Advent Drabble 24 - Red Bike (requested by wildwinterwitch)

(Slightly late by East Coast time -- sorry! For all those celebrating: Merry Christmas! There should be a profusion of fic being posted by me in the next week, including two Christmas drabbles.)

Rose set the hypersonic mixer Fortuna had asked for underneath the tree and said, “I keep waiting for the day when they stop believing in Santa. I feel like I’m holding my breath for that moment when they all grow up.”

“What makes you think they’ll ever stop believing in Santa?” asked the Doctor. “Santa brings joy and happiness to those who need it, when it’s needed most, in the middle of the darkness of deep winter. They’ll never stop believing in Santa. If I have my way, they’ll all be Santa.”

Rose smiled at him. “You would know, red-bike-when-I-was-twelve.”

Bonus Christmas Drabble! - Alone (requested by allyo555)

Sometimes his father gave him lectures about traveling alone. “I’m not you,” he would remind him, gently. Brem knew it was said all over the universe how much like his dad he was, but he wasn’t exactly like him; he didn’t carry the emotional baggage that had made traveling alone so fraught for the Doctor.

Anyway, the next adventure was always a good prospect for the making of a new friend. One never knew where an adventure might lead. Like following a nest of gralping heebeedees that had been smuggled onto a small airplane belonging to an airline called MJN.

Bonus Christmas Drabble! - First Time (requested by wickedgillie)

“I have been giving this some serious thought,” Sherlock announced.

“What?” asked John.

“Our relationship.”

John looked at him. “You mean our friendship?”

“No, I mean our relationship.”

“We have a relationship?”

“Exactly. You need to take some baby steps into the idea of being in a homosexual relationship, and I think it’s to our ultimate benefit that I frankly acknowledge my lack of expertise in any kind of sexual relationship at all.”

“This is the strangest conversation I’ve ever had,” said John, strangled.

“So I’ve asked Irene to help out,” concluded Sherlock.

“And it just got stranger,” said John.