Last Christmas (A Whofflé One-Shot)

Last Christmas

The Doctor and I were at a masquerade Christmas ball in New York City, 1986. I wore a mask that was silver, violet and red. He wore a mask that was silver, blue, and purple. He was wearing a tuxedo, and I was wearing a dark-red wine colored ball gown. We hadn't really planned on a Christmas 'date', but it was a pleasant surprise. There we sat at our table (which he had reserved for Mr. and Mrs. Smith), talking about anything and everything.

"My weirdest Christmas might've been the one time after I regenerated, and the Sycorax came unexpectedly. It was the worst timing ever! I was barely awake at all during the whole thing!" he told me. I laughed at his response and took a sip of wine.

"Well, my weirdest Christmas was probably the time where my dad dressed up as Father Christmas and came through the front door. He had a big red sack filled with presents and God knows what! There was a baby doll for me, and a bottle of wine for my mum. Not only that, but he brought cookies and candy canes and packs of hot chocolate! He did a terrible impression, now that I think of it, but it was good enough for 5-year-old me." I smiled at him.

"I could've done you one better," he boasted.

"Nothing could beat that," I argued, "He had bells and a beard and snow!"

"Well, I suppose this could top even that," he looked away from me.

"What could?" I asked.

He suddenly stood up, walked beside me, and knelt down on one knee, taking my hand.

"Doctor, what are you doing?" I giggled.

"Miss Clara Oswald," he formally said, "May I have this dance?"

"Oh my sweet Doctor, you may." I smiled, putting the glass of wine down and standing up. We walked onto the dance floor as I mumbled to him, "You're still not beating my dad, though."

We turned to face each other. He put one hand on my hip, I put one hand on his shoulder, and we joined our other two hands together and swayed along with the music. Asking me to dance was a great Christmas surprise, being as we never really have danced with each other, but I liked it.

Soon enough, the song ended, and "Last Christmas" by Wham! began playing.

"Last Christmas, I gave you my heart, but the very next day, you gave it away..."

"That line is so irrelevant to me, I can't stand it," the Doctor complained, shaking his head.

"Irrelevant how?" I tilted my head.

"Hearts?" he nodded to his chest. "Not exactly whole-hearted for Christmas, but double-hearted instead."

"Oh, right." I nodded back. After a short silence, he spun me around in perfect timing with the lyrics.

"Once bitten, and twice shy..."

"So, do you celebrate Christmas often?" I pouted my lips at him.

"Well, Clara, being honest, it seems to be accidental whenever I do." he admitted.

I bit my lip, "Well it's almost Christmas for me, would you maybe want to join me and my family this year?"

 "I think that would be lovely," he smiled.

"This year, to save me from tears, I'll give it to someone special."

Time seemed to slow down and the moment was amazing. Masquerade, music, and a sense of a special feeling in the air. I listened to the song, and secretly hoped that it won't describe the Doctor and I one day. Still, technically it can't, being as he has two hearts.