds and sat down beside me so I could fling myself into the comfort of his arms. I think mum was a bit irritated that nothing she had done had made any difference by I began to calm down as soon as the Doctor arrived.

As my sobs began to lessen I managed to mumble that I'd had too much to drink to which my male relatives reacted with much amusement. Though the Doctor stroked my back and said "I know, darling, I know" there was definitely a smile in his voice. He managed to get everyone to go away, my cousins quickly being allocated different sleeping places. Even my mum began to make leaving movements, after he had explained that I didn't need any "Sleepytime" tea and that neither of us would sleep again anyway.

Much as mum would hate to admit it, the Doctor had much more control of the situation than she did.

When everyone else began to stir this morning, the Doctor and I had long since given up being in bed. We'd had an early breakfast and a long walk. I took him on my favourite route through the surrounding fields.

We got back to the house at about nine, complete with pink noses, to find everyone else in bathroom negotiations and eating breakfast. As I had suspected mum took the earliest opportunity to whisk me off to another room to "talk". We left the Doctor to enjoy a second breakfast in the company of several of my cousins, whose meals generally ended in food fights.

Mum wanted to go into great detail over the dream, the last thing I wanted to do. I briefly explained that I'd been having them for a couple of weeks and that we were sorting it out. That could be considered as a sort of lie but I do really believe the Doctor has an idea of what is going on. Anyway she pestered me to give her a description of the dream but I managed to avoid that.

When I finally managed to escape back to the kitchen I discovered a food fight in full swing. My Aunt Molly had left the Doctor in charge and this, five minutes later, was the result. Absolute carnage. I demanded to know who had started it and five fingers were pointed unwaveringly at the Doctor. He was still armed, and eating his ammunition, so was unable to defend himself. I ordered him to go and have a shower and the others to help me tidy up.

As he walked past me to leave the room I told him that my mum thought it was best that we shared a room. I was ready with an explanation if he showed even the slightest hesitation or hint of surprise but he merely nodded and carried on walking, trying to remove some cereal from his hair.

The day passed in decorating, last minute wrapping, cooking and, naturally, eating. I even managed to play a bit of piano – something I hadn't done since I first started travelling with the Doctor. I was a bit rusty at first but soon got back into it. The Doctor came to find me after I'd been playing for a while, I think he was supposed to tell me that supper was ready but he got distracted as soon as he saw me at the piano. He sat down beside me and we played a couple of duets amid much giggling. It didn't surprise me that he knew how to play; he's been around a bit.

We were only interrupted with the arrival of Jack. I had no idea he was coming but apparently the Doctor had sorted it out with my mum, she is such a push over when it comes to him. She's completely smitten with Jack as well but it's entirely mutually and my Dad views him as some sort of innuendo filled tumbling puppy. My family's reaction to people cannot be normal.

A/N: I must just say I don't own "sleepytime" tea, I don't even like it, but my mum always tries to get me to drink it when I can't sleep.

There you are hope you like it, Christmas is coming!!

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