Kind: Alternate.

When: The Runaway Bride.


Why this wasn't included: I really don't know. I guess it just seemed a little out of character. At that point, Rose wouldn't be bold enough to straight out kiss him. Plus, I didn't want to ruin the effect before we got to any of the important ones… And then the end just spiralled away from me. Yay overactive brain!



Rose stepped back into the TARDIS and closed the door. She laughed when she saw what it was Donna had given her.

"What is it?" the Doctor asked.

"Mistletoe!" she laughed, holding up the sprig.

"Aw, brilliant!" he cried. "We can use that if we ever meet someone in the royal family!"

Laughing even more, Rose walked up to him. She held the mistletoe above his head and kissed him… Not just a kiss on the forehead or cheek. She kissed him right on the lips. And it wasn't just a peck on the lips either. She grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket and pressed her lips to his. It was a damn proper kiss. Not forcefully like the kiss Cassandra had made her give, but still stronger than she had intended. She could feel his surprise as he stiffened against her. Just as she pulled back, she could swear she had felt him starting to relax.

It was just a tradition. He knew that. Sure, he'd be shocked, but he'd probably shrug it off. He wouldn't think much of it… Then again, she was right about him being shocked. He was currently standing there, his mouth open, looking utterly and thoroughly snogged. Not to mention a little dazed, but that was just the shock, right?

She grinned and winked at him. "Got to watch out for those big bad wolfs," she said, and then skipped off.

"W-where are you going?" he said, still very bewildered.

"To get some decorations," she told him. "I don't know about you, but I'm not missing out on Christmas. How about I set up in the Library? We can have a dip in the pool later on."

"Rose Tyler, that is brilliant," he said. Smiling, he watched her turn and head down the corridor.

Then suddenly it hit him… really hit him. Rose Tyler had just kissed him… but that was just tradition right?

"R-Rose?!" he called after her, stumbling down the hall slightly.

Rose was already gone.


When he made his way into the library, he bumped straight into Rose's back. She was standing stock still, her arms loaded with decorations. She was staring out into the library with an open mouth.

The big spacious place that could have counted as a few big buildings, had been reduced down to their small, favourite reading area. It was small and cosy and looked like a den. It had one big couch and the fire was going nicely. In the corner was a bare Christmas tree, presents already underneath…

And covering nearly every inch of the rather low ceiling, was mistletoe.

"Is the TARDIS trying to hint something?" he wondered aloud.

"Um… yeah. yeah, I think she is," Rose said.

"What do you think?"

"Well, your ship is a genius. I generally follow her hints."

"Mmm… me too… I just…"

"Oh, screw it!" Rose suddenly said in frustration.

In the next second, she had turned to the Doctor and jumped on him, her legs wrapped around his hips, arms around his neck. The Doctor only just had time to get over the shock of catching her, before her lips crashed down on to his. He automatically began to kiss back. And he liked it. He really, really liked it, he didn't want it to stop.

Finally when Rose pulled for air, he got the chance to vocalise his thoughts. "It was… a very, very good hint," he panted. Then his lips covered hers once more.




Hey! I'm glad lots of you like this little side bit. Although, I'm yet to see a new request. I have to admit, these are quite fun. I never was one for mini stories, because I already wanted to write more, but here, all the rest of it is done.

So, I hope you liked this one. More on the way!