"The Shadow Proclamation?" Rodney snorted as he stomped through the knee high snow drifts. "Is that really the best thing that you could come up with?"
"Hey, at least I was attempting to diffuse the situation; all you were doing was standing there babbling."
Huffing, Rodney crossed his arms against his chest. "I resent that, and like it made any difference. They're still trying to kill us."
The Doctor rolled his eyes, and continued walking toward the TARDIS, purposefully ignoring his companion. Out of all of his companions, Rodney was the only one who had the capability to make him feel so completely frustrated that stranding him in the middle of the 45th century sounded like a very good idea.
"They were talking Snowmen. Snowmen, Doctor. Made of snow. If they were to have known anything about the Shadow Proclamation at all I would have offered myself as a sacrifice to their god." Keeping his arms tight against his body, Rodney struggled to keep up with the Doctor, fighting the wind every step of the way.
"How was I supposed to know that? I've never been here before, completely off the radar. But it was worth a shot." Spying the TARDIS not far ahead, the Doctor began to walk even faster, determined to make it through the doors before the Snowmen found them. Although the fact that all the creatures could do was hop did give them a rather large advantage what with bipedal locomotion and all.
Letting out a loud snort, Rodney realized that he could get his revenge later. The sooner they got out of there the better because honestly, angry and more than slightly homicidal Snowmen were enough to give even the most well adjusted person nightmares.
Summary: Rodney and the Doctor have a run in with Frosty the not-so-friendly snowman. Crossover with Doctor Who. Set after the events of "Nine Thousand Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine Years (Give or Take)"