Rose- Parallel Universe (Bad Wolf Bay) 2015;

"Peter!" Rose called for her son, wandering around their 2 storey house. Like his father, who had now adopted the name John Smith, Peter had a sense of adventure and curiosity. This meant, however, he was often found in a cupboard or such he had gotten into but, closing the door on himself, as he often did, getting stuck and unable to get out. It was a pretty average thing in the household happening at least 5 times a day. There was a process Rose and the (meta-crisis) Doctor had gotten used to. Peter would lock himself in something then spend 5 minutes thinking it was the best thing in the world and priding himself on his adventure before breaking down and wanting his "Ma-my" or "Datty". Rose had gotten to her bedroom when she heard soft sobs from the bottom drawer where her husband kept his clothes. She, slowly and carefully, opened the drawer to see her 2-and-a-half-year-old son curled up in a ball crying.

"Well that's new," she muttered in regards to his new hideout.

"Ma-my!" The little boy cheered throwing himself into his mother's arms. "Is datty still werking?" the child asked, looking into his mother's eyes.

"Mm-hm," Rose nodded. She still had a bit of trouble seeing the Doctor without his TARDIS and with a real life. It was still him though, he had the same personality, well despite the added sass thanks to Donna Noble but despite that. He still had that love for her she craved. Rose smiled at her young boy, before on odd feeling spread through her body and suddenly, the child wasn't there or, to be more correct, she wasn't there.

~X~

The 9th Doctor wanders deeper into the TARDIS, toward the kitchen singing "Banana, banana, banana." to himself happily.

"Do you think it would have Jammie Dodgers?" the 11th asked pulling on his, now oversized, tweed jacket and fiddling with his bowtie, "Or fish fingers and custard?"

"I want tea!" the 10th exclaims.

"I bet I will win!" the 12 states before taking off down the corridor.

'Not fair! He got a head start!' the 9th moans before taking off after him, the 11th follows him. He turns to the 10th still while running.

"You're the loser!!!!" he states happily before turning around and running again.

"Hey! That was mean!" the 10th says, looking down at his shoes. The 11th turns around and pokes out his tongue. In reply the young 10th doctors runs through the corridor, arms pumping. 9 ran through the corridors in glee, giggling to himself.

"I'm gonna win!" he announces.

"No you're not!" 10 cries. He had already passed 11 and was quickly gaining on 12 passing his future regeneration in no time. He kept running, his long trench coat, now way too long for his little 7 year old body, dragged behind him. 11, whom had lost interest in the race soon after 10 passed him, flapped his arms inside his now oversized coat.

"Imma birdy!" he squeals happily, still running through the corridor. 12 watched 10 pass him and came to an abrupt stop.

"I don't want to play a running game!" his wails, stamping his foot.

"Grumpy!" 11 calls out to him as he passes 12, still flapping his little arms. 12 glares at 11 who was too busy 'flying' to care or, at least, see him do so. 9 and 10 were too busy focusing on winning to care about their future regenerations. 10 catches up to 9, no longer a big gap between them.

"Still winning!" 9 announces, looking back at 10 and not looking ahead of him, running smack-bang into a new arrival and falling on his butt. "Ow!" he moans, starting to wail.

"Shuddup!" comes a yell from 12 from down the hallway. 9 places a thumb in his mouth, looking up to see who he ran into. It was a little girl whom stood there arms crossed looking down at him. Her light blonde hair floated just below where her chin was. Her sparkling brown eyes locked onto hs.

"Rose?" He asks, thumb dropping from his mouth, head cocking slight.

"Doctor?!" she questions.