Ok dolls, here it is, the first one shot! Though, it might not be a one shot if you guys like it. I could make it like 3 chapters long.
I'm writing this to fend off angry mobs of people asking for an update. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: As always, I don't own Doctor Who, obviously.
I was reading in the library when I heard it. A pop and a crash, then a little yelp. I got up, rubbing my forehead. That man was someday going to get himself killed.
'Doctor? Doctor, what did you do?' I asked. No reply. I groaned and rolled my eyes. The TARDIS took me right to the console room, now filled with smoke. I was fanning myself, trying to clear the air, when something poked my leg. I ignored it at first, thinking it was a loose wire, until it poked me again, this time accompanied by a little cough. I looked down and there, tangled in his pinstriped jacket, was the Doctor.
"Doctor! What on Gallifrey…? Oh you better still be able to talk little man, because I need an explanation!" I yelled. The little boy's bottom lip quivered, and a single tear rolled down his cheek. "I sowwee Wava! I sti' Docta! I pwessded a wong buddin and now I wittle! I ca' tawk wight, and my bwain ca' howd my finks, so I gon' be a wittle babee, and ma Wava gon' be mad!" he sobbed.
I petted his head; realizing yelling was not the answer. I shhh'd him softly, and kissed the top of his forehead, looking into those puppy dog eyes. "Ok Doctor, I need you to start from the beginning," I said, booping his nose. He sniffled a bit, and then wriggled his way into his arms so before I knew it I was holding the Time Tot against my chest.
'I was fisc-fixing the TAW-TARDIS and ma-ma-my hand slipped and hit d-the BUTTON! Now I is, no, AM a baby," he struggled to say. It seemed as if his mind was getting younger, but I didn't know how long I had until he completely reverted.
I gave him a kiss on the cheek and looked down at him. "Doctor, whatever happens, I'm going to stay with you. It's just us now, and we've got to stick together," I said, resisting the urge to pinch the bajeebies out of his little rosy cheeks. He looked up at me with a solemn look in his eyes.
"Wava and Doctor stay togeta, cuz we da very very lastest ones," he said, giving up on correct grammar. I gave him a little squeeze, trying not to completely spill it all and tell him about Gallifrey. "Yeah," I said holding him close, "the very very lastest ones."