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A Little Longer
Set at the very end of Fury from the Deep.
“Doctor.”
“Yes, Jamie?”
He sighed and purposefully averted his gaze, certain his friend would be watching him. “I dinnae ken if I want to go. I don’t know if I can leave her.”
“It’s not like you can’t come back.”
He knew the Time Lord wanted him to stay with him, dreading the thought that they might both leave. The three of them had become a little family, perhaps not one with particular defined roles, but they all loved each other dearly, forming bonds that had already been proven stronger than anything. Only the love Jamie felt for her was different. “Aye, but this is Victoria.”
“Perhaps this will help.” He pushed a piece of card into the Scot’s palm.
Jamie looked at the photograph on it, it was of the two of them, he was cuddling her close and she was pressed right up against him with her arms around his middle, the grin on her face as bro
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Irreplaceable
“I don't understand how he could ever say that Clyde isn't right for Rani, especially to his face.”
“He’s protective of her.” Sarah smiled as Harry laughed, enjoying the sound even more than the warm sun shining down on them as they lounged on their back lawn. “Okay, overprotective. He’s her father, that often comes with the territory, at least with good dads.”
“Yeah, I understand protective, but so long as he doesn't hurt her, only she can decide if he's right; it's unfair for him to even try. I'm glad no one ever said that about me.”
Sarah turned her face out of the bright light, opening her eyes to look at his concerned face. “They did.”
His brow twitched. “I didn't know that.”
“Because I didn't want you to doubt yourself. They thought you were too old fashioned; so did I until I got to know you, a lot of them never really did that.”
“For whatever it's worth, I'm still right behind
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Literature
The Best Present
Will smiled as he watched Djaq wake, drawing her blanket up a little, knowing it was cold outside their cosy bunks. “Morning.”
Her lips curled upwards. “Will. Hello.”
He leant a little closer so he could whisper even more quietly to her. “Djaq, are you happy to celebrate Christmas with us today? If you don’t want to it’s okay. You and me, we can go off somewhere, do something else, avoid anything festive.”
She felt a little emotional at the gesture; she knew he loved Christmas, it reminded him of family and home, and he’d been excitedly babbling all month about how he wanted to show her what it was like. But he valued her comfort more, he was willing to give it up for her. She shook her head. “I want to celebrate with you.”
He beamed. “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas.”
“Ready to get up?”
Djaq nodded eagerly. “You’ve got to show me Christmas, right?.”
“I will,
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Believed
Set after the main events of Audrey Pauley.
“How are you feeling?”
Monica smiled as John settled back into the chair at her bedside. “Are you going to ask me that every time you sit back back down?”
“I expect so. Not going to answer?”
“I feel okay, same as five minutes ago. How about I let you know if I don't?”
“Yeah, okay. Sorry.”
“John.” Shaking her head, Reyes reached across to place her hand on his arm, willing him to relax and look at her. It took more than a moment, but it worked and let her lean back again. “I am proud of you for today.”
A familiar crease formed in his brow and made her want to ignore her weakened state and comfort her partner. “I didn't do anything, Monica; it was you that pulled through.”
Despite his doubting, she smiled. “Not true. When we met you would have just believed the science; I know that as the good man you are you would always have been upset
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Literature
Green Haven
Taking advantage of the unusually hot weather one Sunday in April, Will and Djaq stole away from their friends to a small glade in Sherwood Forest. Sheltered from wind by thick greenery, they lounged in the dappled sunshine that filtered through the canopy above, dozing in the warmth as she lay back against him with her head on his chest, enjoying the much needed time to relax.
The clearing was so peaceful that over the months since they'd first spent time there, they'd been visiting more and more frequently for a peaceful escape, the quiet area always enticing them back once more. As the only two who ever went there, the little sanctuary had served them well, the time together going a long way towards keeping them sane through the hardships of their lives as outlaws.
It was a place he had found as a child, a curious boy searching for wonders and actually finding one. Though at the time he hadn't known what it would mean later, he had come to value the discovery the first time she had
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Treasured
Clint held his partner tightly to him, cradling her head in his palm to provide at least some semblance of protection. It wasn't easy to control a jet with one hand whilst keeping her safe in his lap, but it was necessary and luckily the direct route meant that most of the time he could rely on the autopilot and keep all his attention on her as she needed. “It's alright.” He fought to concentrate on her beautiful face instead of the blood he could feel on his hand, leaving a matted mess in the place of her stunning natural curls.
Though quiet, she was holding consciousness, but every time she closed her eyes he felt a touch of uncontrollable fear that she wouldn't ever wake up. He needed them to get back to headquarters quicker than they were, needed someone to examine her when all he could do was hold her, comfort her, and give her something to hold on for. It certainly didn't help that usually he'd tend to her wound, she preferred it wherever possible and he treasured tha
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To Be Free
Following their battle in Acre, the gang returned to Bassam's house for the night. Upon their arrival, Djaq prepared to seek out her uncle's friend, leaving Will with a squeeze of his hand, whispered words of affection and a promise to not be long. The elder man found her first, running to meet her and embracing her without hesitation, incredibly relieved to see her safe and with her beloved still at her side, unharmed. After all that she had lost and suffered, he could not be more grateful to see her fortune change for the better.
“Welcome back, Safiyya.”
“Djaq.”
“Sorry, yes, I remember, Djaq.”
“Thanks.” She knew it would take him a little while to get used to, but it was the name she had chosen to live by, continuing to use it even after dropping her disguise and she could not imagine herself going back now. She did not doubt that there would always be times that Bassam would, with a slip of the tongue, call her Safiyya, but she could a
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Literature
Coming Home to Her
“Sarah.”
Her jaw dropped in surprise, in shock yet not quite disbelief at the sight before her, at the man stood in her doorway. She had dreamt of such a moment so many times that she knew it to be real, imagination never could compare. Breathless, she threw her arms around him. “Harry.” Clutching him to her as tightly as she could, although it didn't feel tight enough, she pressed her face into his shoulder. “You're alive.”
Smiling, he kissed the top of her head, surrounding her in is embrace and cradling her head in his palm. “I love you, old thing.”
“Oh, Harry.” She leant into him more, as if that could somehow bring them even closer together. “You're alive. You're here. Where have you been? I thought you were dead.”
“Missing in action doesn’t always mean dead. Sorry for scaring you.”
Grinning, she shook her head. “I’m just glad you’re alright.”
He laughed. It was
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The Marks of Life
Set after the events of Dreamland.
“Sarah? Sarah, it’s me, Nat. Can you hear me?”
Her eyelashes fluttered for a second, then she opened her eyes a little, squinting in the dazzling light. “Nat? Where…” She turned her head away from her friend, taking advantage of the fact her eyes were adjusting to the brightness and searching the room.
“You’re in hospital, Sarah.”
“H… Harry…?”
Nat shook her head and frowned, she didn’t want to make Sarah sadder, but the last thing she needed was to be lied to. “I’ve not heard from Harry, I’m sorry.”
That woke her up fully, and she suddenly remembered what had brought her there. “Josh. Oh, Josh. I couldn’t do anything, couldn’t help him, I’m so, so sorry.”
Nat reached out to take her hand. “Sarah, relax. You need to stay calm, you’re very lucky to be alive and you have to let yourself recover. It w
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Literature
Dedication
When he was twenty, Harry was full of hope, eager and expectant. He knew that his soul mate was out there somewhere, that she was looking for him too and always, gradually getting closer. He had faith in her.
At twenty five he was getting a little worried. He tried to immerse himself in his work, after all he was proud of the good he did, that he saved lives, and mostly it worked. But he would often catch himself musing over his loneliness, he was all too aware that all his friends were married, engaged or otherwise in long term relationships, some even had children. Yet he was single. He was always single and though they meant well with their assurances that his kind heart would soon capture that of a wonderful, beautiful woman, he felt more and more doubtful, and as the hopeless romantic he was, it saddened him. But still he had faith in her.
By his thirtieth birthday Harry had given up. He didn’t think it was so much that he hadn’t found her, but he hadn’t even got
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Going Home
Set between A Good Day to Die and We Are Robin Hood.
Will ducked under the low beam of the doorway, following after his beloved best friend who had snuck through there a few minutes before. It was a small storage chamber on the ship to the Holy Land, and she'd crept past the dislodged supplies to perch on a chest in the corner, staring at the wooden wall ahead of her. Concerned, he crossed the room and sat beside her, claiming the place she had once promised would always be his, bundled up under blankets together one cold winter night as she fought desperately to recover from the wound that had almost killed her. Their ever-growing love already strong, they'd filled their days with laughter and tender caresses, shared secrets and smiles, pressing soft kisses to cheeks and foreheads, and enjoying the casual intimacy that came easily to them; no confessions needed with a million words to express their affection and devotion. He had promised her his life, and she too had swo
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Keep Him Safe
"He's gonna come home."
For a split second Sarah Jane thought about pretending not to know who the Time Lord meant, but that wasn't fair on Harry, and if she was honest it wasn't fair on herself either; she was proud of him and wouldn't deny herself this one moment with someone that knew him, that knew who he was to her. She held back a frown. "Doctor, please... I appreciate the sentiment, I do, but please don't give me false hope."
He tilted his head at her. "Time machine, remember? Sarah, he is going to come home."
Overcome with joyful breathlessness, her eyes started to water as she fought to regain the ability to speak. "Re...?"
"I promise."
At that, she could no longer hold back her tears. "Thank you." Just about managing to rein her emotions back in, she pressed her lips together in thought. She wanted to ask him to bring Harry home, but then it seemed that for whatever reason that wasn't allowed. But maybe she could still get the Doctor to do something. "Keep him safe, fo
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Trust Saves
“Hawkeye, can you hear me?”
Clint grinned, turning his head to the right, instinctively drawn to the sound of his partner’s voice in his ear. “Yeah, what is it, Nat?”
“You’ve got to get out of there. Now.”
“What? Why?” He waited for a reply, but the connection wasn’t great and though she’d heard his words, Natasha was too busy listening for a sign that he was leaving as she ran to find him. There were none, just that steady, familiar voice. “What’s going on?”
“Forget the assignment. Listen to me and get out. Now, Barton. Get. Out.”
“Why? What is it? Talk to me, I don’t understand.”
“Don’t question it, just do it. There’s a bomb, and it’s going to blow any minute, any second; so if you don’t get out, just get out!” Silence; a silence that set her heart racing. “Barton, are you there? Please. Get out of there. Come on. You have
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This was the first time she had slept through most of the night. Her arm was dangling over the edge of the bed, so he took her hand gently, rubbing his thumb across her knuckles.  She whimpered and snuggled into the blankets more. Her hand slipped out of his and hung on by their interlocking fingers.  He wanted to do more. He wanted to banish all the monsters and make her laugh again, see his Rose happy once more, but he didn't know what else to do.
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"Robin, what do you want?" she hid her smile. It had been days since she had heard from him. And he usually only came to her if he needed her help.
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He grinned back. "And I think you forgot something at the beginning of this conversation."
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Set at the very end of Fury from the Deep.

“Doctor.”

“Yes, Jamie?”

He sighed and purposefully averted his gaze, certain his friend would be watching him. “I dinnae ken if I want to go. I don’t know if I can leave her.”

“It’s not like you can’t come back.”

He knew the Time Lord wanted him to stay with him, dreading the thought that they might both leave. The three of them had become a little family, perhaps not one with particular defined roles, but they all loved each other dearly, forming bonds that had already been proven stronger than anything. Only the love Jamie felt for her was different. “Aye, but this is Victoria.”

“Perhaps this will help.” He pushed a piece of card into the Scot’s palm.

Jamie looked at the photograph on it, it was of the two of them, he was cuddling her close and she was pressed right up against him with her arms around his middle, the grin on her face as broad as his. “She’s so beautiful. How can I leave all this behind?”

“You’ll see her soon enough, I’ll bring you back before the year’s up. And in the meantime, Jamie, I gave her a copy of the photo too. At night, she’ll put it by her bed, you’ll put it by yours, and you’ll be connected.”

“But what if I never see her again?” He could feel his eyes watering but didn’t want to hide it, if there was one thing he was proud of it was Victoria. “What if I cannae get back to her, Doctor? What if I leave her lonely for the rest of her life? I’d ne’er forgive myself!”

“Listen very carefully, you will only hear me say this once; Jamie, I know sometimes I’m not so good at flying the TARDIS, that the TARDIS doesn’t always land where I mean it to, but I promise I will bring you back to her.”

“But, Doctor!”

“She loves you. She’ll wait.” He couldn’t help noticing the Scot looked unconvinced and actually rather terrified. “Jamie, trust her.”

“That’s no’ fair! Of course I trust her.” He looked back down at the photo; that was just it, he believed in them and that meant believing they would end up together. He kissed her picture, then safely tucked the photograph away. “Oh, alright, Doctor, let’s go.”

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London, 6th May 2000

“Jamie!” The Scotsman stopped in his tracks at the familiar English voice, searching for the source until he found her grinning face. “Look at you.”

He gazed back at her, taking her in. She was as beautiful as ever but she was so much older than the last time he’d seen her; he was thirty years too late. His eyes flooded with tears; that was it, he’d missed his chance. “Oh. My Victoria.”

Heart aching for him, she reached out to him, seeking to touch his face, his shoulder, just something to ease his worries, only he caught sight of the rings on her finger. His frown grew stronger, unintentional but unavoidable, and he felt guilty for upsetting her with his reaction. She gently shook her head. “Jamie.”

“No, it’s okay. I’d never want you to be lonely. If you’re happy, I’m happy.”

Victoria shook her head again, a slight smile evident on her lips as she realised what he was thinking, yet she was unable to keep her eyes from watering at seeing his distress. “No, Jamie.”

“Don’t.” He shook his head right back, firmly, but its effect hindered by the tracks his tears were making down his cheeks. “I just want you to know I’m sorry. I’m sorry I was too late, I tried. I tried so hard. I tried so hard.”

She caught his face in her palm; dragging his gaze up to meet hers. It tore at her to watch him beat himself up; this was the brave boy she’d fallen in love with so long ago on a whole other planet, defeat should never be found in his eyes. “Jamie, look.”

He wiped his eyes, and took the photo she was holding. It was them, they were young and happy, about the age he was, grinning at each other and unaware of the photographer. Silently, he soaked in the image, taking a few long seconds to realise he’d never seen that photo before, it certainly wasn’t the one the Doctor had left with her. Jamie looked up at her, grateful for her reassuring smile. “I…”

“That was our wedding day.” His mouth opened in surprise. “So keep trying!”

A smile began to curl his lips upwards as he stared at her. “You marry me?”

“Aye!” After a second her grin softened to show sincerity. “Of course, Jamie.”

He took her hand and lifted it to kiss her knuckles, then folded her hand back around the photo. “Thank you. I—”

“No.” She leant a little closer to reassure him when he looked confused. “Wait. Look, somewhere out there, in your future and my past, I’ve been waiting to hear you say that. Just let the first time you say it be the first time I hear it.”

“I will.” He nodded a silent promise. “You know, you are so, so beautiful, and I will always think that.”

As usual, his words filled her with his love and spread a broad smile across her features. “Thank you.” She cupped his cheek. “Now, my beautiful Scotsman, I’m sorry but you need to go.”

“What? No. I’m no’ ready, I’ve not seen you in so long.”

Victoria squeezed her eyes shut for a second, hating to cause him distress like that. “Certainly feels like that, I know. I wish you could stay a little longer but you need to run back to the TARDIS.”

“But, Victoria!”

“Trust me, Jamie. Run.” He did trust her, and she was serious, so there was no way he wouldn’t listen.

“Goodbye.” He kissed her forehead and then ran.

She watched him go with fondness, knowing he would only just make it back before the ship took off through no fault of the Doctor’s. She knew he was running to the War Games, to the loss of his memory and his return to the Highlands. But very soon afterwards she would be the one to go to him, and they would get their happily ever after.
A Little Longer
I'm kind of a sucker for the 'meeting a loved one outside your timeline" in sci-fi. If you can't already tell that since this isn't the first example of it which I've posted.

90% of this was written at the end of 2013, I'm just bad at finishing/posting things. I hope you enjoyed.
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Ever go back and read something you wrote ages ago and wonder why you never posted it?

I so need to do the final touches/name and post some of these things.
“I don't understand how he could ever say that Clyde isn't right for Rani, especially to his face.”

“He’s protective of her.” Sarah smiled as Harry laughed, enjoying the sound even more than the warm sun shining down on them as they lounged on their back lawn. “Okay, overprotective. He’s her father, that often comes with the territory, at least with good dads.”

“Yeah, I understand protective, but so long as he doesn't hurt her, only she can decide if he's right; it's unfair for him to even try. I'm glad no one ever said that about me.”

Sarah turned her face out of the bright light, opening her eyes to look at his concerned face. “They did.”

His brow twitched. “I didn't know that.”

“Because I didn't want you to doubt yourself. They thought you were too old fashioned; so did I until I got to know you, a lot of them never really did that.”

“For whatever it's worth, I'm still right behind you with the feminism and fight for equality and-”

Sarah cupped his face and cut him off with a kiss, beaming at him. “I love you for that.”

“I only work so hard to protect you because you mean so much to me; I can't live without you.”

Caressing his cheek, she stared at him with tears in her eyes. “Harry, it is the most breathtaking, incredible feeling to know that to you I'm irreplaceable.”

“And our children.” He smirked as she smiled.

“But I didn't know what that felt like, what that was, until I knew you, until you loved me.”

He exhaled with a smile. “Come here.” As she turned onto her side, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close, waited for her to rest her head on his chest, then kissed her forehead. “You've been irreplaceable for every second that you've lived, old thing, but I'm glad you feel it.”

“Thank you.”

He gave her a squeeze. “No need, but I want to thank you.”

“For?”

“For whatever it was you did that pulled me home.”

“I didn't do anything, I couldn't; it was all you.”

“No.” Harry brushed his lips against her forehead once more. “It can't have been because every day I feared I would never make it back, but every time it crossed my mind something pulled me on, made me take another step, said, 'yes you will, Sarah loves you, Sarah needs you'.”

“That's because you're irreplaceable too.”
Irreplaceable
A small scene set shortly after Harry Sullivan makes it home to Sarah Jane Smith after being MIA.

Effectively a Doctor Who/Sarah Jane Adventures crossover.

Just a little something I did because I needed a break from a long piece without altogether stopping which would probably mean I'd never finish it.
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When you manage to write something you're actually proud of and don't care how tired you'll feel when the alarm goes in the morning. Maybe one day soon I'll finish this piece. (But hey at least it has one good scene.)
Will smiled as he watched Djaq wake, drawing her blanket up a little, knowing it was cold outside their cosy bunks. “Morning.”

Her lips curled upwards. “Will. Hello.”

He leant a little closer so he could whisper even more quietly to her. “Djaq, are you happy to celebrate Christmas with us today? If you don’t want to it’s okay. You and me, we can go off somewhere, do something else, avoid anything festive.”

She felt a little emotional at the gesture; she knew he loved Christmas, it reminded him of family and home, and he’d been excitedly babbling all month about how he wanted to show her what it was like. But he valued her comfort more, he was willing to give it up for her. She shook her head. “I want to celebrate with you.”

He beamed. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas.”

“Ready to get up?”

Djaq nodded eagerly. “You’ve got to show me Christmas, right?.”

“I will, you know how much I’ve been looking forward to it.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek. “You get ready.” He rolled over, pushing one end of the curtain aside as he got out of bed. Carefully, he shut the curtain that enclosed their bunks, giving her some privacy to change. A few minutes later, the material opened again, and Will turned to Djaq with a grin. “Wait, wait, wait.” He quickly placed his hand over eyes, hardly touching her but blocking her vision.

“What?”

“Hang on, just trust me.” She felt him put his hand on her back and help her stand without letting her see anything. “Just step forward and there you go.”

He dropped his arm and Djaq looked around at the camp. It had been decorated; a variety of little wooden ornaments hung from the walls and ceiling and paper chains were strung up along every beam she could see. “It’s beautiful. Is this why you were getting to bed so late?”

He nodded with a smile. “Worth it.”

Tentatively, she reached out and ran her finger over one, a star. “They’re perfect. You made all of these?”

“Carved every single one. I made Allan do the chains. Here.” He grabbed the nearest blanket off his bunk and wrapped it around her shoulders.

“Thank you.” Gathering it around her, she leant up to kiss his cheek. “I think I’m going to love Christmas.”

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Having eaten their measly Christmas dinner, in the early afternoon the two friends huddled by the fire, responsible for keeping it alive and simultaneously soaking up all the heat they could get. When they settled down and Will gathered her into his arms, Djaq pressed herself into his chest, tucking her head under his and pushing her way under his cloak. Will wrapped their blanket around her, waiting for her to stop shaking; once she finally did, he withdrew his arms from around her but kept close as he reached to his side.

“I got you a present. Merry Christmas.” He held the gift out to her, watching as she tentatively extended her hand to meet him half way, hesitating to take it from him.

“Will! You didn’t have to.”

“Yes I did.”

Djaq softly laughed, suddenly reassured that he was giving it freely, without expectations of a gift so perfect in return. He just wanted to make her smile and give her the best first Christmas he could. Still she hoped with all her heart that he would love her gift; she already knew she would love his, that was just how incredible he was when it came to knowing her. “Thank you.”

He gently bumped his shoulder against hers. “Go on, Djaq, open it.”

“Patience.” She stifled a smile and pulled on the ends of the bow to unravel it.

He reached out to grab the ribbon as it fell loose, taking hold of her hand before she had the chance to open the gift any more. “Come here.” Drawing her arm towards him, he coaxed her to rest it on his knee, and then wrapped the ribbon gently round her wrist to form a new bow.

Letting his touch linger for a second, she withdrew her hand with a smile, returning to opening the present. She unfolded the surrounding cloth, beaming as she looked at the wooden box within, tracing her fingers around the intricate border. “Will.”

He leant forward a little, watching her expression intently. “Open it.”

She did, mouth opening in awe as she took in the contents. Needles and threads, vials, pots, surgical implements and a compartment for bandages; it was a medical kit. “It’s perfect. I knew it would be but it’s perfect.” He smiled. “The box is beautiful, it’s incredible, thank you for making it for me. Will, thank you so much for this.”

He leant a little closer so their foreheads were almost touching. “I was amazed by the way you saved Marian, I wish I’d been there to see it, and to help. I just thought, if you can do that without the proper instruments, what could you do with them?”

A smile touched her lips at the compliment. “I will treasure this forever.”

“I hope it helps you save someone else’s life.”

She felt a shiver run down her spine and he instinctively put his arms back around her, eliciting a sigh of contentment from her. “You save people’s lives too, do you know that? Sometimes in ways you don’t even realise.” Confused, Will furrowed his brow and was met with a reassuring smile. “Like your traps. You stopped the cart. I would have been sold into slavery. If it wasn’t for you I’d have probably died in the mines by now.” She smiled wider to counteract the frown that formed on his lips at the thought. “And you help me look after and save people.”

“I’m so glad I saved you.”

She smiled, holding his gaze for a few seconds. “You know, every time I use this to help or save someone, you’ll be helping them too.”

He held her tighter as she began to shiver uncontrollably, even as she tensed her muscles to stop it. “Are you cold?”

“Of course I’m cold. I’m not used to this sort of weather.”

“I know.” He rubbed her arm to generate a little more warmth. “We’ll go to Knighton Hall soon, and Edward said we could stay a few nights. It’ll be warmer in there, alright? I’ll keep you warm.”

“You are, mostly. But I’m sure I’ll get used to it soon.”

“Probably when spring’s starting and it’s getting warmer. Let me get you another blanket, or two.”

“No, stay here.” She leant further into him, resting her head back under his and absorbing whatever warmth she could in so little time. “I'm okay, warm enough. All I know is that I really appreciate you looking after me.”

“Well, you freezing to death would ruin Christmas.” He smiled as she laughed. “And my whole life actually.”

“Oh, Will.” Covering him with the blanket too, she fed her hands under his cloak to cuddle him to her. “I’m not that cold. And I know you’d never let that happen.” With a smile, she looked up to meet his gaze. “You’re the most perfect best friend; I couldn’t ask anything more of you.”

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That evening the gang sheltered within one of Knighton Hall's stables; though their friends wanted to help them through the particularly cold winter, they couldn't be seen entering the manor. It at least helped that the horses had been moved to the other stable; they had peace and the hay for the animals provided some much needed insulation.

Djaq had nestled up against Will at the far end of the barn and tucked a couple of blankets around them, the rest of their gang had settled down for the night at the opposite corner. The pair weren't yet tired and had instead taken up residence in the only area that was lit by the moonlight so they could just about see each other.

“I didn't get the chance to give you my gift earlier.” Djaq placed the fabric wrapped present into his lap, keeping her hand resting on it. “I hope you had a merry Christmas.”

“It was the best.” He beamed. “And how was your first Christmas?”

“Magical. I enjoyed every minute of today with you. Thank you, for everything. I hope you like it.”

He closed his hand around her gift. “You really didn't have to; I told you I was going to show you what Christmas is.”

She smiled, leaning closer so moonlight reflected in the tears around her eyes. “You have been so excited about Christmas for a month, more. How could I not?”

Will curled an arm around her shoulders, drawing her into him to kiss her cheek, seeking to placate anything less than positive that perhaps lingered in that emotion. “You are just too lovely to me.”

Djaq shook her head. “Open, please.”

He happily obliged, unwrapping the item to reveal the leather-bound book tied closed. Gently he undid the strap and opened to the first page. “For Will, love Djaq. What is it?”

“I wrote down all the myths and legends and stories from my childhood, anything I could think of.” She watched as he flicked through the pages, taking in how many were full. “I hope you like it.”

“I love it!” The sudden excitement that overcame him almost woke their friends, but the smile returning to her face stopped him caring.

“You do?”

“Of course I do! Something to learn more about your homeland and culture, and you. Plus, you made me it. All that time you spent on it for me; I love it. How did you even find time?”

This time the damp forming in her eyes made him smile back. “Good, I, I'm glad. I suppose I was writing when you were making my box.”

“Well I am looking forward to every word, just, you know, bear with me with it; my reading's nowhere near as good as yours.”

Djaq shook her head, shifting to return his embrace and squeeze the self-doubt out of him. “I think you're good at it. Will, you know the fact you can read at all says a lot about you; you're intelligent and sought out education wherever you could. Most can't read at all, you could when we met.” She looked up at him, making sure he was taking in every word. “Please remember you are wonderful, as intelligent as me. This is supposed to be a gift to enjoy, I don't want to make you feel inferior. Will, I don't think-”

He cupped her face with both hands, leaving her cold. “I know. I told you I love it, thank you for the beautiful gift. But what made this Christmas was you, just you.” She no longer felt cold, even before he pulled her back into his arms for protection from the elements. “Having you here with me, knowing you, was the best present I've ever had. It's all I'll ever need, Djaq.”
The Best Present
I started this around last Christmas, but I'm so bad at getting Christmas stories finished for any fandom that I'm even late for this Christmas (and haven't finished one for any other fandom either.)

Robin Hood BBC story.
Set the Christmas between Series 1 and 2.
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  1. How long have you been on DeviantArt?
    Too long, which is apparently 7 years.

  2. What does your username mean?
    It's the username I have for everything, I created it a long long time ago, when I first needed a username. It doesn't mean anything in particular.

  3. Describe yourself in three words.
    Tries and fails ?
    Not good enough ?

    I hate these things. Honestly you don't want me to start describing myself.

  4. Are you left or right handed?
    Right.

  5. What was your first deviation?
    Apparently this: 
    Rainbow Flower by Abboz
    And not much has changed since.

  6. What is your favourite type of art to create?
    I suppose it's writing fiction. I certainly do more of that because I find the other things I'd like to be able to do so frustrating. Or perhaps photography, I at least find getting a decent shot far far easier than drawing/painting a decent picture. 

  7. If you could instantly master a different art style, what would it be?
    Anything? I would just like to be able to draw what I see in my head (obviously with the certain degree of differentiation) preferably without using 50 references for a pose that then doesn't even look like that it was meant to. I'd like to be able to actually do likenesses, to do something with skill, something worthwhile.

  8. What was your first favourite?
    Namesakes by muggle-struggle

  9. What type of art do you tend to favourite the most?
    I haven't favourited much for a while, but it's almost always fan art, which tends to be digital painting of varying degrees of realism, from realistic to cartoon.

  10. Who is your all-time favourite deviant artist?
    I couldn't choose to be honest, there's no single person whose art I specifically look forward to (actually in trying to answer this question I found that most people I watch on deviantART aren't really active any longer - somehow even less active than me!) But the most active is a wonderful artist who is a fan of at least a couple of things I am, making great art for them:
    mustamirri 
    Victoria Waterfield by mustamirri Clementine by mustamirri
     

  11. If you could meet anyone on DeviantArt in person, who would it be?
    Pass? I'm not currently in contact with anyone through deviantART.

  12. How has a fellow deviant impacted your life?
    Honestly being on this site has had a lot less of an impact than I expected or hoped. Nothing particularly good comes to mind and sadly I have found myself kind of lost in the masses and not interacting with people.

  13. What are your preferred tools to create art?
    For writing, the obvious: MS Word and a keyboard.
    For other art I mostly use my Wacom Bamboo tablet and Photoshop (I don't recall doing any traditional art for a long time, though I wish I could, I just require too many undos/redos.)

  14. What is the most inspirational place for you to create art?
    I don't have anywhere in particular, the closest thing to a particular place is somewhere watching a show (or more specifically characters) I love; they are all that inspires me to create things, at least I want to create things for them.

  15. What is your favourite DeviantArt memory?
    Nothing springs to mind unfortunately. Perhaps when people surprised me by making me things, that used to be amazing.

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amazingmle11 Featured By Owner Feb 14, 2016  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Happy birthday! Sorry I'm late. :)
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Abboz Featured By Owner Feb 15, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks, don't worry about it, I'm not really into birthdays anymore.
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therandomgal800 Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Happy birthday! Hug 
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Abboz Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Aww thank you. I really appreciate you taking the time to message me.
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Anytime. :)
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Abboz Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
What was it that you added me to your watch list for? I know I've been really bad lately at posting things, but I have reasons and I am sorry. 
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Laurenthebumblebee Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2014  Student General Artist
Happy Birthday Abi :)
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Abboz Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Aww, thanks! :hug:
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Happy Birthday Abi! 
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Abboz Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you very much!
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