#430 Santa Hat
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1) The Ninth Doctor and Jack
2) The First Doctor and the universe at large
Word Count: 100 x 2
Rating: U
Warnings: Gratuitous fourth wall breaking. (It's all William Hartnell's fault. He started it).
"Jack..."
"C'mon, Doc. Go with the flow."
"With you, that can only sound ominous. Anyway, it's easy for you to talk. You're not the one flying the TARDIS with a stupid hat on. If something goes wrong, and we go spiralling into catastrophe, it's hardly going to create the right impression. You can't turn up for the apocalypse wearing a Santa hat."
"Are we likely to go spiralling into catastrophe any time soon?"
"Us?"
"...Good point. Still, it's for Rose."
"Yeah. I still look daft, though."
"You look cute!"
"Yeah? Thanks! Now put that blasted mistletoe away. Honestly, you're incorrigible."
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All was quiet. Relaxing into his chair, the Doctor savoured the silence, and took a sip of brandy. The TARDIS had landed in London, one quiet Christmas Eve, and in merrily jingling Santa hats, Ben and Polly had gone to explore. They had left him to enjoy some rare peace, and the chance to reflect, however briefly, on a life that was slowing down. With a fond smile, he raised his glass, and addressed the lights beyond the TARDIS doors. "A happy Christmas to all of you at home!" He could almost fancy that from somewhere there came a reply.
1) The Ninth Doctor and Jack
2) The First Doctor and the universe at large
Word Count: 100 x 2
Rating: U
Warnings: Gratuitous fourth wall breaking. (It's all William Hartnell's fault. He started it).
"Jack..."
"C'mon, Doc. Go with the flow."
"With you, that can only sound ominous. Anyway, it's easy for you to talk. You're not the one flying the TARDIS with a stupid hat on. If something goes wrong, and we go spiralling into catastrophe, it's hardly going to create the right impression. You can't turn up for the apocalypse wearing a Santa hat."
"Are we likely to go spiralling into catastrophe any time soon?"
"Us?"
"...Good point. Still, it's for Rose."
"Yeah. I still look daft, though."
"You look cute!"
"Yeah? Thanks! Now put that blasted mistletoe away. Honestly, you're incorrigible."
************************************
All was quiet. Relaxing into his chair, the Doctor savoured the silence, and took a sip of brandy. The TARDIS had landed in London, one quiet Christmas Eve, and in merrily jingling Santa hats, Ben and Polly had gone to explore. They had left him to enjoy some rare peace, and the chance to reflect, however briefly, on a life that was slowing down. With a fond smile, he raised his glass, and addressed the lights beyond the TARDIS doors. "A happy Christmas to all of you at home!" He could almost fancy that from somewhere there came a reply.
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