A/N: I recently gave out a challenge on Tumblr to prompt me for DW fics. These happened. All are K to K+ and are 100 words each. Characters include The Doctor (10 and 11), River Song, and Mickey Smith. Enjoy!

(P.S. I don't own Doctor Who!)

Prompt: Marble Run

He's over a thousand but he still acts like a child. He's a ball of boundless energy, never stopping, always moving. He's got a fondness for puzzles and sweets and the strange combinations of food that always seem to make his companions retch (he can't see why; pickles and ketchup on chocolate cake is a perfectly reasonable snack for when he's peckish). He explores the cosmos in his blue box with a childlike delight.

Snow enchants him, storms transfix him, and there is nothing quite like kicking off his boots and sliding down a long, marble hallway in his socks.

Prompt: 11/10 Timestream Slip Up

He had forgotten he'd gone here before. Being almost a thousand years old does that to you. So when his younger self bowls him over in a narrow mine tunnel, he is more than a little surprised. They go down in a tangle of limbs.

"Get off, get off get off!" The Eleventh yells and Ten quickly does so.

"Hello, I'm the Doctor," Ten says breathlessly, looking rather shaken.

"I know!" Eleven hisses, massaging his chin. "I am, too."

Ten stares. "What?"

"Nevermind." Eleven says, remember the pursuing monster. "Run!"

Ten grins. "Alons-y!" Then he's gone.

Eleven follows shouting, "Geronimo!"

Prompt: Video Games

If there was one thing the Doctor was not good at, it was video games. Complex math problems? Easy. Fantastic. Saving the universe? In his sleep. Video games? Not so much.

Mickey was taking a sort of savage glee in handing the Doctor his ass in MarioKart. Finally, something he could beat the Doctor at. "Not so tough now, are ya? New face and ya still can't beat me!"

"Shut up, Rickey," the Doctor growled, his face the picture of concentration.

"It's Mickey!" the man exclaimed indignantly. "I kn—augh!"

"Victory!" Mickey crowed. "Ten-nil! Play again?"

The Doctor pouted.

Prompt: The Doctor drags River into a hat shop.

"No."

"Oh c'mon, you'll love it!"

"You mean you'll love it."

"Do you know how many of my hats you've killed? You owe me, River Song!"

"I owe you nothing."

"My time machine, my rules."

"…."

"Please?"

"….Fine."

"Yes!"

"But I get a say in what you buy."

"…That's not fair!"

"It's either that or I shoot whatever you get the second we are out of that shop."

"…Fine." The tinkle of shop bells and a happy exclamation. "Ooh, a sombrero!"

A groan.

"We'll get you a hat, too!"

"I hate you."

"No you don't!"

"Yes, I really do."

Prompt: Cheesecake and BBQ sauce

"Doctor, what are you doing?"

The Doctor looks up guiltily at River standing in the doorway to the kitchen, arms akimbo. "Uh…midnight snack?'

River arches an eyebrow. "A snack consisting of cheesecake and…barbeque sauce?"

"Nooo?" he tries, but River doesn't buy it for a second. She marches into the kitchen and snatches the bottle of sauce from his hands. "River!"

"Use your condiments correctly or don't use them at all," she chides him, much like a mother would. "I swear you eat like a pregnant woman."

"Have a lot of experience with that, do you?" he quips.

River winks. "Spoilers."

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! Reviews are cool. c: