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I got too old for Santa when I was nine...'cept for the year I was twelve. I asked for a red bicycle. Anyway, haven't written a letter to Saint Nick since then but here in the City...I figger...why not?

No reason for me to put it on the network though.

[She's not surprised to find him in her room. She'd given him blanket permission just the day before so he'd have a place to lock himself away if he wanted to let his other self tinker in his room. She is surprised to find the Doctor asleep on his stomach, sprawled diagonally across her bed. The number of times she's caught him asleep can be counted on one hand and she knows he had to be exhausted to pass out here. Instead of waking him, she tiptoes across the room and curls up in a corner of the bed, her back against the headboard then slips a piece of paper and pen out of the nightstand next to her. She uses the book he was reading from last night as desk to start the letter to Santa that she's compelled to write.]

Dear Santa

[It's a formality for the simple sake of appearances and curses. She knows Santa can't deliver what she wants anymore then he delivered the red bicycle she loved so much]

My list this year is short.

*Real snow on Christmas Day. It doesn't happen as often to me and the Doctor as you think it might.

*I just want to know that Mum, Pete, Tony and Mickey are all right. It's okay that I won't see them again. I made that choice long time ago. Might be nice if you let them know I'm okay and I'm with the Doctor.

*~~Sex with~~ The Doctor. All of him. We're sort of this awkward stage of things, all wanting and no resolve. I want past that. I've waited a long time for it and done a lot of things to get here.

Sincerely,
Rose Tyler

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[There are several things that gradually alert his body to her presence, but it still takes a few minutes for them to cause him to actually wake up. He had fallen asleep while reading his book - totally by accident! He doesn't even actually remember setting it down to rest his head for a moment - and at some point managed to lie down on one of his arms and rest his face on the other. But yes, waking up. It's not too long after she's sat against the headboard, at the end of a deep breath in and out. His eyes snap open, blinking once or twice before looking over at her without moving his head. That comes a couple of seconds later, when he lifts it to glance around the room, sitting up a little on one elbow to look properly at it over his shoulder before looking back at her, and finally letting his head fall so that his cheek is resting back on his arm. It's always a little disconcerting to wake up in a different place, particularly when you didn't mean to fall asleep in the first place.]

[She smiles softly at him when he wakes up and slides her letter into the book then puts it back on the nightstand. She's still wearing the sweater and jeans she wore out earlier but she's barefoot.] Good nap?

[He closes his eyes again for a few seconds and doesn't bother to lift his face out of the pillow when he replies, so it's appropriately partially muffled when it comes.] Unintentional. Nice bed. So, yes. [Looking back at her again.] Good day?

[Rose nods a bit. She got the jest of the muffled and the question was clear.] Yeah. Snow's nice outside. No ashed of ships. Just snow.

[He perks up so fast, sitting up on his elbows.] I know! Real snow! There hasn't been real snow at Christmas in years!

[That gets a smile out of her.] We ought to go out walkin' in it tomorrow. Maybe build a snowman and have a snowball fight.

Yes! We definitely ought to do that. Both thats. We should make sure we hit Donna. And me. I think they'd like being included. [He's only just now realised he's taking up nearly all the bed and rolls more onto his side so she can straighten her legs out and you know, use her own bed too.] But we should make a fort first.

[Big grin and a nod while she does stretch out on the bed beside him.] We goin' to have teams then?

Of course! Although, it's not really a true snowball fight if someone doesn't switch sides without warning halfway through and tackle your until-very-recently-former-teammate into the snow.

[She bites the tip of her tongue, grinning.] Yeah, who's gonna be the traitor on our team? And are you on my team or am I takin' the other you?

Oh, me, definitely. I've got the devious mind. [That earns a slight definitely-not-a-pout-because-Time-Lords-are-too-pompous-for-that-obviously.] Mine! I mean, it'll be hard to turn turncoat on you if you're actually on the other side.

You sure you want me and Donna teamin' up. [She gives him some eyebrow waggling there.]

Oh. Ehm. No, please don't do that. You're supposed to be on my side - Donna can be on the other. Someone needs to be. Aside from me, I mean.

[She grins at him, scrunching down in the bed a bit.] I guess bein' betrayed and tackled in the snow could be fun.

[He shifts so that he's fully on his side alongside her, head propped up on his palm to look at her. And grins.] You bet. I'm a grrreat tackler. Make sure I'm tackling into a soft snowbank instead of an icy one and all that sort of thing. Very considerate attacker, me.

Awfully thoughtful of you. Might have to get back at you with cold hands. [She reaches over and puts her hand against the curve of his neck. Her hands aren't cold right now but she's demonstrating for future warning.]

[He scrunches his neck and shoulder a little in preparation for what he thinks is going to be a very cold hand, and then when it isn't, relaxes back to the way he was.] Well I think I can take that. [He uses the hand he's not propped up on to reach up and hold her wrist where it is. A moment later he gets a look and moves her arm to kiss the underside of her wrist, then puts it back and lets go.] Can you?

[That looks sends shivers racing over her skin. She closes her eyes, biting her bottom lip when he kisses the inside of her wrist.] Think I'll be all right, Doctor.

[Now there's a response to make you feel good about yourself. He's speaking a little lower. They are lying down right next to one another, after all.] That's good. Worrying over keeping track of you takes a fair bit of cognitive processing - distracting for other projects.

[She's glad she could oblige. She bites her bottom lip, grinning around it.] Like ultimately betrayin' me?

[There's no hint of seriousness in her voice. She knows he wouldn't really.]

[Dismissive noise.] Pft, yes. Totally. It's so distracting from all that betrayal I'm planning. [She's been biting her lip and grinning and doing the tip of the tongue thing which is what is actually distracting.]

[All the stuff she does when she's flirting and not actually really thinking about it.] Mmmmm soundin' a bit like I ought to be distractin' you with worry. To prevent the betrayal.

[He has to consider that for a moment, because he's actually distracted at the moment and also because it wasn't what he was expecting her to reply with.] You know what, ignore the inevitable betrayal. Let's make it evitable. You can just be distracting. Worry happens on my side, but the distracting is the thing you have the personal hold over.

[Oh that distracting grin she does, the one with the tip of her tongue and an almost evil sparkle in her eyes, it's happening now.] Depends on what's evitable, Doctor. Personal hold on distractin'...I think I'm likin' my part of the plan better.

[And then she moves the slightest bit closer, voice dipping a little in volume.] Don't think it's goin' to work on Donna or the other you so I'm only goin' to end up distractin' you.

[He's got a hold-over from the previous smug look still on his face, although it falters slightly when she moves and starts talking again. When she finishes speaking, his eyes come up to meet hers from where they'd been noting their new positions proximal to one another.] Oh yeah? [Ooh, that was a little squeaky. He lowers it to their lower-quiet tone.] I think I might actually be okay with that.

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