The Doctor quickly began making adjustments on the console, and the TARDIS walls began to reform, and he set the TARDIS to move. "Don't tell me we're the iceberg that sank the Titanic!" Jessie groaned.
"Believe me, I was there," the Doctor replied. "And it wasn't a TARDIS!"
The foghorn blew again, and the Doctor opened the door as Jessie ran after him. They looked around the compartment they were in before heading for the door. "Well, it's obviously a party," Jessie noted as they looked around the people enjoying champagne in fancy dress. She pointed to a red-skinned alien, though, and raised an eyebrow. "Although, he's out of place."
"Right," the Doctor said slowly.
Jessie joined him at a window, and her eyes widened as they saw the Earth below them. "Attention all passengers, the Titanic is now in orbit above Sol Three, also known as Earth. Population, Human. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Christmas."
***
"Well, not quite the honeymoon I had planned," the Doctor admitted as he stood outside of the wardrobe in black tie, still adjusting his cuffs as he waited for Jessie to finish getting dressed. "But I suppose it's a start."
"Where did you have planned?" Jessie asked from inside.
"Well, I'm not exactly going to tell you that, am I?" he asked with a grin. "Designated driver. Don't want to give it away."
"And there's no way I could convince you to tell me?" she asked, finally stepping out and closing the wardrobe door behind her.
He eyed her over appreciatively, a short red dress that ended a little below her knees with a ruffled skirt, the waistband appearing to have pockets, lighter red straps running over her shoulders, and white heels, matching bangles on her wrists. "If that was the sole purpose of what you're wearing - "
She laughed, taking his arm when he held it out, and they headed back for the door. "Just give me a party, Doctor."
He opened the door, and they exited the TARDIS and out of the compartment. "My pleasure, sweetheart."
Jessie listened to "Winter Wonderland" as the Doctor looked at an add that was playing. "Max Capricorn Cruiseliners," the man on it was saying. "The fastest, the farthest, the best. And I should know, because my name is Max."
Jessie eyed his gold tooth when it glinted. "Does it really do that?"
The Doctor shook his head. "I don't know," he replied as they began walking through the crowd of people.
"Merry Christmas, sir, madam," a steward told them politely as they passed.
"Merry Christmas," they replied with a smile.
"It's not a holiday for me, not while I've still got my vone!" a man was snapping into his phone as they passed. "Now do as I say and sell!"
"Well, someone's not in the holiday spirit," she muttered, and the Doctor grinned.
He stopped next to a robot angel and put his arm around her waist. "Evening! Passengers 57 and 58. Terrible memory. Remind us, you would be?"
"Information," it replied. "Heavenly Host supplying tourist information."
"Good. So, tell me, because I'm an idiot - "
"He admits it!" Jessie grinned.
He shook his head fondly. "Where are we from?"
"Information: the Titanic is en route from the planet Sto in the Cassavalian Belt. The purpose of the cruise is to experience primitive cultures."
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Ending of the Hours (Book Four of the Bad Wolf Chronicles)
FanfictionThe Master is dead. The Year That Never Was is just that. The Year That Never Was. Martha is gone, and so is Jack, and the Doctor and Jessie are still alive. But they're not out of the woods yet. As they begin their married life, they're led back to...
