Before was saw the prequel for Doctor Who, I saw a gif set on my Tumblr dash and was inspired.
The gif set was here post/46070207321/turns-out-this-sparked-some-feeling-and-before-i
So I wrote this before I knew, it's short, but (not to sound big headed) I like the idea.
It wasn't New York, of course, it couldn't be. Temporal loops and unpredictably vicious time streams stopped him in his tracks, as he'd forced his blue box into the individual timeline of a lost little girl who turned into a strong willed Pond.
He sat on the swings of a lonely park in South London, the place where a previous version of himself had caught a ghost who left footprints, with a brilliant blonde who would now be ten years old. The swing creaked against his adult weight, and a loss filled his time worn eyes as he gently pushed himself to and thro. He wasn't too sure why he was here, but he was always taken where he needed to be. He remembered something River had said, something chronicled in her timeline, written in shock black ink, the details covering pages of her diary.
"He's so young Doctor, so new. My little brother. I know he's adopted, but his hair is so Mum and his smile is Dad all over. I bet he has children, in the future, that he's a charmer, with a beautiful wife who'll have the same temperament as his mother and sister." The Doctor had pondered over a clear picture, taken with a camera out of it's age, his shockingly red hair a stark contrast to his inherently worried smile.
A little girl ran up to him, she must have been seven at most, her hair a shock of red that matched the leaves on the ground, and a timid smile that held a familiarity. She would have been generations down the line, the 1930's a long way away.
Her little voice could just be heard above the second squeak of their continued swinging. "Hello," her accent was purely British, but that hint of American was held from her ancestry, "you look like the Raggedy Doctor." The little girl was thinking of the stories held close to her family's heart, she was clutching onto a crumpled toy, a man with a mop of hair and a bowtie.
"I suppose I do." His voice was jubilant, a smile lit up his face, bright and wide and full of love and hope. He toned down his joy as he continued to swing, to and thro looking up at her almost confused features, he tried to to contain a sudden onslaught of emotions, trying to hold back a single tear, he nodded. A Pond through and through.
Kicking his legs together and smiling down at the hands classed in his lap. He was always taken where he needed to be.