Hello, readers. This story is a continuation of the 1D- HOA- HG- HP -whovian's original "doctor daycare" story. the 1D- HOA- HG- HP -whovian put it up for 'story adoption', and yours truly adopted it with curious and welcome arms. "Doctor Daycare Continues" is a humorous, and I hope, cute story where the 11th Doctor runs a daycare center and the kids there are 4-year-old versions of his companions and past selves. This is not serious in the slightest and is only meant to entertain.

The current list of kids in the daycare are: 10, Rose, Jack, Amy, Rory, and River (plus two new additions later in the chapter).

I sincerely hope that this is a successful continuation. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or its characters. Please read responsibly.

"Alright everyone," the Doctor announced, "say goodbye to Martha, Mickey and Donna!"

The other children waved and yelled good-bye to the three kids who were leaving. Martha's and Mickey's mothers and Donna's grandfather had arrived to pick them up, and they were almost out the door. The spikey-haired 10 ran up to Martha and gave her a quick hug before she left.

"You were really fun to play with," 10 said, "I hope I see you again."

"I hope I'll see you too," Martha replied, smiling. Mickey quickly took her hand and led her out of the daycare, seeming a little jealous.

10 shrugged at this, then started to walk over to Donna. However, before he could say anything, Donna's grandfather looked down at her and asked, "Hey, do you want to get some ice cream?"

She quickly nodded, and the two exited the building without glancing back. 10 stood for a moment, and couldn't help but feel... forgotten.

K-9 rolled over to 10 and asked, "Can I get the young master some juice?"

"... Sure. That would be great, K-9."

"Okay guys," the Doctor called out. "it's storytime! Let's go into the classroom and I'll start telling a daring adventure."

The children cheered and started to run towards the classroom, knocking each other over in their haste.

"Wait, single file! Form a single file line!"

"Last one to the Story Chair is a rotten egg!" Jack called out and pushed Rory out of the way, causing him to tumble and hit the ground.

"Ow!"

Amy stopped running and looked behind her to see Rory holding his knee in pain.

"Rory, are you okay?" she asked and ran over to where her friend was sitting.

Rory winced but nodded. "I-I skinned my knee on the carpet."

"I'll get you a bandage," Amy offered.

He shook his head and took a small first-aid kit out of his pocket. "I got one. I'm going to be a doctor when I grow up, so I carry them around with me."

After Rory put a Band-Aid on his knee, he stood up shakily.

"Ow. It still hurts a bit," he said, trying not to cry in front of Amy.

"I'll walk you to the Story Chair."

Amy took Rory's hand in hers, and Rory found himself feeling a little better.

Soon, the kids had formed a little crowd in front of a chair in the back of the room. This was the Doctor's "Story Chair", where he told brilliant tales of aliens and robots. The kids didn't understand a few of them, but when the Doctor saved the day, they always cheered and asked for more.

10 looked behind him and whispered, "What are the Doctor's stories usually about?"

"His stories are the best!" River replied. "He pretends he's an alien that goes through time and space in a box! He's a hero."

"Really? That sounds so cool!"

K-9 rolled over to 10, who had taken a seat in the front of the crowd.

"Here is your juice box, young master."

"Thanks, K-9." 10 took the juice box from the robot dog's back and patted his head. He had just put the straw in when he saw Rose. "Hey, Rose! You can sit next to me if you want."

"Thank you," she said. A smile of delight lit up her face as he sat next to her new friend.

The young boy had to admit that he did like making Rose smile. He looked down at his juice box and held it out to her. She gratefully took it while the Doctor sat down in the Story Chair.

"Okay, what story shall I tell today?" Next to the Doctor was a whiteboard and he wrote a few titles on it in green marker. "Should I tell... 'The Beast Below', 'Vampires in Venice'," he smiled, "which one of my favorites, or-"

"Um, excuse me?"

The Doctor looked away from the board to see 10 raising his hand.

"Ah! A question from our newest student. Yes?"

"Um, could I tell a story?"

The Doctor raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "Really? A new kid wielding the might that is our Storytime Chair? I haven't heard a crazy idea like that in a long time!"

"Oh," 10 muttered, lowering his hand. "Well, if you don't want me to-"

"I'm glad people are still having crazy ideas!" The Doctor stood up and tapped the chair. "Go on, I'll sit in your spot."

10 beamed and ran to the chair as the caretaker sat in his spot next to Rose. The other children giggled at the sight of a grown-up sitting among the 4-year-olds.

Instead of sitting on the chair, 10 stood on it to get a good view of everybody in the room.

"Alright, I've got a really good one! It's about me and Martha, who left today, and it's called... 'Blink'."

Later...

"... and then, Sally Sparrow and Larry Nightingale realized that neither of them were watching the statue," 10 said, in a low, spooky voice.

The kids were hanging onto the boy's every word, some shivering and clutching stuffed toys. The Doctor was holding onto Rose as if she was a teddy bear, and even though the young girl found it annoying, she didn't tell him to let go.

"They slowly turned around... and then they saw... just inches away... was... the Weeping Angel!"

10 held his hands out in front of him like claws and snarled, causing his audience to gasp.

Suddenly, some loud thumping came from a window over on another wall. The frightened kids, and one startled caretaker, saw dark shapes against the window and their fear was instantly doubled.

"It's the angel coming to get us!" Rose shouted, and half the room instantly screamed in terror.

The window slowly opened, and into the room tumbled...

... two kids.

The first child that landed on the floor was a boy that looked around 6 years old and was wearing a white sweater and a kilt. The second one was also a young boy, but he looked younger than the first, and wore checkered shorts, a large fuzzy fur coat, and a small bowtie. He fell onto the first boy with a 'thump!', then raised his head, which was covered in black hair. He took one look at the bemused crowd of kids and muttered,

"Oh, crumbs."