Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or any of its characters. I wish that I did but, as they say, if wishes were kisses…
Chapter 1
It had been 7 years, 3 months, 6 days, 14 hours, 23 minutes, and 52 - no, 53 - seconds since he was, for lack of a better word, born. When considering his existence in those terms, he felt that he looked quite old. Of course then there was the fact that in actuality he was closer to 910 years old. From that angle, he actually looked incredibly young for his age. Either way it didn't matter.
These were the thoughts that went through Doctor John Smith's mind as he got ready for work in the morning. He looked in the mirror, smirking slightly at the reflection staring back at him. It amazed him every day, the fact that he was aging. Small lines and creases had begun to appear on his face, around his eyes, at the corner of his mouth. He found that he genuinely needed his glasses in order to read whereas they had traditionally been more ornamental in the past. It wasn't that long ago that all of this would have been a nightmare for him - living a day to day life, perfectly ordinary. He never would have anticipated the joy that such mundane things as a home, a mortgage, bills, and people to answer to would bring.
He shook his head and ran his hands over his face before mussing up his hair. Reaching into the medicine chest, he pulled out his shaving kit. Just as he finished washing his face and rubbing in the moisturizing oil, he felt a tug on the leg of pyjamas. Looking down, he grinned.
"I need to shave too, daddy," a small girl stage whispered, her eyes wide as she smiled with her tongue peeking out from between her teeth.
"Right you are," he beamed, lifting her up and setting her on the vanity next to the sink. He nodded toward the tap and stifled a laugh as she nodded back once - all business - before wetting her hands and face to match his. Once she was ready, he lathered up the badger brush with shaving cream, first applying the cream to his own face and neck before turning to the child. "Your turn."
She giggled as he brushed the foam gently on her cheeks and chin, ending with a final dot on her nose. "Not there!"
"What? Are you sure?"
"Yes, silly!"
"Well, if you say so." He shrugged nonchalantly, handing her a spare (bladeless) razor as he grabbed his own from the kit. She turned her body to face the mirror and, side by side, father and daughter commenced their morning shave.
A/N: Just a quick preview of a little something I'm working on… More to come, but possibly not for a few days.
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