Disclaimer: I don't own any recognizable elements from the Doctor Who universe but Rebekkah M. Tyler and Jaxon Porter Tyler belong to me so I asked that they NOT be used without my prior knowledge and consent.
This story contains MAJOR spoilers for my current but STUCK-IN-THE-WRITING of story LIGHTNING so please don't read unless you just wanna know.
Lastly this is all unbetaed!
AN: Rebekkah is about 11 and Porter is about 8 in this first story
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"Jaxon Porter Tyler, you go to your room!"
With his sonic screwdriver clenched between his teeth, the Doctor looked up from the wires he'd been sorting in time to see his son go slowly walking by. He noted bits of food were all over the boy's jumper and trousers making him curious enough to start to say something. At the same moment his son's eyes met his own, the Doctor's wife also appeared from the other side of the time rotor. The boy had his mouth open to say something but one look at Rose's eyes told the Doctor that wasn't going to happen.
Rose pointed in his room's general direction. "Off to your room, mister." The boy still looked like he wanted to say something which was very unwise given his mother's current mood. "Now, mister! March!" The boy cast one last look at her and his father before he wisely retreating in the indicated direction. "And don't forget to wash up!"
The Doctor went back to his wires. "You wanna tell me what that was all about?"
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Rose held up the child sized replica of the Doctor's sonic screwdriver in her hand. "Your son used this to sabotage the mess hall's food dispensers! Had porridge and something that looked like green jello flyin' all over the bloody place!"
The Doctor put down his own and took Porter's small screwdriver into his hands. His face screwed up in puzzlement as he flipped it over and over again in his hands, looking at it thoroughly. "He used this to set the food dispensers awry you said?"
"Yes, I did," Rose said. "What? You don't believe me then?"
"It's just this sonic screwdriver doesn't have a setting higher than twenty three. It should have been impossible for Porter to have sabotaged any machine in fashion way you described."
"Ha! Try telling that to all the Time Lord professors who glared holes into the back of our heads as we left!"
The Doctor shuddered after picturing all the glares he had received from his own teachers when he had been a child. Then a thought struck him. "Wait, what was Porter doing in the mess hall? And where's Bekkah?"
