Chapter 12

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Morgana laughed from the jump seat as the Doctor piloted the TARDIS with Rose attempting to help

"Hold that one down!" he ordered pointing at a lever that was almost on the opposite side of the console

"I'm holding this one down." She retorted holding on to her own lever

"Well, hold them both down." He seemed to have forgotten humans' arms didn't extend

"why can't Morgana hold that one down?" she questioned

"maybe I enjoy watching you struggle" she suggested stretching leisurely

"Oi! I won't have layabouts" the Doctor snapped at her playfully

"all hands on deck?" she asked

"Captain Orders," he said smugly

"aye, aye cap'n" she smirked standing and walking gracefully over to the lever before pushing it down

"Oi! I promised you a time machine and that's what you're getting. Now, you've seen the future, let's have a look at the past. 1860. How does 1860 sound?" The Doctor looked at them, a bright smile on his face

"What happened in 1860?" Rose queried

"well I was in New Orleans" Morgana input as she held down the lever

"I don't know, let's find out. Hold on, here we go!" the Doctor warned before he flipped the lever and the TARDIS trembled

"Blimey!" Rose groaned as she sat up from the floor

"can you even drive?" Morgana complained

"You're telling me. Are you two all right? And enough cheek you, of course, I can drive!" he moaned Morgana didn't believe him

"Yeah. I think so. Nothing broken. Did we make it? Where are we?" Rose asked

"if you are hurt, I can heal you" Morgana offered

"really?" Rose was distracted, and Morgana nodded her head

"yea, vampire blood can heal almost anything just don't die with it in your system or you'll end up in transition" she said

"transition into what?" Rose probed

"what do you think?" Morgana chuckled at the flush Rose's cheeks took to.

"I did it. Give the man a medal. Earth, Naples, December 24th, 1860." The Doctor cheered

"Give a man a revoked pilot's licence" she teased and laughed at his childish pout

"That's so weird. It's Christmas." Rose marvelled

"All yours." The Doctor beamed

Rose began rambling "But, it's like, think about it, though. Christmas. 1860. Happens once, just once and it's gone, it's finished, it'll never happen again. Except for you. You can go back and see days that are dead and gone a hundred thousand sunsets ago. No wonder you never stay still."

"Not a bad life." The Doctor preened

"Better with three. Come on, then." Rose said eagerly

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" The Doctor was baffled

"1860." Rose offered up as if it was obvious

"yea, you don't want to do that" Morgana warned chuckling

"She's right. Go out there dressed like that, you'll start a riot, Barbarella. There's a wardrobe through there. First left, second right, third on the left, go straight ahead, under the stairs, past the bins, fifth door on your left. Hurry up!" he ordered and the two of them linked arms before walking out of the console room, Morgana thankful that the TARDIS lit up lights to guide their way.

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