A/N: I own nothing to do with Doctor who, not even Mr Tennant's phone number. I will make no money what-so-ever from this fiction although if I'm lucky I may get a few reviews!

Chapter 1

"What on earth are you doing?" Rose asked running to the TARDIS doors, holding them open for the struggling Doctor.

"Well," the Doctor grunted, pulling at something. "I thought it was about time we had a Christmas tree." He staggered backwards as the tree finally squeezed through the door, falling onto the floor. Rose couldn't help it she burst out laughing causing the Doctor to pout. There he sat, where he'd fallen on his backside on the floor of the TARDIS, elbows resting on his knees eyebrow raised at his companion.

"I'm sorry." She gasped finally reaching a hand down to help him up. He caught her off balance and yanked her to the floor.

"OW!" she complained as she connected with the metal flooring. The Doctor laughed and bounced onto his feet.

"Stop complaining. We've got Christmas Decorations to put up!" He was almost giddy with excitement.

"You don't have any Christmas decorations. You don't do Christmas." Rose pointed out, hauling herself up, rubbing what she was sure was going to be a big bruise on her backside.

"Not normally, no. But I do have decorations."

"So what makes this year different?" She grabbed the thin end of the tree and followed the Doctor through the TARDIS to their main living area.

The room was scattered with boxes overflowing with ornaments and tinsel.

"So? What makes this year different?" Rose asked again.

"Dunno. Just is." He heaved the tree into it's stand and stepped back to admire his handy work.

"It's wonky." Rose said.

"Hmm. So it is." He dived under the branches and wiggled it around. "how bout now?" His muffled voice came from inside the tree.

"Too far that way."

"Which way?"

"That way."

"Rose which way is 'that way'? I have a tree blocking my view."

"Oh, right sorry." She giggled. "To the right."

"It needs to go to the right or it's too far right?"

"Tell ya what, I'll wiggle it and you hold it where I put it."

The Doctor bit his tongue as many jokes sprang to mind, all of them unsuitable for present company. The tree shifted in his grasp giving him more splinters than he'd ever had before. Suddenly he lost his grip and the tree fell on top of him pinning him to the ground with a mouth full of pine needles and forcing the breath from his body.

"Doctor?!" Rose called trying to heave the tree up. "Are you alright?" All she heard was a slight groan in response. Giving up on the lifting plan Rose dragged the tree sideways.

The trunk had hit the Doctor squarely on the forehead giving him a painful bump and a nasty gash. He felt the blood trickle down his face as Rose helped him slowly sit upright.

"I'll run and get a plaster" she told him.

"No, no. It's alright. I'll go." He stood up and felt the world shift beneath his feet. "Was that her or me?" he asked groggily clamping a hand to his aching head.

"You." Rose hooked her arm under his and led him out to the medical bay.

The Doctor laid himself down on one of the tables and winced as his head throbbed.

"Who thought making trees heavy was a good idea?" he moaned, closing his eyes against the light.

"Well most people don't drop them on their heads!" Rose pointed out, soaking some cotton wool in warm water with disinfectant. She pulled up a stool and sat beside him dabbing at the blood trickle slowly edging closer to the cut on his forehead.

"Well most people say 'left' or 'right' to a person who can't see them!"

Rose smiled a little and watched his face. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened when he winced as the disinfectant stung.

"Poor Doctor." Rose cooed

"Are you mocking me Rose Tyler?"

"Not at all!" She feigned innocence.

"Well, just see how much sympathy you get from me next time a tree falls on your head!" He told her, pouting like a little child, which only earned him more laughter.

The Doctor found himself suddenly laughing then wincing again as his head pounded even more.

Rose worked in almost complete silence as she gently finished cleaning his wound and stuck a white bandage over it. Gathering some ice from the kitchen she placed it in a towel and returned to the Doctor's side and rested it on his head. There was no sound except the hum of the TARDIS, a noise Rose had become so familiar with she found she couldn't sleep without it anymore. When she visited her mum she had taken to returning to the TARDIS to sleep when her mum had gone to bed. At least that's what she told herself. But she knew part of it was because that's where the Doctor spent most nights when Rose was visiting her mother. But there was something very comforting about the hum of the big blue box, it was almost a purr.

She looked down at the Doctor. He hadn't stirred at all, not a flinch or a flicker. Leaning closer she listened, his breathing was heavier than normal and she smiled, the Doctor was asleep.

XxXxX

When the Doctor woke it took him a while to work out where he was. Lifting his head he suddenly remembered what happened as a blinding pain shot through the front of his head to his eyeballs. Carefully he sat up and allowed his head to adjust to the new position before ferreting around in his pocket for his trusty screwdriver. He fiddled for a moment before holding it to his head. He let out a groan as he felt himself relax and the headache subside slightly. He knew he'd have to wait for it to go away completely on it's own but any relief was welcome. He quietly made his way down the corridor and silently poked his head round Rose's door. She sprawled over her bed still in the same clothes she'd been wearing earlier, sound asleep. He spotted a book on the floor underneath where her hand was dangling off the bed. He smiled to himself as he slipped into her room. He picked up the book and placed it on the bedside table. Gently taking her hand he propped it on the mattress and laid the blanket across her. She shifted slightly at the movement and the Doctor froze, waiting for her to wake. But she didn't she just gave a little moan and snuggled further into her pillow.

XxXxX

"Right you." The Doctor addressed the fallen Christmas tree. "You and me have got a job to do. So no funny business, I've got a screwdriver and I'm not afraid to use it." Slipping his glasses on, he shrugged out of his jacket, pulled off his tie and rolled up his shirt sleeves.

XxXxX

Rose padded sleepily around the TARDIS. "Doctor?" she called. When she woke she'd decided the Doctor must've been in her room as she didn't remember putting her book away and if she'd put herself to bed she wouldn't have woken up in the same clothes she'd been wearing the day before. She stopped and listened for a reply, but instead of him calling out she was sure she could hear him singing. Following her ears she made her way towards the sound. Rounding the corner to the living area she found him. Right in the middle of the room, stringing lights and tinsel all over the place singing along to Christmas songs. She bit on her thumb to stop herself from laughing. The TARDIS seemed to be enjoying herself too, fading the lights of the room in and out in time to the music.

Rose heard a series of beeps and the Doctor spun round. All composure was lost. Standing in the middle of the room, with tinsel hung round his neck stood the Doctor, complete with a pair of reindeer horns on his head and a flashing nose.

"Morning Rose!" He treated her to one of his widest grins and watched as she bent double with laughter. "Told you she'd laugh." The Doctor said as he went back to dancing around the room with Christmas Decorations "Rocking around the Christmas tree, la lala la laaa lala" he sung, throwing some kind of sparkling powder at the tree.

"Are you feeling alright?" Rose asked finally regaining composure.

"I'm fine why?" He took her in his arms and twirled her around the room.

"You just seem extra……. Cheery."

"Nope I'm absholutely fantastic."

"Ab-sho-lutely? Doctor, are you drunk?"

"Not at all! I object to the accusaaation." He stumbled as he twirled. "What makes you think I am?"

"The Jack Sparrow impression for one." She said, reaching out to prop him up when it looked like he'd over balance.

"Well. I'm. Not." He told her. "She," he said pointing to the ceiling, Rose figured he meant the TARDIS, "She made something delishious to drink. It's over on the table, try some!" He pointed to the table then sambaed out of the room. Rose picked up a glass and sniffed.

"TARDIS, how much alcohol did you put in here? It's meant to be Eggnog not paint stripper." She heard the machine beep at her. Sighing she left to find the Doctor again. It didn't take long. He was in the control room, stringing yet more lights and tinsel around the consol.

"Oops" she heard him suddenly say as he looked at the monitor.

"What oops?"

Before he could answer there was a banging on the door.

"Your mother." He said nodding to the doors.

Rose went to let her mother in. "Hello." Rose sighed.

"What's wrong, why are you back so soon? Or have you been away ages and made it so you've come back just after you've left?"

"See, this is what happens when you drink and drive." The Doctor said merrily.

"Oh so you admit to having a drink now then?" Rose smirked.

"She just told me." He said pointing his finger at the consol. "It's all her fault. Sshhhe shhhould know better than to give me alcohol after bumping me noggin. Sccchpecially when I used the sonic screwdriver."

"Wait. What did you do with the sonic screwdriver?"

"I don't want to know!" Jackie said "It is called a screwdriver after all."

"Mum!"

"Now that's just naughty!" He wagged his finger at Jackie, a dopey grin on his face. He seemed to be getting more drunk by the minute but he wasn't actually drinking now. He started singing as he did a one man conga from the control room out to the corridor.

"Doctor?" Rose chased after him. Rounding in front of his and stopped taking hold of his arms. "What did you do?"

"When?"

"What did you do with the screwdriver?" she said slowly, as if she was talking to an old man

"Oh, I made my head ache go away." His grin grew even bigger, clearly proud of himself.

"How do you mean?"

"Silly human. Like you do with para….para…asprin."

"You mixed alcohol and asprin?" Jackie asked.

"No, asprin would kill him."

"Doctor. Does it do the same thing when you drink?"

"Of courshe."

"Oh my god he's been drugged." Jackie said.

"No the TARDIS just made a huge mistake."

"Shtop worrying I'm fine!"

"You need to sit down."

"Nope, quite happy standing thank you very much." He removed his tie and draped it round her neck. "Ah Rose. My lovely, sweet, darling Rose. You're so pretty." The Doctor murmured planting a heavy kiss on her lips before collapsing in a heap at Rose's feet.

A/N: It's not gona be a long fic but he's gona get himself into trouble. Still being the Doctor, it doesn't take much does it!

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