t was the wailing cries that woke the two of them out. Loud and high-pitched, it echoed through the halls of the barely full-grown TARDIS.
Slowly, Rose got up, to go and rock their first child, Mason, only a few days old, to sleep, but the Doctor's arm shot across, preventing her from rising any farther from their king-sized bed.
"Go back to sleep. I'll take care of it," he whispered to her, earning a thankful nod as she fell back to sleep, tucking her arm under her and placing her other hand under her pillow.
After rubbing his eyes, the identical, meta-crisis Doctor walked down the hall to their son's room.
Mason's hair, though only a few days old, was thick, with a light shade of blonde, but his eyes mimicked his father's, brown and mischievous.
Now, though, they were sealed shut as he wailed his cries, slightly rolling in his wooden crib.
Gently, the Doctor lifted him up from his crib by his armpits, placing his chest against his shoulder. In a slow motion, he rubbed his fingers in a circle on his son's back.
"Go to sleep," he sang. "Go to sleep. DontletRaxacorafallapatorianstakeyouinyoursleep," he continued, making it up as he went along.
'Your name is Mason. It has an a in it, so does cat and bat and ….. rat. Rats are small. So is your Grandmother. Sometimes, I think, she will kill me. Oh, we-ell. Oh, we-ell."
Finally, Mason sobs and sniffs subsided, so the Doctor slowly, gently put him back in his crib, then tip-toed out of the blue-walled room.
He slipped down the hall to his and Rose's room, slipping underneath the covers.
"How'd you get him to sleep," she asked quietly, her eyes still closed.
"I sang him a lullaby."
Oh. My. God. This is writing is terrible. Really, though, I was just bored, because I had to go home early, due to sickness, so I thought 'Eh. Why not do a one-shot set before my main and only Doctor Who story." Then this came out. *sigh*
Virtual cookies to anyone who read this and still reviewed.