Miles to Go: My Love on Christmas Day - Eleven

[wishiknewwho]

Title: My Love, On Christmas Day
Author: wishiknewwho
Rating: G
Characters: Ten / Rose, OC (Kira)
Dislcaimer: I don't own Doctor Who and it's probably just as well that I don't because it'd be nothing but hugs and hair ruffling for the foreseeable future. Title taken from the song "Christmas Day" by Dido.
Spoilers: None for DW; takes place in a world where Doomsday never happened. However, if you intend to read my fic Miles to Go and don't want it spoiled, you might want to wait on this one.
Summary: The Doctor tries to find the perfect gifts for his girls.
Author Notes: I know that I am way behind on these.  There will be a few in the next hour.  I know that I fail at posting, and I am sorry.

Beta'ed by the lovely nipplemuggins .

The Doctor closed the door of the TARDIS behind him and wearily made his way up the ramp towards the console. To say it had been a long day would be an understatement. He’d been to three galaxies, twelve planets, one that had been on the brink of a war. He’d managed to stop it in the midst of shopping. He’d been to shopping malls, open air markets, even a fancy little boutique, and still nothing.

 

He scrubbed his hands over his face and then through his hair in frustration. He still hadn’t found a gift for Rose or for Kira. He’d thought and thought, wracked his brain until he’d given himself a headache, but nothing he could imagine was good enough.

 

It wasn’t just finding them something they’d like. He could do that easily enough. He could buy Kira the largest toolkit in the galaxy and a wealth of appliances to take apart. He knew that she would be thrilled with those things.

 

And Rose. There were always the usual things that a man would buy for the woman he loved: jewellery, clothes, perfume. He knew that whatever he got her, she would be pleased. Rose was easy to find presents for.

 

But none of those things were personal. None would tell them just how much they meant to him. Nothing he could think of would let them know, unequivocally, that he would never leave them again.

 

Sighing to himself, he sent his ship into the vortex, carefully pressing buttons and pulling levers, thinking all the while. He tried thinking of Kira first. Surely there must be something she wanted, something that wasn’t just a toy. He and Rose had already taken care of toys a few days before, on a shopping trip that rivalled the one he was on now. No, he needed something better than a toy.

 

His hands stilled over the stabilization switch when an idea hit him. The TARDIS. He could let her fly the TARDIS. She’d wanted to do it practically since he’d met her, and he’d been telling her no all along. It had the potential to be dangerous, but then, when was his life not dangerous? The TARDIS had been through worse and survived. He could make it a short trip, maybe just from London to Paris or something like that.

 

Smiling, he stepped back from the console. One down, one to go.

 

He headed toward the shower; some of those markets had been awfully dusty and he’d rather not answer Rose and Kira’s questions about what he’d been doing. He’d take a shower, have a long think while the hot water soaked his aching muscles, and then maybe something would come to him.

 

He slid his jacket off, dropping it into the laundry basket. His tie was next, followed by his shirt and vest. Just as he was about to take off his trousers, he remembered his sonic screwdriver. He slipped his hand in his pocket to remove it. He usually just let the TARDIS clean his clothes, not worrying about what he might leave in his pockets. But he always took his sonic out so he could put it in his clean trousers. As his hand was searching, he felt something cold and metallic. Frowning, he pulled it out from his pocket, his mouth falling open as he realised what it was. The bracelet.

 

It was the one she wanted those weeks ago on Perisus, the one with the delicate pink and gold beads, the one she didn’t want him to buy for her. The one he’d bought anyway. He wanted to give it to her when she was ready for it. 

 

He held it up and it twinkled in the low light of his bedroom. It was jewellery, true, but it meant so much more. It represented the hope and love he had for her, even when she wasn’t sure about them. It was perfect. 

 

Smiling, he set the bracelet on his nightstand and went to take his shower.



Twelve

Comments

[amberfocus.livejournal.com]

Oh, flying the TARDIS! That really is the perfect Christmas gift for a child. *smiles*

[wishiknewwho.livejournal.com]

It'd be a perfect gift for me as well. ;)

[abbieelove.livejournal.com]

Oh yay! I was wondering when the bracelet was going to come back, I thought he might have already given it to her, and you hadn't told us. Letting a little girl fly the TARDIS, great idea :D That has the potential for some fun :)

[wishiknewwho.livejournal.com]

I always knew the bracelet would be in the Christmas fic, but I couldn't tell anyone! It was hard keeping a secret.

[teruel-a-witch.livejournal.com]

Aww, yay, that bracelet came up, finally ♥

[wishiknewwho.livejournal.com]

Yep, I always intended to put it in at Christmas. Just wait 'til she gets it. :D

[mkejenkins.livejournal.com]

Lovely

[wishiknewwho.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

[erateini.livejournal.com]

Those are geat gifts!

[wishiknewwho.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad you think so. I was nervous about them.

[salimali.livejournal.com]

Oh :( did I not send this one back?? You must shout atme when I fail at beta'ing ;)

Fantastic :D

[wishiknewwho.livejournal.com]

I don't think that you did. I could be wrong, of course. And you never fail at beta'ing. :D

[emraldeyedauter.livejournal.com]

YOu never fail to please. Oh lovely and so Doctor.

[wishiknewwho.livejournal.com]

Aw, thank you so much! It means a lot to hear you say that.

[feerocious.livejournal.com]

Lovely Christmas presents, I'm glad that Rose is getting the necklace :)

[wishiknewwho.livejournal.com]

Thank you! You'll get to see her get it soon. :)