So this is my first Doctor Who fanfic, and it's about a time where River and the Doctor live together traveling time and space in the TARDIS with their daughter; Charlotte Amelia Song. I'm thinking Charlotte is around sixteen-ish? It's just a bunch of one shots I've come up with; rated T just in case.

Honestly though, do I look like I own anything? (Well I do actually, the writing, and Charlotte, but that's it man.)

Charlotte walked into one of the many television rooms in the TARDIS, where her parents were lounging on the couch. Her father was wearing his usual tweed coat, but his bowtie was untied and hanging down. Her mum was leaning against him, and they were arguing over the relevance of something called "Back to the Future".

"This is absolutely ridiculous, what the hell is a Flux capacitor? You certainly don't need one for time travel, and that car would never hold up!" The Doctor exclaimed with a sigh.

"It's just for entertainment Sweetie. It was made by humans in the first place, of course the technology isn't going to be possible, or else they would use it." She smiled, and tapped his nose. The Doctor just huffed.

Charlotte coughed quietly, and River turned her head. "Oh there you are Charlotte; I was just telling your father how not everything is scientifically accurate…" she trailed off. "What is on your head?" she asked.

She was referring to the small, skewed top hat amongst her curly blond hair. Charlotte had been exploring the vast closet inside the TARDIS. It was one of her favorite pastimes; to see all of the amazing clothing from different time periods, and cultures.

She had found all sorts of things in the Closet; from ball gowns circa 17th century, to crazy space suits from 3400AD. She loved to try on clothes and imagine the kind of people who originally would have worn them. Maybe she was a princess being forced into an arranged marriage, or a space traveler secretly running away from her past. It was all a part of her endless imagination.

Charlotte had found things like this to do when she was younger, and her parents went off to save the world. They would lock her in the TARDIS where she was safe. She had grown a special attachment to her. The TARDIS would look after her, if she looked after it.

This particular top hat was a sort of fascinator from England circa early 2000 AD. It was black, with a few multicoloured feathers sticking from it, and netting covering one of her eyes. It looked like it was floating atop her sea of curls.

"It's a top hat I found in the closet. I just clipped it to my hair. I thought it suited me. What do you think?"

"I quite like it. You should wear a top hat now, top hats are cool," piped in the Doctor with a smile. He liked hats, and had a collection of them he hid from River. If she ever found them, she would throw them out. "You should wear it regularly, and I can wear my fez!"

"You are not wearing that blasted fez ever again. I won't allow it," River told him. She hated that fez. It looked utterly ridiculous on his head. Last time he wore a fez, Amy helped her literally blow it to pieces.

"Oh come on River, you can get a hat too! I'm sure we can find one that suits you just fine, then you won't feel so left out," The Doctor caressed her face with one of his hands to try and persuade her.

"No, that's never going to happen. Not in a million years. That's physical years mind you, you can't just travel a million years into the future." By this time, Charlotte was laughing. Her parents always had the funniest little fights.

"I'll take it off if it makes you feel better Mum," She said in between giggles. She unpinned the hat, and swept it off her head.

"It did look lovely on you darling, but it was giving your father ideas about his…unique fashion sense," River explained.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Huffed the Doctor. At that, River and Charlotte just laughed.