The Time War was brutal. All were killed of the Time Lords, but one. Or so it is said. No one knew about two small children that also escaped. There was a young boy, no older than two and a boy no older than seven. They were in a small capsule as seen from the outside. It was much bigger on the inside. The coordinates were already set by the brother's mother. She ran outside to find their father, but never returned. The sound familiar to the Doctor started as the capsule dematerialized.
It rematerialized next to a large house were a woman sat. The woman stood up to the sound, astounded as a small tree appeared. The doors of capsule opened, revealing it was much bigger on the inside. The woman didn't scream, but watched as the older boy walked out. The baby started to cry. He walked up and picked up the baby gently. The symbols around the room started to translate for the woman, as the boys could already read it as their natural language. The older boy walked up to the center console and read when and where he was. He hid his sonic screwdriver, the first model, in his coat along with his key. He picked up his younger brother's screwdriver and key, putting them in his coat also.
"Hello. My name is Mycroft and this is my brother Sherlock," he ventured to say after a minute. "Oh, yes. I'm sorry. My name is Violet Holmes. Do you have a last name?" she asked. "No. Can we stay with you? We have no family, not anymore at least," he said as he began to rock the baby slowly. "Yes," she answered. She started to walk towards him. "May I hold him?" she asked when she was close enough. "Yes," he answered, handing the baby to her.