A/N: HUZZAH! i made a Doctor Who fanfic. BWAHAHAHAHAHA. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW. MY GOD I NEED REVIEWS, I FEEL SO ALONE. Gabrielle's name, totally made up XP

Disclaimer: Nope, do not own DW, if i did, the Meta Crisis Doctor would've proposed to Rose on the spot. AND the 50th aniversary would be a reunion ep.

The Doctor stood, his arms flailing around as his eldest daughter pulled him into her playroom. Gabrielle Clarisse Tyler was only 4, but she definitely had her mother's spirit, she was pulling him with the strength of the TARDIS and practically forcing a pink tutu upon his brown-striped suit.

"Gabrielle Clarisse Tyler, you will not do this." The Doctor, well Jonathan Tyler, said to his daughter. Gabrielle was short, with his mousy brown hair, uncontrollable and currently in curls, she had her father's brown eyes and his way of begging Rose for something. If anything, she was a daddy's girl.

"But daddy, this is fun. Donna and Jack liked it." She giggled. Yes, he had named twins in this alternate universe after his best friend and gay-best-friend. Donna was a mini-Rose and Jack was literally a mini-him. They had a rather adorable bonding moment over the weekend when he begged to a pair of cream coloured converse.

The human doctor was forced to play the role of a fairy princess for the next half hour before her mother called her down.

"Bye-bye daddy." Gabrielle had pecked his cheek, while she sprinted out of her playroom, wearing pink tutu and all before her mother picked her up into her arms.

"Doctor, we'll be back la'er yeah?" Rose's hair was short and bobbed, like when he first saw her in his 10th incarnation. Rose worked for the now reformed Torchwood, today they had a bring-your-kid-to-work-day and Gabrielle was all for it. Donna insisted that she needed to take care of her imaginary Hospital and Jack, being his father's son, was working on 'experiments'.

"Now, don' let Jack blow up the house, Don' let Donna on my computer and try not to go mad" she giggled as she added the last comment. "Mum's wai'ing in the car. So I'll see you la'er. Hopefully" she mumbled hopefully as mother and daughter got into the car.

Pete's world, he now called it, was as interesting as ever. He never thought he would be this domestic, his ninth self would be turning in his grave, well, he was, in a way. He wondered how his Time-lord self was coping, whether he had regenerated, bought a new blue suit, he had stolen it when he was born.

"Daddy, Daddy" He would never get bored of hearing that. It was Jack, Donna had a weird thing going on where she called him papa.

"Papa, can we have pancakes?" yes, that was his Donna. Donna Martha Tyler, the elder of his twins. His son: Jack Alastair Tyler was born 5 hours after his sister. It was nearly their birthday "Yes, 14 of July, that's right.

Donna's blonde hair was in ringlets as she came down in her pink pyjamas, her 5-hour younger brother trailing sleepily behind her. Donna sat on her father's knee as he crouched down on the ground.

"Now pumpkin," "Pumpkin, new nickname, that's weird " "What do you want with your pancakes? Egg, sausage, Bacon. I LOVE bacon. Or wh-what about" the Doctor rambled on

"Papa" Donna hit her papa's shoulder "Remember what Auntie Mary said, no weirdness." Mary was their godmother, one of their best friends at torchwood. She reminded him strongly of all his companions, something that scared the hell out of him, her personality was of Donna, Martha, Rose, Ace and Tegan, all mish-mashed into one, small raven-haired girl.

"Okay" rubbing his shoulder "what does your brother want then. Jack? "

"Daddy, can we watch Harry potter, I LOVE Harry Potter." Jack said as he jumped up and down with excitement like his daddy did. "And-And can we have apple pie and-and-and" Jack was already beginning to ramble on

"You two Jackie, now weirdness" Donna reinstated with her brother.

"the kitchen you two. Allons-y" Jonathan cried out, taking his twin's hands like he did with his companions and they ran down the steps to the kitchen. Placing them on their specially made high-chairs, Jack took out his toy-sonic screwdriver and began to flash the lights on it. Donna was playing with her plastic stethoscope. Frying his pancakes, he could see the look on Martha's face as his daughter pretended to examine Jack's heartbeat. After wolfing down their breakfast, Jack and Donna went to their rooms and the Doctor followed suit.

"Now, you two need a good bath, so c'mere" he picked the twins up and got them ready for their bath. Jack loved playing with the bubbles, as the moment he went in, he point-blank refused to come out, while Donna merely annoyed Jack to de-stress herself. The Doctor had never seen such a different pair of twins in his entire life. Which was saying something, he WAS centuries old

After their bath, the kids got dressed into their clothes. Jack was wearing brown-fitted jeans a light blue shirt and a brown jacket.

"Daddy, can you do my laces please" Jack asked as he held out his tiny pairs of cream converse out at him. Jack wanted to be every bit like his father, even having the same haircut, even with the sideburns.

"Mine too, mine too!" Donna had come out in a long grey shirt, belted with a large black belt and black leggings. The only piece of her father's apparel she would wear was his trench coat, so thus, she had a donna-sized version. If Donna had been born with red hair, he would've pitched himself over the bridge, his little 3-year old daughter could give Donna a run for her money any day.

"Now, Jack my-boy, what do we want to watch?" The Doctor asked his son. It was interesting having a son, especially one that wanted to be exactly like him, and being a Harry Potter fan came under the blanket.

"Harry Potter, please, Harry Potter? Daddy, you promised us." Jack pined, Donna pulling her irresistible puppy face too. She must've learnt it from Gabrielle, but Gabby was definitely the master of begging for things.

"I was only asking you too. Just don't tell mummy, okay? Let's watch the 4th one, you've never watched the 4th one. Well…. Rose was still pregnant with you and I was half-asleep. And well… your mother will kill me for any nightmares." He ranted on. This was another weird thing, lack of new technologies to rant on about.

"PAPA, NO WIERDNESS!" Donna went up to tug on the bottom of his trench-coat and the twins began to pull him into the movie room.

A/N: Yeah. Just to clarify, Donna and Jack aren't the favourites, it's just that it's centric on them and the Doctor. LOL the Doctor making a 3 year old watch Harry Potter 4, totally happening. Oh, shout out to any aussies who are hoping for season 7 to come out in september like in UK. Oh, updating may not be per fornight, i'm currently working on a tech assessment, which involves me making a cardboard model of the TARDIS as a gift bag. Read profile for what the hell i'm babbling about.

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