It's Christmas, and the Doctor is running again. But unlike last year, he's not on a doomed ship running from robotic killer angels, cursing himself as thousands die. This year he's with Rose, laughing madly as they run from the angry group of overweight Christmas carolers they'd mistaken for Raxicorricofallipitorian invaders.
The song ends and they stop singing and just stand bundled in the cold, exhaling clouds, surrounded by carolers who haven't noticed they shouldn't be there, and she grins up at him and all the fairy lights in the world couldn't match that brilliance.
"Can we grab some hot cocoa on our way back to the TARDIS?" she asks, flakes of snow landing gently on her eyelashes, and he takes her mittened hand in his own and replies, "Lead the way, Ms. Tyler," and she does.
She goes into a long exposition as to how much carols mean to the holidays spirit, how much she adores them, and that it bothers her to see me so morose.
What can I tell her? That those merry songs remember me of Her, and therefore exponentially detract from the enjoyment I should be feeling?
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(I hope 10.5 counts. ^_^;;)
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:)
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The song ends and they stop singing and just stand bundled in the cold, exhaling clouds, surrounded by carolers who haven't noticed they shouldn't be there, and she grins up at him and all the fairy lights in the world couldn't match that brilliance.
"Can we grab some hot cocoa on our way back to the TARDIS?" she asks, flakes of snow landing gently on her eyelashes, and he takes her mittened hand in his own and replies, "Lead the way, Ms. Tyler," and she does.
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What can I tell her? That those merry songs remember me of Her, and therefore exponentially detract from the enjoyment I should be feeling?
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