"So, where should we go, Gabey?" The Doctor asked cheerfully, smiling down at the baby looking back from the car seat strapped to the Tardis chairs. He had picked it up on his last trip to Earth as Gabriel had quickly outgrown the one he was given. "The universe is ours!"
Gabriel chattered back with a squeal, the only way that a four month old could. When his Dad smiled proudly, he grinned toothlessly back and waved his arms.
A bright light broke the moment, and the Doctor shielded his son's eyes with one hand and his own with the other. A silhouette of a young man stepped forward, coming into focus as the light faded.
"What is it with people getting on my Tardis lately?" The Doctor muttered to himself, and Gabriel giggled quietly as if understanding. "Who are you?" The Doctor demanded.
"I…I'm a traveller," the voice answered back unsteadily. A man about the age of twenty staggered forward, clutching his head.
"I'm a traveller too, but that doesn't explain how you got onto my Tardis--whoa whoa!" The Doctor leapt forward to catch the man in the midst of collapsing, The young, dark haired man was limp in his arms, but when the Doctor checked still retained a pulse, signalling to the Doctor that he had only passed out.
Gabriel squealed and propelled himself forwards, the restraints of the seat holding him firmly to the chair.
"Yes, Gabey," The Doctor answered, absolutely perplexed. "It would seem trouble has found us once again."
A/N: This is a shorter story, but a needed one :D