Friday, 26 December 2008

doctortara: (Sexy)
10.10.6. All I Want for Christmas is You - Mariah Carey
"All I want for Christmas is... you"

Co-written with [livejournal.com profile] drcampbell | Set Christmas Day

Lachlan watched as Aiden got a little passionate with the new Nintendo Wii controller and flung it across the room mid tennis swing, only missing hitting Cameron in the head by inches and taking out a picture frame on the wall. He put his hand over his mouth in a shocked gasp as everyone burst out laughing and reminded him he should have the wrist band on. Lachlan sniggered and pushed the piano bench over to where Tara was sitting on the sofa beside Evie and Riley and tucked it up close to her so he could take her hands in his. “How are you feeling, beautiful?” he asked her and kissed her palms with a happy smile.

Tara smiled with a nod. “Wonderful,” she assured him... )

All muses mentioned here are referenced with permission


Word Count | 987
doctortara: (Biting lip)
16. "I have a hunch this is going to be a night to remember!"
| Wallace & Gromit in The Curse of the Were-Rabbit

Set Christmas Day

[Companion piece to THIS and THIS]

There was no way that Christmas at the Campbell house was ever going to go off without some new memories made. No one had believed everyone could be jam-packed into Tara and Lachlan’s home. It was a modest home faithful of the salary of two doctors, but the Christmas guest list was extensive and it was true enough that not everyone would fit into the dining room for the huge and extravagant Christmas meal. Instead, a large marquee had been set up that spanned the entirety of their backyard, complete with a large Christmas tree at the back and fairy lights strung up all around the ceiling with tinsel and mistletoe to complete the atmosphere. The hired dining table spanned the length of the temporary dining room with enough places for every single person there to share the special family celebrations.

The day started almost at the crack of dawn with mountains of presents and about enough wrapping paper, boxes and bows to fill one of the spare bedrooms. Lachlan and Tara’s parents – as a joint gift for the parents to be – surprised the expectant couple with a brand new Lexus four wheel drive complete with baby capsule already strapped into the back for their first family car. There didn’t need to be any young children there for the present opening to be fun. There were enough big adult kids squished into the room to make it just as enjoyable as Christmas should be. It didn’t matter if you were five or twenty five; you could still make missiles to throw at your mates with the used wrapping paper.

The food was a non-stop production line then, with Nana Campbell and all the mothers making enough food to feed a small army. Lachlan broke out the SingStar and Guitar Hero, and everyone learnt that Christmas isn’t Christmas until the wayward Scot loses at Karaoke and sulks at least once... )

All muses mentioned are referenced with permission


Word Count | 1,221
doctortara: (Arguing)
12.9. Unexpected

Co-written with [livejournal.com profile] drcampbell | Set Christmas Day

[Follows THIS]

Lachlan was running beside the wheelchair that was carrying his wife in a rush towards the Maternity unit at Princeton Plainsboro. He grabbed the nurse’s arm who was pushing her. “Wait, wait! You dinnae understand! The bairn isnae coming. It’s nay February!” he cried, panicking. “It’s Christmas!”

The nurse was calm, though she was trying not to laugh. “Your wife’s waters have broken, Dr Campbell. Your child is coming now whether you want it to or not. There’s no stopping it once that happens. You’re a physician. You don’t need me to tell you that.”

“Are you sure she didnae just pee herself or something? She was drinking a lot of hot chocolate. A wee accident would’ve been–” But he was abruptly cut off when Tara seized the front of his reindeer jumper which was still sticky from where the trifle had landed all over him.

“You did not just suggest I peed myself!” she shrieked as the warnings of another contraction started in her gut again. “How about I claw your balls off and stick them up your nose?!” )


Word Count | 836