These are a series of random one-shots of the Doctors very old past. They're short...hope you enjoy!
"Don't fall."
"I'm not falling."
"Yes you are,"
"I'm not!" With the sudden outburst the little girl lost her balance, tumbling into the arms of her grandfather.
"I told you you would fall." Grumbled the old man, placing her safely down.
"You're no fun, granddad," she replied, crossing her little arms. "I want to try again."
"No, let's do something else." He took the pouting girl by the hand brought her to the closet. Reaching in, he grabbed her coat and place it on her. Grabbing a scarf, he put it on. "Let's go for a walk." The little girl sighed, disappointed, but gripped her grandfather's hand anyway.
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There was noise everywhere as the filed though the crowded street market. The girl clung to her grandfather's scarf as he attempted to carry her high enough that she wouldn't feel overwhelmed.
"There are so many people," she said, gazing around. No matter how many times she came, she was bewildered. He stopped at a stall.
"Want something to eat?"
The girl smiled, nodding eagerly.
"How about a bundle of jazzberries? Or would you rather have a doughignatius?"
"Ooh! A razzaltoph!" The girl reached for a soft red ball, small enough to fit in her hand. Getting the attention of the salesman, he paid for it and they were off again, the little girl on the shoulders of her grandfather, indulged in her red ball of bliss, as they trotted down the streets of Gallifrey.