A Teaspoon And An Open Mind: A Doctor Who Fan Fiction Archive
Tenth Doctor
Snow Day by LN29 [Reviews - 3] Printer
Author's Notes:
Just another tiny window into their life. These are fun to write! Hopefully they're fun to read too!

“John?” Rose’s voice echoed down the hallway.

John put down his book and glanced at the clock. 7 in the morning, and finally, it appeared that at least one member of the household was awake.

“Yeah?” he called back. She stuck her head in the doorway.

“You awake?”

“Of course I am,” he replied. She crossed her arms.

“Show off.”

“What?” he asked, innocently. “I’m not bragging, just stating a fact. I don’t need as much sleep as you do.”

“Yeah, well, don’t rub it in.” She grinned and stepped the rest of the way into his room. “Anyway, come and see!”

“See what?” he asked, already climbing off the bed.

“Just come! You’ll see!”

He followed Rose out of his room and down to the living room, where several members of the Tyler family had already gathered by the large window overlooking the yard. Tony was standing on a chair, gazing out the window, while Jackie stood next to him, probably to make sure he didn’t tumble off. John followed Tony’s rapt gaze and his eyes widened.

Overnight, the yard had been transformed into what could only be described as a winter wonderland. Everything was carpeted in a thick blanket of white snow, flakes of which were still drifting lazily down from the sky.

“Isn’t it gorgeous?” Rose asked.

“It’s beautiful,” he agreed.

And it was. He’d seen many snow covered worlds in his centuries of travel, but there was something about seeing a place so familiar looking so alien that made this stand out as exceptionally beautiful. Or maybe he was just finally learning to appreciate the smaller things in life.

Tony turned to look at them both. He grinned, his smile an exact copy of his much older sister’s.

“It ‘noing!” he informed them.

“I can see that,” John said.

“Real snow,” Rose added. “Not ash, or ballast, or whatever else happens to fall from the sky when you’re around. Actual, proper snow!”

“You sound as excited as Tony does,” Jackie smiled at her daughter.

“I love snow!” Rose said. She looked at John. “We never got much of it, back in the other universe. But this London gets more snow than the other one.”

“I see,” he nodded.

There were numerous differences between their old and new universes. Some subtle, such as a different street name here or there, or a constellation that wasn’t quite where it was supposed to be. Some not too subtle, such as zeppelins or a president instead of a monarch. Still, it was beginning to feel more like home every day.

“Mummy?” Tony asked. “Can I pway innit?”

“After you eat your breakfast,” Jackie told him, helping him off of the chair. “That goes for all of you,” she added, eyeing Rose and John. Rose caught his eye and grinned.

“Do we have to?” they chorused in unison.

Jackie just shook her head and went off to the kitchen.


“I can’t believe it,” Rose said, hands on her hips. “I just can’t believe it.”

Now bundled up in coats, boots, gloves, and hats (at Jackie’s insistence), John and the Tyler family had ventured outside. Tony was currently running around, chasing Rosie the Yorkshire Terrier (Pete had kept her after she survived the Cybermen attacks. They called her Rosie now, to avoid confusing her with the human Rose). Jackie was watching after him.

“Believe it or not, it’s true.”

“You’ve never built a snowman?”

“Nope,” he said.

“Not once? In nine hundred some-odd years, you never built a snowman?”

“Met some abominable snowmen once. Does that count?”

Rose froze.

“What, seriously?”

“Yup!” he said proudly. Rose pondered this for a moment.

“So, the abominable snowman’s real?”

“Yup!” She shook her head.

“This is getting ridiculous.”

“What is?”

“Well, since I’ve met you, I’ve discovered that there are such things as aliens…



“Lupine wavelength haemovariform, actually.”

“Shut up. There’s such thing as zombies, ghosts, the Loch Ness monster, according to Sarah Jane. And now you’re telling me that there’s such thing as an abominable snowman.”

“It’s a big universe, Rose. Chances are most of your legends are based on some sort of fact.”

“Next you’ll be telling me there’s such thing as fairies.”


“Oh, don’t even say it,” she cut him off, laughing.

“Anyway, snowman. You are going to help me build one. Do you know how?”

“Are you implying that I am somehow incapable of making a snowman?” She only grinned at him.

“Well then, prove me wrong!”

“You’re on!”

About a half hour, and several mishaps involving collapsing snowballs and Tony trying to “help”, later, they finally got all three sections standing on top of each other. Tony did assist them in giving the snowman his features, John lifting him up so that he could stick the carrot nose in place. Jackie donated her hat and scarf.

“It’s time we went inside anyway,” she said, scooping Tony up. Tony fussed a little, but Jackie was firm. “Don’t you two stay out for much longer. You’ll freeze to death.”

“I’d prefer to avoid that,” John agreed. “After all, can’t regenerate anymore. It’d be a bit inconvenient. Not to mention embarrassing.” Rose giggled as Jackie rolled her eyes. John heard her mutter something about “half-aliens who think they’re funny” as she carried Tony into the house.

“Well, there you go,” Rose said, gesturing to their completed snowman. “You’ve now participated in an official human tradition.” John grinned.

“Why, thank you. And speaking of human traditions…” he leaned down to pick up a handful of snow, “there seems to be another winter tradition which comes to mind.”

As he spoke, he compressed the snow into a sphere. Rose backed up a step

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“Oooh, is that a challenge, Rose Tyler?”

He took a step towards her, and threw the snowball. Rose yelped as it struck her, and glared at him.

“This means war!” she warned, reaching down to grab a snowball of her own.

“You’ll have to catch me first!” he cried, doing what he did best.

He ran.
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