The Third Day of Christmas dawns, and it's time for a new companion to be introduced to some Christmas spirit (or something along those lines…maybe some Christmas misery or confusion or something like that).

Welp…can't think of much to say, which is weird considering how long my author's notes usually are…I guess I could say that I'm self-learning a really awesome Christmas piano medley, which I'm extremely pleased about. It's nearly perfect, and I'm planning on blowing some of my friends away with it once it's complete.

And…yeah. That's pretty much it for now.

God bless and have a Merry Christmas!

ThePro-LifeCatholic

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, its characters, villains, or planets. But you see, the reason why they call it a "planet" is to remind you to "plan-it"!

:D

Get it?

"Puntastic!"

Ah…gotta love Doctor Disco…

Writing Prompt: 3rd Day of Christmas

Characters: 9th Doctor, Mickey (Rickey?) Smith, Rose Tyler, Jack Harkness

Shippings: None

Genre: Friendship/family/Christmas-y

Rating: K

On the Third Day of Christmas

The Doctor let me see:

Mugs of Hot Chocolate

A new red bike,

And a small Babe asleep on the hay.

Mickey Smith really hoped that the TARDIS trio wasn't going to leave him stranded that night. He was standing outside of a multiple-story building in pants, boots, and several sweaters. His face was turned towards the sky, and his breath puffed into the air above his head in small white clouds. But he didn't have to stand out there shivering for long.

The wheezing groan of the Doctor's bigger-on-the-inside-spaceship penetrated the otherwise fairly quiet night, and Mickey raced towards the sound. He ran around the side of the building, skidding to a halt on the salt-sprinkled sidewalk as the TARDIS materialized a few feet away. The blue doors creaked open, and Rose's blond head peeked out from within the wooden box. She waved frantically when she caught sight of her boyfriend.

"Hey, Mickey!" she called, rushing across the parking lot and planting a kiss on Mickey's cheek. "How've things been with you?"

"Oh, you know, same old," Mickey replied with a shrug. "I thought you guys weren't gonna make it."

"We wouldn't 'ave missed it for the world!" Rose exclaimed. "Isn't that right, Jack?"

At the mention of his name, the dashing captain Jack Harkness disembarked from the ship. "Not a chance," he responded, winking at Mickey and pulling him into a bear hug. Rose chuckled and rubbed her bare hands together.

"Oooh; it's cold, innit?" she mused. Mickey pushed Jack back and inspected their outfits.

"Looks like you guys just got back from summer vacation," he pointed out. Rose and Jack exchanged glances.

"Yeah, we kind of do," the Time Agent agreed. "We just got back from a lovely little planet called 'Space Florida'. I think you'd love it, Mickey. We should take you along next time."

"Take who?" a new voice asked. The Doctor himself, dressed in a dark green t-shirt and signature black leather jacket sauntered over to the small group (after making sure that the TARDIS was locked up).

"Take Mickey the Mouse here to Space Florida," Jack elaborated. The Doctor raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth, most likely to make some sassy comment. Rose, however, beat him to speaking.

"Can we go inside, please? I'm gettin' cold standin' here."

"Oh, yeah, 'course. Follow me." With Mickey in the lead, the foursome entered the tall building.

"What is this place, exactly?" Jack wanted to know.

"It's a children's hospital," Mickey explained. "A whole group of us is gonna be singing for the kids. You know, give 'em some Christmas spirit."

"Ah," Jack responded. The Doctor folded his arms. "Don't expect me to be singing anything," he muttered. Rose shoved him playfully in the arm.

"Come on, Doctor," she wheedled. "Where's your Christmas spirit, huh? Don't you want to make the kids happy?"

The Doctor rolled his eyes and seemed to shrink back into his black jacket.

"Hey!" Jack interrupted, butting into the conversation. "Isn't there a café nearby?"

"Yeah…" Mickey replied suspiciously, racking his mind for some sinister reason why Captain Harkness would want to know that information.

"We could get some hot chocolate for all the carolers," Jack suggested. "You know, as a nice present."

"Or as an excuse to introduce yourself to all of 'em," Rose snickered. Jack grinned and shrugged before offering Rose a hand.

"Care to join me, Missus?"

"Don't mind if I do," Rose responded, trying to smother a smile in her multi-colored scarf. Wrapping her arm around the Captain's, the two turned and went back the way they came, leaving the Doctor and Mickey Smith alone in the hospital hallway.

"They ditched us on purpose!" the Doctor exclaimed. Mickey shook his head. "Rose isn't like that," he assured the Doctor. "She'll be back." As he said this, the boy pulled two red Santa hats out of his coat and handed one to the Doctor.

"I'm not wearing that," the Doctor stated.

"Come on," Mickey prodded. "All the carolers are wearing these."

"Does it look like I care?" the Doctor motioned to his face. "Besides, I'm not singing, anyway."

"What; are you not a good singer, or something? Afraid you'll mess up and be embarrassed?"

To Mickey's surprise, the Doctor didn't answer right away. Instead he glanced down at his shoes, as if they were the most interesting things in the world. Finally, with an effort, he cleared his throat and spoke.

"I don't really know any of the carols," he began, tripping over the explanation with hesitation. Mickey's eyes widened as the full effect of the Doctor's reason struck him.

"Oh," was all he could think to say for a moment. He shuffled his boots on the floor, leaving black scuff marks. The Doctor huffed, but didn't say anything more and didn't look at Mickey. It was Rose's boyfriend who finally broke the awkward silence.

"I could…you know…teach you some of 'em, if you'd like," he offered. The Doctor faced him now, his face blank, but his eyes betraying how stupid he probably felt at that moment.

"Really?"

"Yeah, sure." Mickey shrugged. "It's no big deal. And the words are really easy to pick up on. You'll see."

The Doctor, however, still seemed on-edge. He glanced around before leaning forward and addressing Mickey in a low stage-whisper.

"Promise you won't tell anyone? Especially Rose and Jack?"

Mickey nodded, barely managing to suppress a smile. "You're secret's safe with me, Doctor."

So while Rose and Jack stood in line, waiting to purchase about two dozen medium hot chocolates (with extra on the whipped cream), Mickey and the Doctor stood alone in the white hallway of a children's hospital. Mickey would sing a phrase, with the Doctor repeating it. If he messed up on the lyrics or the rhythm, then Mickey would patiently backtrack and help him correct his mistakes. It wasn't too long before the human and the alien had plowed through "We Wish You a Merry Christmas", "We Three Kings", "The Good King Wenceslas", and "Deck the Halls".

"'Twelve Days of Christmas' is easier," Mickey was saying. "Each person does one day. If you want, you can do the twelfth day, 'cause you only sing that one once."

"Alright," the Doctor nodded. "How does it go?"

"Hey!" Jack's voice rang through the hall. Rose and the Captain had returned, burdened with glorious beverages. Harkness cordially handed two steaming cups to the other two members of their group.

"Here you go, Mickey Mouse," he said with a wink. "And here you are, Doc."

"Thanks," Mickey replied gratefully, taking a small sip of the scalding liquid. "Oh, and here are some hats for you guys."

"Oh, yay! Santa hats!" Rose donned hers with enthusiasm. She struck a pose and smiled at Jack. "How do I look?"

"Gorgeous," Jack laughed. "Come on; the other carolers need their hot chocolate, too. You can give me names, Mickey."

"Fat chance," Mickey shot back. "Not when you'll be making out with 'em all night long."

Jack took the head of the line, and the four of them continued their journey to a wide, main room of the hospital's first floor. Rose followed closely behind, with the Doctor and Mickey taking up the rear.

"I'll give you the words to the twelfth day when we get there," he whispered. "And everyone always gets lyric sheets anyway, so if you can't remember the words, they'll be right there in front of you."

"Thanks, Mickey," the Doctor responded with a smile. He pulled the red hat over his head and batted the white pom-pom out of his face. Mickey grinned and gave him a thumbs-up.

"It looks awesome on you," he said with a chuckle. The Doctor rolled his eyes.

"Merry Christmas, Doctor," Mickey said, patting the alien on the arm. There was a brief pause before the Doctor returned the gesture.

"Merry Christmas to you too, Mickey. Maybe you could come along with us, for a Christmas trip."

Mickey nodded slowly. "Yeah," he finally answered. "Maybe I will."

I'm sorry that this is a day late…hopefully I can get the fourth day done today. This one didn't seem to be so much one-Doctor with one companion, but I wanted it to focus more on Mickey and the Doctor.

That, and it occurred to me that maybe the Doctor wouldn't know Christmas carols, and I thought it would be adorable to have him learn them. One of those really rare moments where the companion(s) knew something that the Doctor didn't, instead of vice versa.