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Chapter 10. Growing Pains.
"Ah," The Doctor stood, looking awkwardly down at the figure before him. "Ah well, this causes a slight problem doesn't it,"
The stiffly suited man behind him gave a bored sniff. The Doctor glanced over his shoulder nervously at him. He stood with his arms held tightly behind his back, almost like an old butler, mustache wiggling on his upper lip. He was every essence of the word pompous. And the Doctor didn't like him at all.
"Sir, do you, or do you not claim responsibility for the child," He drawled, looking impatient.
"Strictly speaking, she's not a child, well she is, but she isn't-" The Doctor had turned, giving a nervous smile, but was cut of sharply.
"Sir, you are wasting my valuable time, either take the child, or leave her and I shall see that she is placed with child services-"
"No no no no no! I'll take her, I'll take her!" The Doctor strode purposely forward, taking the little girl by the hand and marching from the room. Her little legs struggled to keep up with his loping gait, and she had to half run along after him, clinging to his hand.
"Doctor," the girl squeaked, and he look down, never breaking his stride. "Doctor what are we gonna do?"
He kept walking, his pace still quick. They hit the revolving door, squeezing into one section together, the Doctor pushing the little girl gently in front of him.
"Find out what's caused this. Or who,"
The came out into the chilly morning air outside of the hospital. The smell of smoke filled the air, and although it was morning, a thin layer of smog covered the sky. Great black clouds were being pumped out of the factories that surrounded the city, and the air was full of the sound of hissing steam and the click clattering of clockwork gears as the morning commuters hurried by on their strange steam and gear driven vehicles. An old lady went past in what appeared to be a wheelchair, until the Doctor realised that she was completely clockwork from the waist down.
"Remarkable," he gave a little smile to himself, and then started to skip down the stairs. A dead weight at the end of his arm told him that the girl wasn't following. He stopped, turning around to find her bottom lip wobbling dangerously. Great big fat tears were threatening to roll down her face, and her nose was already snotty.
"Doctor, I don't want to be stuck!" She cried. "I'm scared!"
And then the flood gates opened and the tears were streaming down her face as she started to hiccup.
"Oh come now shh shh!" He comforted, crouching down to her level. "I'll work something out! I always do don't I?"
The girl frowned, her bottom lip sticking out. "Not always. Sometimes you need me to do the thinking,"
"Too right I do," He grinned, tweaking her nose. "But I need you to be brave, do you think you can do that for me?"
She gave a big sniff, wiping her snotty nose on her sleeve and then nodded. The Doctor wrinkled up his face in slight disgust before pulling out a cloth handkerchief from his pocket which she took without complaint, and wiped her face properly.
"There we go! That's my girl, come here," The Doctor held his arms open, and the small girl wrapped her little arms around his neck in a tight hug. He stood up, supporting her weight against his hip, and then started off down the steps into the street. He felt the girl worm closer, getting comfortable, and then she hid her face, pressing it into the skin at his neck. It was still damp from the tears and slightly snotty, but he didn't protest. First they would return to the TARDIS and do some scans. From there...well he'd work that out on the run, as per usual.
"Come on Aobhee. Let's get you back to normal eh?"
Just too cute gah. I just finished The Dalek Generation by Nicholas Briggs (which is fantastic, try it out!) and 11 with kids is just the best thing ever. EVER. So yeah, time to do the "character-gets-turned-into-a-kid-trope" haha
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