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adventdrabblesTitle: 'Christmastime Proposal'
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Eleventh Doctor, Original Characters
Rating: G
Everything was perfect, just as Devon had been planning it for the past three weeks. The Christmas tree farm was closed for the night, with a set of trees set aside and aglow with strings of white lights. A dozen candles lined the path that Michelle was now walking up, lending everything a magical and hopefully romantic aura.
Nervous, Devon watched Michelle's face for a reaction. She looked awestruck, and he could just make out the glimmer of tears in her eyes; she must have received an inkling of what was coming.
Now she was there, standing before him, more beautiful than the setting he'd so carefully laid out. Heart in his throat, Devon sank to one knee--
--when, somewhere past any visible point, a bizarre whooshing noise cut through the air. A wind kicked up, blowing out the candles at their feet. It was pure good luck that no sparks hit the ground.
"A Christmas tree farm," a cheerful voice shouted, as clumsy-sounding footsteps tramped in the couple's direction. "Love a good Christmas tree farm!" A tall, gawky male figure burst into view, his dark hair topped with a Santa Claus hat. There was a gaudy Christmas bow tie at his neck, sparkling with tinsel and red-and-green LED bulbs. His eyes widened when he spotted the pair. "Oh! Terribly sorry; I had no idea that anybody was here. Shan't be long; I just want to pick out the perfect tree, and I'll be off."
That said, the stranger quickly went about his business, carefully inspecting each tree he came across.
"What in the world is going on here," Michelle demanded, her enthusiasm waning. "Who are you?!"
"I'm nobody--well, that's not entirely accurate. I'm the Doctor, and I'm not here. Of course, I am here--"
"No kidding," Devon grumbled under his breath.
"And, as to what's going on here, this gentleman," the so-called Doctor continued, pointing in Devon's direction, "appears to be on the verge of asking you to marry him. A Christmastime proposal! Oh, that's lovely, that is. I love proposals!" He beamed at them, standing there and staring. He seemed almost to bounce in place, he was that excited.
Utterly baffled, all Devon and Michelle could do was stare back silently.
"Oh!" The Doctor clicked his fingers. "Of course. I'm an idiot. You don't want an audience for your special moment. I'll be going, then. And this is the lucky tree," he declared, snatching up one of the ones Devon had gone to such trouble to prelight. "You're not using it, are you? I'm expecting guests, and I want everything just right."
"Take it," Devon groaned, waving him on his way. "Just take it. My treat."
Grinning widely, the Doctor hefted the tree away, back the way he'd come. "Good luck on your proposal," he called over his shoulder. "She looked like she was about to accept!"
A repeat of the strange whooshing noise, and Devon and Michelle were alone once more. The candles at their feet, extinguished, looked sad and pointless. As for the prelit trees, the peculiar interloper had taken the one that all of the others were plugged into, and they were as dark as the candles, leaving virtually no light for the couple to see by.
"This isn't exactly what I had in mind," Devon sighed.
To his surprise, he heard a giggle coming from Michelle's direction. "Well, at least it'll be a fun story to tell our grandchildren."
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Eleventh Doctor, Original Characters
Rating: G
Everything was perfect, just as Devon had been planning it for the past three weeks. The Christmas tree farm was closed for the night, with a set of trees set aside and aglow with strings of white lights. A dozen candles lined the path that Michelle was now walking up, lending everything a magical and hopefully romantic aura.
Nervous, Devon watched Michelle's face for a reaction. She looked awestruck, and he could just make out the glimmer of tears in her eyes; she must have received an inkling of what was coming.
Now she was there, standing before him, more beautiful than the setting he'd so carefully laid out. Heart in his throat, Devon sank to one knee--
--when, somewhere past any visible point, a bizarre whooshing noise cut through the air. A wind kicked up, blowing out the candles at their feet. It was pure good luck that no sparks hit the ground.
"A Christmas tree farm," a cheerful voice shouted, as clumsy-sounding footsteps tramped in the couple's direction. "Love a good Christmas tree farm!" A tall, gawky male figure burst into view, his dark hair topped with a Santa Claus hat. There was a gaudy Christmas bow tie at his neck, sparkling with tinsel and red-and-green LED bulbs. His eyes widened when he spotted the pair. "Oh! Terribly sorry; I had no idea that anybody was here. Shan't be long; I just want to pick out the perfect tree, and I'll be off."
That said, the stranger quickly went about his business, carefully inspecting each tree he came across.
"What in the world is going on here," Michelle demanded, her enthusiasm waning. "Who are you?!"
"I'm nobody--well, that's not entirely accurate. I'm the Doctor, and I'm not here. Of course, I am here--"
"No kidding," Devon grumbled under his breath.
"And, as to what's going on here, this gentleman," the so-called Doctor continued, pointing in Devon's direction, "appears to be on the verge of asking you to marry him. A Christmastime proposal! Oh, that's lovely, that is. I love proposals!" He beamed at them, standing there and staring. He seemed almost to bounce in place, he was that excited.
Utterly baffled, all Devon and Michelle could do was stare back silently.
"Oh!" The Doctor clicked his fingers. "Of course. I'm an idiot. You don't want an audience for your special moment. I'll be going, then. And this is the lucky tree," he declared, snatching up one of the ones Devon had gone to such trouble to prelight. "You're not using it, are you? I'm expecting guests, and I want everything just right."
"Take it," Devon groaned, waving him on his way. "Just take it. My treat."
Grinning widely, the Doctor hefted the tree away, back the way he'd come. "Good luck on your proposal," he called over his shoulder. "She looked like she was about to accept!"
A repeat of the strange whooshing noise, and Devon and Michelle were alone once more. The candles at their feet, extinguished, looked sad and pointless. As for the prelit trees, the peculiar interloper had taken the one that all of the others were plugged into, and they were as dark as the candles, leaving virtually no light for the couple to see by.
"This isn't exactly what I had in mind," Devon sighed.
To his surprise, he heard a giggle coming from Michelle's direction. "Well, at least it'll be a fun story to tell our grandchildren."
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