A Christmas Carol: Sharks

"Fish!" the Doctor grinned, staring at the little fish in awe.

"Sorry, what?" Amy shouted over the sounds of crashing and bangs in the ship.

"Fish that can swim in fog," he glanced at Angel, "I love new planets."

"I know," Angel gave him a soft smile, that was one thing she really and truly loved about him.

He had once told Amy that he 'couldn't see it anymore,' the wonders of the Universe. But she was fairly certain that it was just the big wonders, like...supernovas or seeing planets forming, though that always took HER breath away to see, the Doctor had seen it happen so often...well, she could understand that. But to her, no two stars, no two planets, were the same, and that always made it unique. She could see it now though, the little things getting to him, the wonders of a fish swimming in fog was a wonder on this planet and he could see it too.

She couldn't help but let her hand rest on her too-small bump as the Doctor moved towards the street light, she hoped that the baby would be like him in that, able to see how wonderful things were, how amazing, even something as small as fish. She bit her lip though, she...she was trying not to do that, think too much on what the baby might be like, what he or she might grow up to be. She was all too aware that anything could go wrong at any moment at all and...there would be no future like that. She wished with everything she had that it wouldn't happen that way, that just once the Universe would hear her bargain and agree to it, give her the baby, but...in the back of her mind, she knew the chance was rather large that she wouldn't be the lucky one of her family. For all the Doctor had called her his good luck charm, she hadn't really had that much luck on Gallifrey and, given his amnesia, she was starting to think her momentary romance with him was just a fluke of luck instead.

She was trying not to think of what the baby would look like as a child or as an adult, whether it was a boy or girl, even names she hadn't given a thought to...because...it would hurt. It would hurt too much if she thought of all that, if she planned for it, if she hoped for it too badly and then...she lost it. If she started to give it names then it was real, then it was a far more real possibility in her mind and she'd be...too attached to it. Not that she wasn't already. She loved it more than anything, it was literally all she had left of the old Doctor, and that scared her. She had never loved anything so suddenly before, not even the Doctor. Their love had grown over time, but this...the moment she'd found out she was pregnant her hearts had just...taken the baby in. And try as she might she felt more love for her baby every day, because...every day was one day closer to it possibly being born healthy and alive.

And she knew she couldn't hope that far ahead. If she lost the baby...if it...if it died and she felt too much for it, it would break her more than the Doctor's amnesia, than River Song's cutting remarks ever could.

So she tried not to think too far ahead because, no matter what she did, she couldn't see that far ahead either. She didn't know what would happen with the baby, she didn't know and for that reason alone she had to be careful with her hope.

It was such a fragile thing, to lose that...

She didn't even want to think about it, about what she might become if she ever lost all hope.

"Doctor!" Amy snapped, startling Angel out of her thoughts, "Doctor, please don't get distracted!"

Angel sighed, looking over to see him beaming up at the fishes, completely enthralled by them, "It's too late Amy."

"Now, why would people be frightened of you tiny little fellas?" the Doctor held up his hand as the fish nipped at his fingers before scooting back a moment, as though staring at something, and scurrying past him.

He turned around to see they were now swimming around Angel, literally whizzing around her, one even floating right up to her cheek and nibbling on it as though giving her a small kiss which made her laugh at the tickling sensation. The Doctor couldn't help but smile softly at the sight, it was far better when fish-who-weren't-other-men made her smile and laugh like that. THAT was perfectly acceptable in his book, fish were animals and not people (boys) and they were small and innocent...a lot like Angel was. Literally, she was a bit short in this incarnation and very...dainty...especially in her flowing dress, it made her look like she needed protection, though he knew it was nothing of the sort, the Vortex could protect her well enough and her visions would always help her be ready for an attack...mostly. But...he couldn't help but feel that protective streak rise in him. There were times when she was in danger, like when she'd been taken below the earth, and all he could think about was getting her back and that fear that struck him. He didn't like her being in danger and he'd sworn to himself that he would do whatever he could to make sure she'd be ok, she'd be safe and protected. She was the last Time Lady after all!

Though...there were times where he felt like that drive went...a bit beyond her simply being the last Time Lady...he wasn't sure what exactly the beyond was, but...it happened. Quite a lot really. More and more.

"Look at you," he cooed at the fish as Angel walked over to him, bringing the fish with her, "Sweet little fishy-wish...ow!" he pouted, snapping his hand away as one of the fish nipped a bit hard on his finger he'd been wagging at it...like it had bit him. But the pout became a small smile when he heard Angel laugh just a little at it, well that was alright then, he hadn't seen her really laugh or smile since Rory and Amy's wedding...and most of it had been because of Rory, so the fact that HE had made her laugh, even if it meant he'd gotten bitten to do it, was just fine, "Mind you," he realized, "Fish in the fog, so the cloud cover..." he looked up at the very, very large sky and winced, thinking about what sort of fish might be swimming up there, a whale could probably fit there...and if a whale could, sharks and other predators could as well, "Oh," he lifted the comm., "Careful up there."

"Oh, great, thanks, Doctor, because there was a real danger we were all going to nod off!" Amy replied sarcastically, "We've got..."

"Less than an hour," Angel cut in, "I know Amy, and I promise, everything will be ok," she crossed her hearts, the movement scattering the fish.

The Doctor looked over at a large clock tower just as it struck 11 and 'Ding Dong Merrily on High' started to play over the speakers behind them.

"How are you getting us off here?" Amy asked.

"Oh, just give me a minute!" he turned and started pacing.

"We can't take the TARDIS," Angel murmured, "The ship's moving too much for her to get a proper lock," they'd tried like mad to do it, but even with the TARDIS helping them the ship was just jostling too much.

He nodded, "So that ship needs to land, but it can't land unless a very bad man suddenly decides to turn nice, just in time for Christmas Day!"

"Doctor, I can't hear you," Amy called as the song grew louder behind them, "What is that? Is that singing?"

"A Christmas carol."

"A what?"

"A Christmas carol!"

"A what?"

"A CHRISTMAS CAROL!"

"Doctor!"

"Oh no…" Angel rubbed her head, feeling a migraine coming.

This was NOT what she needed. She was tired, no matter how much the Pandorica had restored her and the baby to health, she still felt as weary as she had when she'd been shot by the Dalek and she HAD been awake for nearly 2,000 years, she was just...she wanted this to be a quick and easy fix, but she should have known, with the Doctor's luck it wouldn't be. One Christmas, just one, that was all she wanted. One Christmas without some deadly danger popping up.

She sighed, find the one good thing...she looked around, well at least it wasn't killer robots this year.

The Doctor, oblivious to her exasperation, looked up at the sky, a sly smile crossing his face, "Kazran Sardick!"

"Doctor!" Amy yelled.

"Merry Christmas, Kazran Sardick!" he turned to Angel and grinned, before rushing off down the street where the TARDIS had rematerialized, following her Pilots.

~8~

Kazran had fallen asleep in his chair after such a very hard day of being an old miser, when a recording started playing on the wall before him. A projection of a little boy, sitting in his bedroom, speaking to the camera, "Hello. My name is Kazran Sardick. I'm 12 and a half and this is my bedroom."

"Top secret special project," he murmured in his sleep.

"This is my top secret special project. For my eyes only. Merry Christmas!" the boy added with a wide, innocent smile.

"Kazran, Kazran!" a stern man yelled from somewhere on the projection.

Kazran jolted awake, watching the screen with wide eyes as a man he recognized as his father stormed into the boy's...into HIS...bedroom.

"Kazran, what are you doing? What are you doing?!" he glared at the camera which made Kazran jump up and stumble back in fear, as though the man on screen could really see him and knew he was there, as though he'd jump out of the projection and come after him, but then he turned back to the boy, "I've warned you before about this, you stupid, ignorant, ridiculous child!"

"I was just going to make a film of the fish," Young Kazran defended, shrinking back from the intimidating man.

"The fish are dangerous!"

"I just want to see them."

"Don't be stupid, you're far too young!"

"Everyone at school's seen the fish."

"That's enough!" he pointed a warning finger at his son, "You'll be singing to them next, like gypsies."

"The singing works! I've seen it. The fish like the singing!"

Kazran swallowed hard, backing up closer to the wall behind him, putting as much distance as he could between the projection and memory of his father and himself, though he was still watching the video, entranced.

"What does it matter what fish like?"

"People say we don't have to be afraid of the fish," Young Kazran tried to explain, "They're not really interested in us."

"You don't listen to people! You listen to me!" and with that...he backhanded his son.

Kazran himself flinched, closing his eyes tightly a moment, reaching a hand to his cheek, feeling a phantom sting in his cheek, he'd felt that all too often as a child.

"Ow!" Young Kazran cried, ducking his head and covering his face, "I'm sorry, Father!"

"This is my house!"

The Doctor and Angel entered silently from the side room Angel had parked the TARDIS in before, coming to stand behind Kazran, Angel watching as Young Kazran sobbed at his desk, her hand automatically resting on her bump while the Doctor walked over to Kazran. She couldn't imagine that, her father had struck her once or twice as a child, yes, but he was always so repentant after that, the Kazran she saw on the screen...something told her this happened FAR too much to him and, judging by the man his father was, the man was not repentant at all. It made her want to jump through the screen and shield him from the man, give the little boy a fierce hug and tell him it would be alright...

The Doctor paused behind Kazran and put a hand on the old man's shoulder, seeing him shaking from the memory the projection was bringing up, "It's ok. It's ok."

Kazran jerked away from his touch and spun around, "What have you done? What is this?"

"Found it on an old drive. Sorry about the picture quality, had to recover the data using quantum enfolding and a paperclip," he sat down in Kazran's armchair and picked up the newspaper while Angel walked closer to the projection, just watching sadly, staring at the little boy, feeling her hearts break at how that innocent little boy, who had smiled so widely in just the first few seconds of making the recording could grow up to be the bitter old man behind them, "Oh, I wouldn't bother calling your servants," the Doctor added as Kazran headed for a rope to sound the alarm for his men, "They quit. Apparently they won the lottery, at exactly the same time, which is a bit lucky when you think about it."

"There isn't a lottery."

"Yeah, as I say, lucky," he smirked.

"I told you one day that excuse would bite you," Angel remarked distractedly, frowning as Kazran's father came back to the camera from where he'd gone to pull a very large circular window in the back of the room shut.

"There's a fog warning tonight," the man had the nerve to glare at his son, "You keep these windows closed, understand? Closed!"

"Who are you?" Kazran eyed them.

"Tonight, I'm the Ghost of Christmas Past," the Doctor replied, lowering the newspaper.

"Mrs. Mantovani will be looking after you tonight," the father continued, "You stay here till she comes. Do you understand? Do you understand?!"

"You never got to see the fish," Angel murmured as Young Kazran nodded quickly, watching as his father stormed out of the room, "Did you?"

"What does that matter to you?" Kazran spat at her.

"It obviously mattered to you," she nodded at the projection where Young Kazran was crying, his father having slammed the door in his departure.

He looked on as well, watching a moment, "I cried all night, and I learned life's most invaluable lesson."

"Which is?" the Doctor looked up.

"Nobody comes. Get out! Get out of my house!"

"Ok, ok," the Doctor stepped back, heading towards the side room with Angel, "But we'll be back. Way back. Way, way back," Angel opened the door as the projection played and they stepped through.

Kazran glared at the door, listening to the wheezing sound of the TARDIS disappearing, before spinning around, hearing the same sound, but fainter, right behind him. He watched as Young Kazran lifted his head from the desk and turned to the circular window where the Doctor and Angel had appeared.

Kazran could only stare in wide-eyed shock at seeing them on the projection when they hadn't been before.

"See?" the Doctor called, "Back!" he pushed open the window.

"Who are you?" Young Kazran sniffled.

"Hi. I'm the Doctor and this is Angel. We're your new babysitters!" he jumped down into the room, Angel squatting down and hopping off the side, sighing because at least she hadn't flinched this time when the 'and this is Angel' didn't include 'my Mate.'

"Where's Mrs. Mantovani?"

"Oh, you'll never guess! Clever old Mrs. Manters, she only went and won the lottery!" he jumped on the bed and bounced.

"There isn't any lottery!" Kazran shouted at the screen.

"There isn't any lottery," Young Kazran called.

"I know," the Doctor grinned, "What a woman!"

He jumped off the bed as Angel walked over to Young Kazran, "Hello Kazran," Angel smiled at him, kneeling before him and taking his hands and squeezing them, "My aren't you a handsome boy."

"Oi!" the Doctor pouted, before even realizing he'd said anything.

Angel shook her head, "And you're a handsome man," she added, eyeing him oddly when he positively beamed at that, seeming rather pleased with her compliment, before he spun around and looked around the room. She blinked and turned back to Young Kazran, reaching out one hand to wipe the lingering tears away, "Much better," she winked at him.

The young boy smiled up at her, looking at her with...a small amount of awe really, no one was really that affectionate with him, before glancing at the Doctor, "If you're my babysitters, why are you climbing in the window?"

"'Cos if we were climbing out, we'd be going in the wrong direction," the Doctor remarked, "Pay attention."

"Mrs. Mantovani's always my babysitter."

"Times change," he walked over and peered into the camera, "Wouldn't you say? You see...Christmas Past," he pointed at himself.

"Who are you talking to?" Young Kazran eyed him oddly.

"You," he grinned at young Kazran and then proceeded to speak into the camera, "Now, your past is going to change. That means your memories will too. Scary, but you'll get the hang of it."

"I don't understand."

"I'll bet you don't! I wish I could see your face," he started pointing between Young Kazran and the camera.

"But that never happened!" Kazran shouted, turning away with wide eyes, "But it did!"

~8~

"Right, then!" the Doctor sat on the bed as Angel moved to sit on the desk beside Kazran's recorder, her arm around the young boy's shoulders, just wanting to comfort him more, she hated seeing children crying, "Your bedroom. Great! Let's see, you're 12 years old, so we'll stay away from under the bed," he looked around before grinning, "Cupboard! Big cupboard, I love a cupboard…" he ran over to it and opened it, looking around when suddenly…

~oOo~

…Angel laughed as she dashed out of the cupboard with his sonic in her hand, wiggling it triumphantly at him as she turned to face him across the hall from the cupboard. He nearly stumbled out, his eyes wide and dazed, hair mussed, tie slightly askew, his lips looking just a bit swollen...

"Well?" Angel asked him, a sly grin on her face, highly, highly amused by the state he was in.

He blinked a few times, his mouth opening and closing, trying (and failing) to get his mind working again after that little experience, that little...surprising...wonderful...amazing experience.

"Well…" he swallowed, looking at her, "That's one way to get the sonic off me," she giggled as he smoothed down his hair, recalling the faint groans she'd heard coming from him when she'd played with it to get it all stuck up like it was, "But…"

"But?" she eyed him.

The next thing she knew, her back was pressed against the corridor wall behind her making her gasp lightly, him holding her arms on either side of her, near her shoulders, his body pressed against her, letting her feel the heat rolling off it, "But two can play at that game," and with that, he leaned forward and kissed her deeply, making her squirm against him. He lowered her arms, trailing his hands down them till he found the sonic, grabbing it, and stepping back, "Ha ha!" he cried, victorious, holding up the sonic.

Angel panted a bit, as breathless as he had been, "Touché."

He laughed, reaching out a hand to take hers, kissing the back of it before they headed off down the hallway, flipping the sonic in his hand and sticking it back in his pocket with the thought that...maybe he ought to switch pockets from time to time, give Angel a bit of a challenge next time she tried to do THAT.

Oh he was SO hoping there would be a next time...

~oOo~

The Doctor cleared his throat, having NO idea where that had come from, and glanced back at Angel to see her watching him and looked back at the cupboard quickly, certain his face was red as a tomato. That had been...something, something he wasn't sure how to explain, "Do you know, there's a thing called a face spider," he began to ramble, his voice going squeaky, trying to move his mind off that very unexpected figment of his imagination, that very...um, nice...figment of his imagination, that had no right to be in his head, that wasn't right, he shouldn't be imagining Angel like that, them in a cupboard, together...doing things. It was disrespectful, really!

"It's just like a tiny baby's head with spider legs," he continued, really trying now to keep his mind from wandering back to that image, again, "And it's specifically evolved to scuttle up the backs of bedroom cupboards..." he closed the door, taking a breath, now calm and turned around.

"Which you probably shouldn't have mentioned," Angel cut in with a nod at Kazran, who was now eyeing his cupboard warily.

But the Doctor was just staring at her, at her lips really, unable to get the image of her right before he'd kissed her in his fantasy out of his head. They were different lips than he pictured, new lips...he frowned at that, why had he imagined her last self kissing him? He shook his head, looking around the room, at anything really, except Angel, this was getting a bit ridiculous and making him feel rather...odd.

"Right," he muttered and walked back in front of Kazran, "So what are we going to do?" he pointed at Kazran, focusing on him instead, "Eat crisps and talk about girls? I've never actually done that, but I bet it's easy. Girls! Yeah?" he winced, the only girl he really ever talked about was Angel...which just made him think of that image again, "Actually, no, no, let's not talk about girls, let's talk about trees eh? They're...fun, right?"

Angel gave him an odd look, "Are you alright Doctor?" his mind was racing so fast and changing track so quickly she had NO idea what was going on in that mind of his.

"Fine!" he half-shouted, his voice going very squeaky as he looked at her and then forced his gaze to the ceiling, which only made her frown more...why didn't he want to look at her?

"Are you really a babysitter?" Kazran eyed him suspiciously, that Angel girl was more like one he'd imagine than the Doctor was.

"Well I am," Angel told him with a squeeze, confirming his thoughts with a gentle smile, "I babysit him," she nodded at the Doctor, "24/7."

Kazran gave a little laugh at that.

"Oi!" the Doctor frowned, finally looking away from the chipping paint of the ceiling to look at them, "I think you'll find I'm universally recognized as a mature and responsible adult," he proclaimed, showing Kazran the psychic paper.

Angel stared at it blankly, STILL unable to see it, but Kazran just told him, "It's just a lot of wavy lines."

The Doctor pulled it back and looked at it, "Yeah, it's shorted out. Finally, a lie too big," he sighed and put it away.

"Rule 1," Angel whispered to the boy, "The Doctor lies all the time. Rule 2," she winked, "I won't. So no, we're not really babysitters."

"But it's Christmas Eve!" the Doctor cheered, "You don't want a real one, you want us."

"Why?" Kazran looked at him, "What's so special about you?"

"Have you ever seen 'Mary Poppins?'"

"No."

"Good. 'Cos that comparison would've been rubbish. Fish in the fog, fish in the clouds. How do people ever get bored? How did boredom even get invented?" he moved to stand at the open window.

"My dad's invented a machine to control the cloud belt," Kazran looked at Angel, "Tame the sky, he says. The fish'll be able to come down, but only when we let them. We can charge whatever we like."

The Doctor turned to face him, "Yeah. We've seen your dad's machine."

Angel frowned, spotting something large pass behind the Doctor, as she got up and walked over to him, looking out the window, trying to spot it again.

"What? You can't have."

"Tame the sky...Human Beings, you always manage to find the boring alternative, don't you? You want to see one? A fish. We can do that. We can see a fish."

"Aren't you going to tell me it's dangerous?"

"Dangerous?!" the Doctor laughed, "Come on, we're boys! And you know what boys say in the face of danger."

"What?"

"Mummy!"

Angel just shook her head at them. She didn't have to be psychic to know this would not end well.

~8~

The sonic screwdriver was tied to a string and pulley, hanging from the ceiling, the other half of the string continuing into the cupboard where the Doctor and Angel and Kazran were sitting, the Doctor on one side of the young boy (where he'd rushed to sit) and Angel on the other.

"Are there any face spiders in here?" Kazran asked, tensing as he looked around.

"It's alright Kazran," Angel put an arm around him again to comfort him.

"Nah, not at this time of night," the Doctor waved it off as he sat with his hand up, the string looped around his finger, "They'll all be sleeping in your mattress."

"Doctor," Angel called, shaking her head over the boy's head.

He nodded, "So...why are you so interested in fish?"

"'Cos they're scary," Kazran offered.

"Good answer."

"What kind of tie is that?" he pointed at the Doctor's bowtie.

"A cool one."

"Why is it cool?"

"Why are you REALLY interested in fish?" Angel asked him with a knowing smile.

"Don't bother lying," the Doctor added, "She's psychic, she'll know."

Kazran sighed, not really believing him but not feeling right about lying to a lady, "My school. During the last fog belt, the nets broke and there was an attack. Loads of them, a whole shoal. No one was hurt, but it was the most fish ever seen below the mountains."

"Were you scared?" the Doctor looked at him.

"I wasn't there. I was off sick."

"Ooh, lucky you…" Kazran put his head down, "Not lucky?"

"It's all anyone ever talks about now, the day the fish came. Everyone's got a story."

"But you don't," he looked at the camera they'd brought with them, sitting on the other side of the cupboard from them, "I see."

"Why are you recording this?"

"Do you pay attention at school, Kazran?"

"Sorry, what?" Kazran frowned as Angel smiled.

"'Cos you're not paying attention now," he looked at his finger where the string was tugging, "Shh!"

~8~

"Now I remember," Kazran breathed as he sat down heavily on his chair, watching the screen as the Doctor stood and moved to open the door, Angel getting up as well, "No, Doctor, you mustn't! Angel stop him!"

~8~

"Doctor, are you sure?" Kazran watched him.

"Trust me," the Doctor replied as Angel stepped around the boy to stand behind him.

"Ok," he sighed.

"Oi! Eyes on the tie. Look at me. I wear it and I don't care. Trust me?"

~8~

"Yes," Kazran breathed.

~8~

"Yes," Kazran smiled.

"That's why it's cool," Angel smiled lightly at the boy, reaching out a hand to ruffle his hair as she passed.

The Doctor turned and opened the door, slowly entering the room, Angel following after and shutting the door behind her. They smiled, seeing a small fish investigating the screwdriver, nipping at it with curiosity, "Hello, fishy," the Doctor slowly walked around to it, pressed against the wall so as not to disturb it or cause it to scurry off, "Let's see. Interesting. Crystalline fog, eh? Maybe carrying a tiny electrical charge. Is that how you fly, little fishy?"

"What is it?" Kazran spoke through the cupboard, "What kind? Can I see?"

"Just stay there a moment," Angel called, a frown starting to appear on her face as she looked past the Doctor and over at the window.

"Is it big?"

"Nah, just a little one," the Doctor leaned closer, "So, little fella, what do you eat?"

Angel pulled him back sharply, moments before a shark swam into the room and swallowed the fish, sonic and all.

"How little?"

"Erm..."

"Can I come out?"

"No!" Angel said quickly, slowly pulling the Doctor along, edging them to the door, though her eyes were on the shark, ready to use the Vortex for a shield if necessary.

"No," he agreed, "Maybe just...wait there for a moment."

"What color is it?" Kazran called.

"Big. Big color."

Angel opened the door to the cupboard and they dashed inside, slamming it shut behind them only for the shark to pound against it, "What's happening?" Kazran's eyes widened.

"Well, concentrating on the plusses, you've definitely got a story of your own now," the Doctor smiled, "Also, I got a good look at the fish, and I understand the fog, which'll help me land a spaceship in the future, and save a lot of lives. And I'll get some readings off my sonic screwdriver when I get it off the shark in your bedroom."

"There's a shark in my bedroom?!"

"Oh, fine, focus on that part!"

The banging stopped and Kazran cast a wary look at the door, "Has it gone? What's it doing?"

"What do you call it if you don't have any feet, and you're taking a run-up?"

Angel just grabbed Kazran and pulled him and the Doctor back from the door just as the shark broke through.

A/N: Three quick things...1st...I just want to apologize if this chapter seems sort, I'm not feeling too great at the moment (stupid bugs) and just made it to 5000 words, I'm hoping I'll feel better in the next couple days, but I'll try to get the next few chapters up to 5000 too :) Which also means Recollections won't be updated today :( I'm going to try to get that one up tomorrow (or the latest Thursday). But I actually got to sleep last night before midnight so that was really good and should help me feel better :)

2nd...I just have to say though that I am VERY excited because I just noticed that every single chapter I have uploaded to Doc Manager starting with the Almost People (except prequels/mini-sodes) is 5000 words already! That means, when I go through and edit...you guys are going to be getting MUCH longer chapters :) Yay! ^-^

And 3rd...the Doctor 'fantasized(!)' about Angel! Woo! I mean, I know it's really a memory, but HE thinks he's imagining him and Angel together. He remembers the memory-flash! ...he thinks it's just a figment of his imagination...but he remembered the flash! O.O ^-^

Some notes on reviews...

I'm very excited about almost every episode of Series 6 (and 7) lol :) If the original Doctor died...Angel would too so I don't think her thoughts would last very long lol, unless she had the Dampening Bracelet with her at the time :) She's Mated to the Doctor and only the Doctor so even if the Ganger is there, the Mating is only between one Time Lord and Lady so it wouldn't apply to the Ganger which is sort of sad :( The twist could be for both actually lol, there's a twist at the end of A Christmas Carol and at the end of Death of the Doctor :) There will definitely be a moment during that line Kazran gives but I won't say what ;) I think, in the show, he's more thinking of all his companions in general, to me (in the show) Rose and even River aren't more special than anyone else. Rose is like every other companion and River won't ever be his wife from Gallifrey, the mother of his children, so I think he's thinking of just everyone he lost and how he wishes he could have one more day with them :) I can say that we'll definitely see Angel and the Doctor's room and discover the basis of their faith, and...we'll see RORY's room too! O.O We'll have to wait and see though if the Doctor will learn of the pregnancy and if Angel will leave, but I can say there's quite a few twists for both }:) There have been some VERY good guesses about how he'll remember in every one of the challenge submissions (LOVE them all!) but I won't say if any of them are close though :) Lol, I've seen the Strax Carols, they were great, I don't think we've heard 11 sing though, so we'll have to wait and see if he might one day sing that carol to Angel }:) Lol, we saw a bit of the Doctor 'falling for' Angel here ;)

Lol, Earth Girl might just beat up Space Man yup, we'll have to wait and see :)

I can say that even if we don't get 10-Planner in the main story, if the Doctor remembers or not by then, we'll still get him in some way. I fully plan to do an AU one-shot if we don't get 10-Planner, where we WILL have 10-Planner, either angry that 11 forgot Angel or angry that 11 still doesn't remember her, but we WILL see 10-Planner ;)

The Doctor will actually confront Angel about a bit of the moodiness and something else at the end of this special ;)