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This drabble requires a little bit of backstory. Originally, it was the last drabble scheduled to be posted (although I have since added one that I'll be posting forthwith), and I thought, with the last drabble, to leave all of you with a little bit of an extra Christmas treat, which is a drabble that could fit very nicely into Fortuna's own full-length story, which I have now started to write. So, as a tiny sneak peek:
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Twenty-first century Christmas traditions. Sometimes, the Doctor’s children had to run through a mental Rolodex, and stop on the proper entry, and study it. Sometimes, if you were distracted, as Fortuna happened to be, by nagging, potentially world-ending puzzles, you could easily forget that standing under mistletoe at a holiday party was asking for trouble. If a kiss was trouble. And it could be, depending on who was doing the kissing.
And, when he kissed her, even though it was light, brushing, across the cheek, the thoughts that flitted across Fortuna’s mind were, Mistletoe. Twenty-first century Christmas. And, Definitely trouble.