iwasherefirst | 011 [Audio

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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Mum would have us out of here in 'bout a week. Deities couldn't stand havin' her 'round all the time. [He gets such a grin it can be heard in her voice.]

Don't you dare take it back. I loved the last one so much I slept with it for a while. You can put it under the tree. [Yes there's a tree in the flat. Probably a bit odd looking, decorated with more pink and blue than most Christmas trees are. It probably looks like it threw up every idea of Christmas ever as well.]

No one could stand up to the force of her nagging. That's our secret weapon, now.

But now I've got to wrap it so you don't know what it is. Isn't that supposed to be half the fun, in guessing?

[ ...Rose is totally getting a toy bicycle as part of her Christmas gift. This has been decided. ]

S'good weapon to have secreted away.

Absolutely half the fun.

[She will be so excited. She's begun Christmas shopping as well.]

You're big on this holiday, aren't you? As if I hadn't guessed from the tree.

[ Now he feels like he should join in. Maybe wear a santa hat or something. ]

Christmas is brilliant. [She bites her bottom lip.] We sorta went crazy decoratin' the tree.

Still haven't finished decoratin' in the rest of the flat if you want to help.

[She will so get him in a santa hat if he lets her.]

I could handle some tinsel, sure.

[ Not a bad way to use up an afternoon, putting up decorations (or, you know, flicking glitter at Rose). ]

[Brilliant way to spend an afternoon if you ask her.]

I'll get some tomorrow and bring it home. Talked 'bout havin' a snowball fight with Donna too. If you wanted to join in.

The loud woman? Bit afraid to be on opposite side from her.

[ She's a bit... Donna. ]

We'll put you on her team. You'll like Donna. [He might. Eventually. She's a brilliant human being, bit of a bossy one but exactly what he needed at the time.]

Tell her no friendly fire. I think she's half-convinced still I'm faking.

She probably does. I'll haveta vouch for you. I think you're in more danger from yourself.

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Me? I'd better watch out. Tha's all I'm sayin'.

I'll give him the message. [She's laughing though.]

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