Hey, I don't own Doctor Who! First Doctor Who fic! Love the show! Please read and review!
They sat, face to face on the carpet, glaring at each other, eyes narrowed. His fingers tapped imapatiently on the floor and hers twisted nervously in her lap.
"Bed" he repeated for what must be the tenth time.
"No," she answered defiantly.
"Please?" his intense chestnut eyes begged the child.
"No."
"Your mum and dad will kill me if you don't go to bed before nine."
"No." The two year old shouted and leapt to her feet, running from the sitting room.
"Right, this calls for desperate measures. You can run but you can't hide!" the Doctor jumped up and sped after the escaping child.
She had just entered the kitchen and was sliding across the smooth tiles in her socks. The Doctor appeared in the doorway and cringed. He could see what was going to happen before it did.
The toddlers unsteady feet went from underneath her and she flew across the room. She ended up sprawled at the foot of a kitchen cabinet rubbing her head and fighting back tears that were threatening to fall.
"I-I made an o-owie," she sniffed.
"Yeah you did, sweetie," that sounded weird coming from his mouth and the Doctor momentarily paused, rolling the sound on his tongue.
"I want Mummy!" the girl began wailing.
"Hey, hey, shh, Mummy is not here right now but your Uncle Doctor is," the Doctor said then frowned. Uncle Doctor? What the hell?
"But I want Mummy and Daddy, not you!"
"Ok, calm down," the Time Lord was desperate. When he had agreed to take care of Rose and Mickey's daughter it had seemed no big deal, he'd had kids before. He was doing them a favour whilst they went out and spent some quality time together. But now it seemed he'd bitten off more than he could chew with the two year old, Ellie.
The little girl had looked all cute and innocent when they'd first been introduced and she shyly shook his hand. With huge bush baby like brown eyes the colour of melted chocolate and wispy white-blonde hair. She wasn't brown skinned like her father which was quite a surprise but she tanned easily and always had a golden, sun blushed glow to her skin. The Doctor reckoned she was the spitting image of her mother but with some exotic quality to her that he couldn't place and secretly the Doctor thought she looked nothing like Mickey. A good thing in his book.
It had been two years ago when they had been getting on just fine when suddenly, out of the blue, Rose had declared she wanted to go home, for good. The Time Lord had been heart broken and he couldn't understand what had caused her to leave but he didn't pester in case she decided she didn't want to stay in touch which would've torn him apart.
Shortly after, much to the Doctor's shock and pain, Rose had got back together with Mickey and became pregnant. Soon after they were married and Ellie was born. The Doctor attended all of these events in-between saving the Universe always making sure he got there on time. He was sure Mickey hated him being there but that just made him want to be there more.
He hadn't visited since Ellie's birth though and had only dropped by in passing. He had then been roped into helping with the young girl as he was technically her godfather. Jackie would've been asked usually but she was on holiday in Hawaii and therefore couldn't baby-sit.
As soon as her parents had left the flat the child had turned into a nightmare and the Time Lord now understood why Mickey had wished him good luck. She had run riot around the house, breaking things and screaming at the top of her lungs until one of the neighbours came round and asked him to 'shut that fucking brat up'. Then she had refused to eat her spaghetti hoops deciding she would rather throw them at the Doctor from her highchair, resulting in him having dried pieces of pasta stuck in his hair. Now she was not complying in going to bed quietly.
"I want my mummy!" Ellie yelled bringing the Doctor back into reality with a sharp kick in the shin.
"Shit! That was uncalled for," he scowled at her but she glowered back but then an evil grin spread across her angelic features.
"You said a bad word. Shit. Shitty shit. Shit. Shit!" Ellie leapt to her feet and began composing a song and dancing with her own rhythm revolving around the lyrics 'shit'.
"Ooh, no, no, no, fuck," the Doctor babbled.
"Fuck!" Ellie's smirk grew even more delighted, "Shitty fuck, fuck. Shit."
"Please stop saying that, please!"
"Shitfuck."
"Ok, please, what'll it take to make you stop saying that?"
"Lemme stay up with you and lemme have ice cream," the child declared.
"What? You manipulative little…."
"Shit?"
"Ok, ok, go get into your PJs whilst I get the ice-cream," the Doctor relented. The girl beamed at him and hurried off to her bedroom whilst he went to the freezer in search of ice cream.
Five minutes later Ellie reappeared dressed in green pyjamas that declared 'I'm an alien. Get over it.' The Doctor chuckled to himself that was so Rose.
"What's funny?"
"Nothing, I like your pyjamas."
"Thanks, now where's the ice cream. Is it 'nilla?"
"What?"
"Is it 'nilla?"
"Vanilla?"
"Yes," the girl nodded frowning at him as if he was stupid, "Can we watch Lion King?"
"If you want but I watch that film way too much. How about something else?"
"What?"
"ET."
"What's that?"
"It's a film, you'll like it. Now come sit on the sofa with the ice cream whilst I get a blanket and the film. It's a bit chilly." The child complied, bouncing happily on the springy cushions of the sofa.
The Doctor found a big red blanket with white dots on it that looked pretty warm and the ET DVD on the shelf. It was one of his favourite films despite none of it being possible and the main character being based on a species that cleaned toilets for a living on the planet, Hargos.
He then slipped the disc in the player and joined Ellie on the sofa. She snuggled down beside him under the blanket and the Doctor smiled for the first time since her arrived at the flat. She wasn't that bad, once she'd calmed down.
Suddenly something heavy landed on his lap and he jumped. It was a grey tabby cat with huge amber eyes. Then another object landed on his lap, its claws digging into his leg. This cat was black and white with a bell around its neck that jingled when it moved its head.
"Oscar! Dylan!" Ellie squealed and hugged both animals vigorously. The sat through it, resigned to the rough handling before lowering themselves on the Doctor's lap and glaring at him. Since when had Rose had cats? Why chose such a lazy creature? Why not a dog? Or a bird? Or a hamster? Why a cat? Two cats in fact.
"I hate cats," he muttered to himself as the film started.
Hehe, what do you think of the Doctor's child handling skills? Should I continue? Please review!