It's Christmas Eve, Evie
Hello lovely, lovely people! Here it is! The THIRD part of Evie Jones's adventures with the Doctor! This is the last 'normal' story about them. I say 'normal' when I don't really mean 'normal' (making absolutely no sense at all!), maybe 'straight-forward' would be a better word? It's just that after 'Snow Globe' things get a little... complicated for them! Anyway, more about that when this story is over!
You might need to have read 'Through the Pages' and 'Metal and Lasers' to get some parts of this!
I hope you enjoy it - comment and let me know! :D x
It was almost Christmas, December 24th to be exact. Evie was scribbling in her diary – she'd taken to writing down everything she and the Doctor did together after Erin had told them that that was what she and Millie did each time they saw the pair. Since then, they'd seen and done so many wonderful things, her and the Doctor.
They'd visited Adipose 3, the breeding world of the cute little fat-creatures. Evie had wanted to keep one as a pet, but the Doctor had put his foot down; they were children, not animals. That had made Evie change her mind very quickly about wanting one. There was no way she wanted a child depending on her; not yet, at least.
From there they'd visited Polongus and had a picnic with some of the natives; slug like creatures with lots of eyes. They might have been weird looking and put the teenager off her sandwiches slightly, but they were incredibly amusing. They told the most ridiculous riddles in their squishy, slug voices. Evie wasn't sure how she'd expected slugs to talk before – it wasn't really something she'd ever thought about – but now every time she saw one of the molluscs she would imagine the voices in her head.
Then they'd gone to Voga, the planet of gold, which was situated just past Jupiter. The Vogans had been deeply suspicious of their visitors at first, not that Evie blamed them. The Doctor had told her that Voga contained more gold than anywhere else in the known galaxy. If that wasn't a reason to be suspicious of strangers, Evie didn't know what was! That trip had involved running; lots and lots of running.
Aside from these there had been more, countless more, adventures. Evie couldn't remember them all, even thought they'd all happened within the last four months. She was grateful for the diary idea – at least she got to hang onto these memories.
It scared her, not that she could find the words to voice her worries to the Doctor, that she was having trouble remembering. It had started with her parents; forgetting what they looked like and even forgetting the details about their deaths. She'd put that down to trauma – her brain had tried to stop her remembering the things that upset her most. But then she'd started forgetting other things too: names, dates, faces, important things that she had in her mind. She even had trouble remembering things day-to-day.
"What are you doing?" The Doctor demanded, making the teenager jump. She pushed the diary out of sight, not wanting him to see it. Evie was self-conscious about her diary; not entirely sure if the Doctor would approve or not. He was so very secretive.
"Nothing." She muttered. Then she smiled brightly at him, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "Hey, it's Christmas Eve, isn't it, Sweetie?" Doubt had crept into her eyes for a brief moment, something which did not go unnoticed by the Doctor.
He laughed and then looked hard at her. "You alright?" Evie glared at him. She hated it when the Doctor asked if she was alright. "OK, OK."
"Where next?" She asked, standing quickly and pushing the diary out of sight underneath the TARDIS console. With her back to him she was able to close her eyes and take several steadying breaths.
"Well… seeing as you correctly pointed out that it's Christmas Eve, Evie… how would you like to go to the Christmas Planet?" The Doctor asked. He seemed more excited about the prospect than she was as the suggestion sunk in. "I've never been there but it seems appropriate!"
"There's a Christmas Planet?" Evie asked, raising her eyebrows cynically. This wasn't really the response the Doctor had been expecting, but he went with it knowing what the eighteen-year-old was like.
"Yes. Well, technically it's called Orbis Nix, but Christmas Planet is far more fitting in my opinion."
"How would you know?" She teased him, moving around the TARDIS and trailing her fingers over the buttons and levers. "You said you've never been there."
"I've read books." The Doctor told her with a grin, tapping her nose gently with his finger as he passed. "So?"
Rather than responding orally to his question, Evie just pulled the lever that kick started the TARDIS and winked at him. He groaned, having to race around to make sure that they were on the right course and not about to end up somewhere totally different and potentially life-threatening.
"You are SO annoying." He moaned, glancing up from his mad dash around the controls.
"I love you too." Evie said before she could stop herself. Then she stopped in her tracks, wondering where that comment had sprung from. She hastily tried to clarify. Stumped for words, she just punched him in the chest, before starting to babble in a panicked tone. "Not like LOVE you love you. Just… love you."
"I know." The Doctor told her, grinning. He knew exactly what she meant and the feeling was mutual. There was no romantic feeling between them. The only love in their relationship was the type of love a father might have for his daughter, or a person might have for their favourite pet. Besides, she was only eighteen; a child. The Doctor grinned to himself, deciding not to vocalise that explanation to the teenager. "Don't worry. I know the signs to look out for when things are going to get a bit… weird."
"Yeah, right." Evie said with a grin, leaning against the railings that ran around the console. "Who'd fancy you? They'd have to be totally off their rocker."
"I think you'll find I'm a catch. Martha Jones thought so, anyway." He told her with a wink. "As did... other people."
"Eurgh, what? She's given us Joneses a bad name!" Evie said with a grin. "And what other people? People with terrible eyesight?" She started giggling at the pretend offence on the Doctor's face; glad that he'd overlooked her choice of words. Or rather that he'd understood how she'd meant them.
"How rude! And when I've brought you to the Christmas Planet and everything."