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Odd Results of Normal Rescues

Bobbi

Every once in a while, a plain, boring, run of the mill rescue turned a bit odd after he got the rescuee safely back to the TARDIS...and rarely, very rarely, did it turn into an extraordinary adventure that was far outside anything even remotely comfortable for the Doctor. Take young Roberta here, the Doctor had rescued her from a shipwreck nearly four years ago...and the lass had simply never left. He didn't take Bobbi running, not yet anyway. Bobbi was still a bit too young for that end of things, she was only six, after all so it would be a good ten years before she was allowed off the TARDIS when he was involved in something that seriously needed stopping. Bobbi stayed safe and sound within the ship, under her shields and being looked after by the Doctor's oldest friend.

She never called the Doctor, 'Doctor', for she was a bit of a stubborn little lass. And the Doctor supposed he'd brought it down on his own head by answering to the name she did use, the first couple times. Which is why he still did, and really, after four years, it was rather silly to insist at this point, wasn't it?

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Bobbi?"

"Can I have a puppy? An Earth one?"

As the 13th Doctor hesitated, he reflected that the combination of long black curls and big blue eyes was certainly effective. "Well, yeah, why not? It's your birthday, after all." He sighed. "Get in your seat and put the restraining straps on and we'll go find an Earth pet-shop, okay?"

"Any kind?"

"Yes, I suppose so."

"Thank you Daddy!"

Oh yeah, he was certainly screwed...and decided that while on Earth it might be a good idea to see if he could actually hire Clara this time. She was a nanny, after all. Not that he was exactly looking forward to seeing her again and even if he was, he'd never admit it.

He set course and sighed again, who was he kidding, exactly? It's just that last body, she'd adored him and this one she looked at him and saw grandpa Doctor. Maybe Bobbi could help him knock that down a few years by calling him Daddy as she did. She certainly didn't see 'grandpa'. "All set? Buckles fastened?" He went over to check anyway, running his fingers through her hair affectionately as he found them done properly. "Good girl, Bobbi."

"Yes, Daddy."

He turned back to the console and sent the timeship to London again, hoping to lure Clara back and if luring failed, hiring would do, to put Bobbi in her care...before they went dog shopping. For that matter, the TARDIS was rapidly running out of shoes and clothing in Bobbi's size...he needed to take her clothes shopping too. Just the thought made him shudder. Maybe he could give Clara money and have her take Bobbi? No, Bobbi was unlikely to go unless he was there. Drat.

"Well, first stop is to see if an old friend of mine will agree to come along and help me out with the things about little girls that confuse your old dad."

"Uh huh." She said, grinning at him. Oh, yeah, that was trouble looking to land somewhere, probably on him.

~*~ Deserved to be Expanded from Variations into a separate story ~*~