Jason could hear the central column rising and falling on his mother's TARDIS console. He was alone in the console room but he could hear the faint hum of the TARDIS and the noise of his parents busy in the kitchen next door. He was sitting crosslegged on the metal floor, lovingly sewing the head-handles onto a woollen Cyberman. The strong aroma of turkey, roast potatoes and Christmas pudding wafted in as the DoctorDonna and Shaun entered.
Jason braced himself: he must "spit out out" now.
"Mum, Dad, I've got something to tell you," he said, "I think I've been born in the wrong body.'
The DoctorDonna and Shaun looked at him then at each other rather surprised. Then the DoctorDonna crouched down to embrace her son.
"No you haven't sweetheart,' said the DoctorDonna. 'Listen, No-one's born in the wrong body. That's because you ARE your body, darling! And who wants you full of hormones - or chopping your privates off?"
"Mum!" he protested.
"Anyway, since when have your Dad and me had the slightest objection to anything you do, needlework, makeup, making woolly toys? You can be as feminine or as masculine as you want, it's all just stereotypes."
"Yes, you're great as you are, son." agreed Shaun.
"And the only pair of knockers you need are to knock out a Sontaran or a Dalek," said the DoctorDonna, 'Tell you what I think: you need an adventure, to take you out of yourself - while we're waiting for the Christmas dinner to cook.'
'Yes, it smells great,' said Jason, "Makes a nice change from Grandma's tuna madras.'
"Don't knock the tuna madras,' said Shaun, "Those economy meals were dead useful when your Mum spent all the lottery money on parts for this." He gestured around him.
"Anyway, I haven't time for an adventure, Mum, I've got to finish these toys for Kerblam Marketplace."
"Kerblam Marketplace? Ripping you off again? There's something suspicious about that set-up."
'They do take rather a big commission off me," said Jason, 'But there's nothing all that wrong with them; it's not the systems!"
"It IS the systems! I don't care what anyone else says. We're going to investigate."
"But what about Christmas dinner with Grandma and Great-Gramps?"
"It's a time machine, you dumbo! We can have an adventure AND get back in time for the cocktails." She got up, went to the console and punched in the coordinates.
"We need a pretext,' continued the DoctorDonna, 'I know - I'll say I want to buy some Mole-Gone, it's a humane way of discouraging moles in the lawn discovered in the 26th century. The moles just sling their collective hook. That'll be a good present for Gramps. He's been mooting some rather extreme measures lately..."
She put her hand on the dematerialisation lever.
"Come on you two. Family effort."
Jason got up and he and Shaun approached the console. Then the three of them pressed down the lever together - vwooorp! vwooooooorp! - as the TARDIS hurtled its way through the vortex towards Kerblam's planet.
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