𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈

A First Christmas

«« 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩-𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.»»

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After gathering their selves from the unexpected ship crash, Renata and the Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS into what seemed like a supply room. As the Doctor closed the TARDIS doors, Renata wandered to the supply room's door and opened it up, poking her head out into a small corridor, "We should get out..." she started stepping back.

"N-n-n-n-n-no, see, when someone crashes into the TARDIS, the correct action is wandering out," the Doctor gave her a smirk and tugged her out into the corridors.

"But we could get in trouble," she looked around the corridor fearing someone would walk in.

"We're just looking," was the Doctor's defense as he pulled her down the corridor.

They came into a wood-paneled room decorated with a Christmas edge. There were people dressed in fancy 21st Century attire, waiters passing out hors d'oeuvres while Jingle Bells was playing in the background by a small band. All in all, it was an elegant party.

The Doctor led Renata up to two golden angels dressed in white, only taking a short moment to realize they were robots. They then moved over to a small window where they both looked out and were surprised to find outer space on the other side.

"Right," the Doctor realized it was another Valiant type of ship, a cruise.

'Attention all passengers. The Titanic is now in orbit above Sol 3, also known as Earth. Population: Human. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Christmas.'

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Renata thought about her journal and its content as she waited in the console room for the Doctor to return. Martha had told her to burn it and move on, but how could she? Should she? Did she want to? Those were very good questions that she truly had no answers to just yet. She didn't even know what she felt, honestly. It was too much after a whole year...that never was.

For the moment, she had to prepare her answers for when the Doctor started asking her about her true self and that alone would be trouble for her.

"Sorry, sorry," the Doctor hurriedly came into the console room, dressed in his usual black suit. "I may have sworn to throw this suit away after very unlucky events prior to thisss..." his words had slurred when he'd looked up to the blonde, her different appearance captivating him instantaneously.

Little did he know he'd provoked the same reaction from Renata as well.

"You're um, you look, uh..." she began, feeling a blush start on her face. She always did like when he wore suits, well dining suits considering he now wore them casually as his style, "...really, really, good," she finished quietly, hoping she hadn't overstepped her boundaries.

"Thanks, but believe me I don't think anyone can compare to you," the Doctor tried sounding casual, even though it really wasn't.

Renata wore a long, evening gown in the shade of a yellow gold. Its embroidered bodice was of gold and white flecks with a shiny, gold skirt reaching down to her feet pulled up to her ankle thanks to the gold heels she wore underneath. Her bateau neckline had a vertical white-striped pattern until it stopped at the chest. At the hemline of the skirt was two revealing laced lines going around, showing her ankles. Her hair was set down to its natural length mid-waist with only a white clip holding a side of her hair.