Drabble: Gift Exchange
by: Flaming Trails

“Heya, Gigs!”

Lisa grinned as she saw Victoria sitting at a table near the front of the Inkwell Bar. “Hey V!” She slid into the seat across from her friend. “How are things?”

“Good – a little hectic, but when is it not?” Victoria said with a small smile. “You know how my boys are. You?”

“Same, kind of,” Lisa said. “You know how my boys are.”

Victoria chuckled. “Yeah, really. Alnilam all decorated for Christmas?”

“Yup,” Lisa nodded. “We really get into it.” She smirked. “Got mistletoe hanging over every doorway I can.”

“You naughty girl. I should try that.”

“You think it would work?”

“Worth a shot, right? My boys may not be fictional boyfriends, like yours are to AL, but they’re prone to displays of affection.”

Lisa shook her head. “I still can’t believe one of them kissed you.”

“Well, it was a newly-Masked Victor – it was probably a side-effect of having all his inhibitions stripped away,” Victoria admitted. “The Docs later told me he was flirting near-constantly with both his Victoria and Emily.”

Lisa frowned. “Doesn’t it get confusing now that you have a muse who has a girlfriend with your name?”

“Not as often as you might think,” Victoria said. “I mean, we usually call me Vic or Vicky, and Victor’s Victoria isn’t around too much. If we have to, we’ll invent a funny nickname for her.”

“I think they’ll probably use to refer to you instead.”

“Yeah, true,” Victoria grinned. “Aaanway, I got you a present! And I really think you’ll like it.”

“I got you something too,” Lisa grinned back. “I’m not so sure you’ll like it, but I’m betting you will.”

“Aw, come on, Gigs, I like everything you get me.”

Lisa shrugged. “I was just a little iffy, seeing as it’s from a fandom you’re not technically into…”

“I’ll manage. Wanna trade and get it over with?”

“Sure. Hang on a second, I just have to get it.”

“Same. Meet you back here in five.”

Five minutes later, the girls returned. They stopped and stared for a moment, then burst out laughing. “Looks like you had the same idea I did!”

OckDoc, wrapped tightly with ribbon and sporting bows on his tentacles, gave the girls a dirty look. “You know, it’s customary to exchange things, not people.”

The Tenth Doctor, also wrapped with ribbon and wearing a party hat, nodded. “I do not appreciate being referred to as ‘it.’”

“Well, I figured she’d get suspicious if I said ‘him,’” Lisa said, catching her breath. “Well, V, do you like?”

“I love,” Victoria said, going over to the Tenth Doctor and putting an arm around him. “Hel-lo Tennant!”

“Why couldn’t one of the others have subbed in?” OckDoc demanded as the tentacles greeted Lisa with clicking.

“Because you’re her favorite, though I’m not supposed to mention that,” Victoria replied, looking crafty.

“We don’t care,” the remaining Docs called in near-perfect unison.

“Yes, throw one of your own to the dogs!” OckDoc yelled back.

“Oh, come on, it’ll be fun!” Lisa assured him. “You know I don’t like you quite like that. We can all make Christmas cookies, and AL can talk to the tentacles and translate for everyone.” The tentacles seemed to like that.

“Yes, you’re getting the better deal,” the Tenth Doctor agreed, looking nervously at a smirking Victoria.

“Relax, it’s Christmas,” Victoria told him, snuggling up. “I’ll be gentle. Besides, though cute, you’re not quite the guy I want for the chocolate sauce treatment.” She gave him an evil smile. “Though I guess I could improvise…”

“Lisa! Your jealousy can kick in any time now!” He frowned. “And TeenDoc? Give it back.”

“Aw, man…”

The End