Want some Doctor/Rose? Here ya go - A tiddly-widdle bit angsty, and I mean so small I probably shouldn't have mentioned it...

CAROL THREE

"Deck the TARDIS with bells of holly!"

"Tra-la-la-la-la CY-BER-MEN!"

" 'Tis the dimension to be jolly!"

"Tra-la-la-la-la SON-TAR-EN!"

"We put on our pretty coats now!"

"Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la DA-LEK!"

"Don't be mal-using that word now, Martha! Don't!" The Doctor stopped flitting about singing, and stood up like a dog on the trail of a scent. Martha dipped her head guiltily, apologising silently, and gestured to the lit up Control Panel.

"We're due at the Christmas party in 10 minutes, and we've still to pick up Rose!" she yelled from the other side of the TARDIS.

"You insult me, Martha Jones. You forget I am a Time Lord!" he smiled quirkily, and headed past his severed hand and grabbed his coat. In secret, he was excited out of his mind, so much he could only smile, as he got to see Miss Tyler once again, for a few, short hours.

He didn't need to get changed, unlike Rose and Martha; his coat had been given a festive holly trim. Martha and Rose, somehow great friends, had decided to co-ordinate their outfits and were going as angels – Not the most angelic of creatures known to the trio of travellers. The Doctor hit the switch to Rose's parallel universe, and the TARDIS began to fade out…

"You look perky!" A familiar female voice bounced off the walls of the spacey room: obviously they had to the dimension correct – It was Rose.

"GRAH! ROSE!" The Doctor ran to hug his former companion, more than that, his love. They embraced passionately, just a deep hug, but Martha averted her eyes quickly – Happy for him, yet certain sadness seeped through her. He loves her, she thought. Always have, he replied in thought, grinning. What? You're talking! She cried mentally, tears spilling out of her eyes. Christmas telepath: Oh hell, don't cry, Martha. Please, he explained.

Rose stood on her toes to kiss his lips, to which he kissed back enthusiastically, a 'finally' kiss, like Tosh and Owen, Abby and Connor, before them.

"Well, I think we should get a move on then, hm?" Martha said with a watery smile, wondering if someone would take a fancy at the Christmas party. The Doctor walked to the Panel, Rose trailing behind, looking sorry and sheepish.

"To London!" yelled The Doctor.

"TO LONDON!" Came the strong reply.