A.N. So this is my first story. I went through hell and back to get this published. Warning: I'm dyslexic, so this might not turn out so great. Spelling should be fine because I got the good ol auto-correct. My dad came up with this story. I'm just trying to figure out the whole how did it happen, when, ect. I'm also American, so pardon any shitty attempts at British lingo.

The Doctor and Donna sat in their cell glaring at each other in silence. Donna got them both imprisoned by some 4" tall alien. The TARDIS had taken them to the planet Duranholf. The planet's inhabitants, the Durholons, were very sensitive creatures. So much so, they didn't even like to be looked at the wrong way. The Durholons were very lanky. Everything long. Legs, arms, torsos, necks. In terms if height, they were no different than humans. Some tall, some short. Their skin color was even a bit purple-y.

"It's not my fault," Donna stated. The Doctor scoffed. "What?" She asked with a hint of annoyance. "You yelled at him," the Doctor told her.

"I did not!"

"You did!

"Did not!"

"C'mon! You thought that he thought that you were fat!" She scoffed. "Don't do that," the Doctor told her. "Do what?" She asked, clearly getting angrier by the second. "That!" He said pointing at her. She was tired of his shit. He was probably getting tired of hers too, but what did that matter?

The 4" tall alien was Shamoff. He was the current leader of the small planet. He had 14 children and 61 great-great-grandchildren. The Durholons tended to be extremely fertile. Shamoff wanted to get remarried. His first wife died the past month. Ms. Noble seemed like a suitable wife. She could have used some fattening up, but that could be taken care of. This Doctor couldn't be in the picture. Shamoff wasn't like that. He didn't want to kill him though. The Durholons didn't like killing. Instead, the Doctor would have a new start.

Two very tall Durholon officers entered the little prison and opened the cell. They both aggressively grabbed the Doctor and pulled him out. One of them closed and locked the gate. Donna was left yelling and screaming at those "minions" as they carried the Doctor out of the room.

Considering that she was the only one there, it seemed that Duranholf had a very low crime rate. She was alone. All alone. By herself. The Doctor could have been dead for all she knew because she was alone. After what felt like days if waiting, the Durholon officers returned with the Doctor's clothes. Only his clothes. Oh dear. That meant he was naked. Dead and naked. He. Was. Naked. Preparing to see more of the Doctor than she would prefer, the aliens placed the trench coat and pinstripe suit in the cell. "Is he dead?" Donna asked them. They said nothing and left. They locked her in a cell with a pile of clothes. Sitting in her corner, she noticed the clothes move. She remained sitting, not wanting to examine what was possibly lurking in the Doctor's coat.

A face emerged from the pile. It wasn't the "pretty-boy-needs-a-shave" face. This face was a bit chubby, it was smooth, it had a pimples clustered in a few areas. It was youthful.

They had turned the Doctor into a child.

A.N.: Ok, so the Doctor is about 12 or 13 let's say. I'm not 100% sure where I'm going with this, but hey why not. I know it was short and I hope it didn't suck. Please review!