A MER-RY MARTIAN CHRISTMAS
“Yes I’m sure, I’ll be fine!” the Doctor sighed, rolling her eyes as her friend Yaz asked her for at least the tenth time if she was sure she didn’t want to join her and her family for Christmas Day.
“But you’re not good on your own,” Yaz said, concerned, as the pair walked past the TARDIS’ central console – draped with an outrageous amount of tinsel and baubles – towards the doors. The Doctor frowned; it wasn’t the first time she’d been told that. “You go off and… do… stuff…”
“I love stuff!” the Doctor replied enthusiastically, adding: “I don’t do bored, Yaz, you know that. Anyway, you do stuff, all humans do – “
“Yes, but our stuff is things like watching a DVD or going shopping. Your ‘stuff’ usually involves throwing yourself headfirst into danger like a dog jumping into a ball pit, followed by a lot of running around and big explosions,” Yaz said darkly. The Doctor shrugged that off, resisting the urge to tell her friend that the explosions weren’t always that big.
“I’ll worry about you – “
“You will not,” the Doctor laughed as they reached the ...