The Golden Snow (RE-WRITING)

Little Trips And Big Evil Glares

Another night of no sleep, i thought, sitting in the console room with my eyes on a book i'd found on my shelves. And another night of the Doctor appearing out of nowhere with a cup of tea. He'd been doing this for the last week, since we left 1879, not that i was complaining. It meant i didn't have to get up and make the tea myself.

"You know if you're going to do this every night i might just slip something into your drink," he told me, sitting down on my left. "It's been what, six months? Roughly, give or take. And I've known you to sleep more than two hours maybe a third of those nights?"

"I just don't sleep," i told him with a shrug, "I've never slept well. I usually went out a run, or to the cinema, or a park, depending on where i was."

The Doctor just sighed, staring at me like he was worried. I shook my head with a smile, taking a drink of my tea. After reading another three pages of my book, it was snatched from my hand and i looked up at the Doctor who grinned and sauntered off to the console.

"Well, no need to stay in the Tardis when we're both awake, let's go somewhere."

"Where?"

He just grinned at me and pressed several buttons. I joined him by the console, holding on tight so i wasn't thrown around. When we landed, he said nothing and gestured for me to open the doors. We were in Rome, 120 A.D but there wasn't much time for us to look around. We found ourselves investigating a sentient machine called the 'Genie'.

And that was as far as my memories went, the next thing i knew, the Doctor had me in a British museum modern day, looking at a sculpture of myself. He explained how i'd become a statue and he got lessons from Renaissance period Michelangelo to sculpt the piece in the museum – i couldn't make out why, or what the reason for the sculpture was, he seemed to be keeping that to himself.

Apparently Mickey had called him, telling him he'd seen the statue and that it was two thousand years old, hence the trip back to Rome to investigate. I gave him hell for it, but thanked him for an interesting trip – hey i got a statue of myself in a museum, of course i was happy. When we got back to the Tardis, Rose was still sleeping, so the Doctor suggested another trip.

"Is this another trip that someone sent you on?" i asked, leaning on my elbows.

"Course not," he grinned, "This is purely for pleasure."

Outside was a world that took my breath away. Under my bare feet, the warm sand was as soft as a Swan's down and it led to a large body of bubbling water. Peering behind the Tardis, i realised the amazing smell came from what basically looked like a carpet of flowers.

"This," the Doctor joined me on the sand, having discarded his own shoes and socks and rolled up his trousers, "Is the planet Florana, it has seas of warm milk, but I thought the fizzy water was more your kind of thing."

"It's amazing," i said, moving toward the water's edge, "Is it hot?"

"No," he told me, then stepped into it and i could see the water lift him a little, "The bubbles support you."

"That so?" i asked with a devious grin, and before he could respond i gave him a hard shove.

He toppled into the water with a yelp, and i watched amazed as his figure was pushed to the surface by the bubbles. Of course, i was too interested in the bubbles to notice him reach for me, and suddenly found myself falling face first. It was cold, i realised as i lifted my head up, and rather similar to a Jacuzzi.

"This is great," i told him.

"Agreed," he told me with a smile, lazing on his back, "The only issue being how fast the bubbles carry you."