Little Princess
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, or else David tenant would never have regenerated into Matt Smith. T.T (*Tears streaming down face* WHY BBC ; WHY!)
The doctor was sipping his tea when he sensed an unfamiliar flavor in his drink. He took out his sonic screwdriver and scanned it.
Blazarian squirrel poison.
He heard tiny laughter coming from within a tree above his head.
"HAHAHA! We told you we would get you someday Doctor! WE TOLD YOU!" squeaked what he had originally thought was a normal, earthly squirrel.
Jeez, all he had done was laughed when the queen's name was actually an extremely vulgar and profane word here on Earth. Needless to say, the squirrels did not share in his hilarity.
Then again, he had made the Queen angry, and when Blazarian squirrels get extremely angered, they puff up, except this queen was a tad temperamental and had puffed one to many times, and POOF! She was all over the wall. The Doctor didn't see how that was his fault
Luckily for him, Blazarian squirrel poison was very slow acting, giving him enough time to return to the Tardis and regenerate.
He felt himself begin to shrink, and some of his "Man-parts" disappear.
"WTH" he thought, and as the process finished he ran to the nearest mirror.
He was a seven year-old girl.
"Well," he sighed to no one in particular. "At least I'm ginger."
He ran to the controls of the Tardis and had to take a great leap to reach the controls, and then set them
for the park outside Torchwood. As soon as the whirring noise stopped, he ran towards the building to see if Captain Jack still worked for Torchwood. The Doctor needed help, and he had no idea where else to go. He charged into the building and asked the receptionist to get Jack.
"Whoa there sweety, no children allowed. Go get your parents and come back."
The doctor gave an exasperated sigh, and decided to wait until this guard/receptionist's shift was over. As he trudged back outside he heard the receptionist\grumble.
"I'm gonna have to talk to Jack about his 'problem'. That little girl was seven!"
The Doctor giggled, as only a little girl could, at Jack's antics. Same old Jack he thought, shaking his head.
The Doctor trudged outside and decided to wait until the receptionist's shift was over.
A few minutes later, the Doctor got lucky, and the shift ended. He/she ran inside after the shift change was over yelling "Help! Help! My bike is being taken by a bad man!" the receptionist huffed and jogged outside saying "Okay sweety! I'll get your bike!"
The doctor hopped behind the desk and sent Jack's computer an alert with the code words "Bad Wolf," and soon had a flirtatious American man running around, looking for the Doctor. He spotted what he thought was a little girl standing behind the receptionist's desk, tapping her foot impatiantley.
He sauntered up, looking to get some info. "Captain Jack, and who might this little princess be?" he asked, earning him an impatient glare from the little girl, which confused him immensely. He sighed. "Look, princess, have you seen a man, 'bout this tall?"
He held up one of his hands about two feet of the ground. The little girl lost all of her already non-existent patience. "Jack, you know that I was taller than you by at least an inch."
Jack looked at the girl surprised, and suspicious. He swiveled his head around, looking for eavesdroppers. "Doctor?" he hissed.
"Yes, Jack, now will you please take me upstairs to your office so we can speak in private?"
Jack looked at her with shock written across his face. Than he let out a fit of loud laughter (Jack dosen't guffaw, he's to sexy)
"SHHHHHHHHH! JACK!" she shouted. "Everyone is staring!" Jack stopped laughing, and looked up. Everyone in the main office of Torchwood was staring at him.
"Yeah," he agreed. "We should probably go to my office and speak."
On the way towards the elevator, one of Jack's supperior's caught his eye. "Jaaaacccckkkk, you better not touch this little girl!" she warned.
Jack mentally kicked himself. How had he earned such a terrible reputation?
"Well," a girl's voice cut through his thoughts as the elevator door's closed. "At least someone else is keeping you in line."
They reached Jack's office, and stepped inside. The minute the door was closed, Jack burst out laughing.
The Doctor was really getting angry.
"It's not nearly as bad as you turning into the Face of Boh!" he muttered.
Jack sobered up immediately. "Wha-what did you say?"
The Doctor realized what he had said. "Ummm, nothing?" the little girl asked sweetly.
"Yeah, ok…" Jack agreed, still skeptical.
Well then, Jack, I-"
"Whoa, there Doctor, I think you owe my an explanation first."
The Doctor sighed. "Well, fine. It isn't actually that hard. I had angered some squirrels-"
"Squirrels?!" Jack asked, incredulous.
"Yes, I laughed at their queen's name, and-"
"What was her name?"
"(insert rude noise/word), now let me speak. The squirrels put their slow-acting poison into my tea, and so I ran to the Tardis and regenerated. As you can see, I regenerated as a girl. An extremely short, seven year-old girl. Who, by the way, is quite hungry at the moment."
Jack tossed her a cookie box off of his desk, and asked, "So, Timelords can regenerate as members of the opposite sex?"
"In rare cases like mine, depending on their regeneration circumstances, yes, they can."
"So what happens to your-"
The Doctor cut him off. "Jack please, this is serious."
"Sorry, sorry!" he said, holding his hands up defensively.
"Now, Jack. I need to use your computer to see if I can contact Martha." She walked over to the desk chair. She looked up.
"Jack?"
"Yeah?"
" Would you mind..."
Jack noticed the Doctor's predicament and obligingly lifted her up.
The Doctor was mortified. He hadn't realized how short he was. He was nothing compared to Jack's near six feet, and wasn't strong enough to pull himself up into the chair; He was so short he had had to get Jack to pick him up.
He opened up Jack's Skype, and saw that Martha was not online.
"I guess I'll just have to call her."
He held out his hand towards Jack, giving him the "hand it here" gesture.
"What?" he asked.
"Your phone, Jack." He answered, exasperated.
"Oh, yeah! Sorry!"
He gave the doctor his phone, and the Doctor dialed Martha…
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
This number is out of service rang, please try again later. Said the cheery service voice.
"AWWWWW! UHHHHRGH! Jack, she's not picking up! It says that she's out of range! JAAAAACCK! Help! WAAAHHH!" the Doctor complained in a whiney girl voice.
"OWOWOWOWO! Doctor! SHUT UP! Your voice is so high pitched!" said Jack.
Hmmm… thought the Doctor. I've never seen Jack snap like that. Maybe he doesn't like kids?
He decided to test his theory later. Right now they had to figure out what to do.
AN: So, how do you like my new series? I pushed my self to write a 1,000 words, and I wrote more than that. It getting awkward calling the Doctor, a seven year old red-headed girl, Doctor. I'm going to set up a poll for names soon, so watch for that. First to reach maybe, fiftie, wins! If there is a close tie, I'll set up another one with the winning names.