On an alternative Timeline, the very much irritated TARDIS gets even with Tenth for chickening out, then dropping Rose and the Metacrisis off in the alterVerse.

What the Hell?

He stared down at six small faces which blinked up at him, whilst clinging to his suit trouser legs. All of them looked from him to the display of a portable DVD player, from which he could hear his own voice...this one's voice and realized they were watching a movie...

"What?" He asked, confused as he was, he had noted that some of their baggage was moving suspiciously, perhaps a puppy or something?

All six children giggled at him, "Yup, it's him." The youngest of the lot said decisively. "We got the goofy one." She told the others, ignoring his distinctly offended expression, still clinging to his pinstriped trouser-leg. She couldn't have been more than four, such a tiny little thing...she sure had a good grip, though.

"Cally, Samuel's blankies are moving. I think we woke him up." One of the boys reached over and pushed the pause button on the player, then uncovered the supposed puppy.

"WHAT!?" He exclaimed, but that didn't stop the Doctor from taking the sleepy infant from it's carrier. "Who lets human children under eight or nine years old take care of a baby?" He demanded, cradling the child with more competence than the kids had been expecting.

"Before you fixed the Dalek thing the last time, you was parked in front of our house and mama said to take the box set and this," The oldest girl told him, waving the DVD player and ask the TARDIS to look after us...to foster us herself. NOT you...her."

"An' then the Daleks shot mama." The littlest of the ones old enough to talk told him, tears dripping down all the children's faces. "

"So big smart ma'am is our foster mother...you're just sort of a..." One of a set of triplets spoke.

"Neighbor." The second triplet finished.

"Yah, that works. Neighbor. A really, really, really, really, really, really, " The first child ran out of breath but that was apparently fine...the third little one continued for him.

"Really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really old neighbor."

"Yup. Super old and super creaky and groaning with it." All three little girls chorused.

Oh, he was in trouble. All of the kids hand inky hair and big blue eyes, all aimed at him. "But still cool."

"Yah...sort of. I like the next you better, that you is really sweet."

"Yeah, well last him was smarter than this one is." One of the girls pointed out.

"This one is pretty, but I'd rather have smart."

"Yeah true...too bad we got the knock off instead of the one which was the real eye-candy." Oldest little girl sighed in disappointment...and he could hear his ship laughing at him.

"Yeah, true, plus I bet Eight gave out the best snuggles." They wandered out of the console room chattering about his lives and comparing this one, in several cases, unfavorably to others...and literally left the Doctor holding the baby. Then he felt his Time Line shift and knew he was stuck with the kids until they no longer needed him.

"OI! Child rearing by the half dozen, Old Girl?" He whined. "It's domestic!"

~Finis~