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[verylast]

[ The TARDIS is awash with light when the feed starts, device suspended on one of the many bits and bobs around the console. Somewhere off screen, the Doctor is muttering to himself repeatedly above the din of metal being pounded and things thrown about. Then there's a surprising silence for a moment only interrupted when sparks shoot out in front of the view and the lights dim, the hum in the background dipping a little in volume. ]

Sorry, dear. [ The Doctor's yell can be heard even as his feet hit the stairs from below the console, jogging up to the main part. He's got tinsel draped around his neck, jacket missing, his bowtie slightly singed at the edges.

He moves closer to the console, patting the side as he passes. He hasn't quite realised the video is recording, but he looks relaxed, happy even. ] Didn't mean to startle you. I suppose we'll just have to give up and buy new Christmas lights. They just won't work. I could get you blue ones, you'd like that, wouldn't you?

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[waitedforyears]

Good. [ And she wanders over to take the Christmas lights off his hands and try her luck with them. It's just Christmas lights, after all, how complicated can it be? ]

[verylast]

[ He comes back ten minutes later with a tray of tea mugs and mince pies. ] So Pond, have you weaved your magic yet?

[waitedforyears]

I got these up. [ Waving at the console with one hand, now covered in Christmas lights. ] They work, too, but I need a connection cable.

[verylast]

[ Blinking before he moves to the lower part of the room - leaving the tea and mince pies on the chair - to grab a box full of bits and ends. ]

There should be something in here.

[waitedforyears]

Yeah? [ Stepping closer, to look into the box as well. ]

[verylast]

[ Tossing things over his shoulder: a yo-yo, a plastic snowglobe that falls and dents, a first aid kit, half a kitkat, two silver coins, and a spinning top. ]

No, no, no, no.

[waitedforyears]

What on earth have you got in this place.

[verylast]

I've been trying to figure that out for nine hundred years, Pond. I doubt I'll ever discover every little thing.

[waitedforyears]

Guess that comes with having a TARDIS, huh? Or maybe it's just this one. Are there any organised TARDISes?

[verylast]

There might be. [ The Master's was, but he'd always come away feeling cold. ]

[waitedforyears]

Just you and yours, then.

[verylast]

Well, we have each other.

[waitedforyears]

It fits.

[verylast]

It does. [ A soft hum. ] We'd be nothing without each other.

[waitedforyears]

[ Sometimes, she gets this urge to just hug him. Right now is such a moment -- and whose to say that she shouldn't? So she does. ]

[verylast]

[ Hugging her back. ]

What's this for?

[waitedforyears]

Just because. [ Softer: ] I missed you. We still always set a place for you on Christmas.

[verylast]

Oh, Pond.

[ He squeezes her tight. ] I wish I could come to you.

[waitedforyears]

I wish you could, too. [ Settling her head on his shoulder. ] We miss you. But at least this Christmas I'll be here, yeah? We can celebrate together.

[verylast]

Oh Amy Pond, I would love to.

[waitedforyears]

Good. We should do that, then.

[verylast]

We'll have to find a turkey.

[waitedforyears]

And some good wine, and Christmas presents, and some better Christmas music than what we have, yeah?