I'm back for a bit! My life has calmed down a twinge, so I decided I write something.

Inspiration: I saw a picture that said "The last song you listened to is your life with Josh Hutcherson" It was Jar of Hearts. So, he just dumped me :/ Then I listened to another song, and saw a picture that said "The last song you listened to is your life with the Doctor." I started laughing so hard because the song was...well...you'll see...

Disclaimer: I do not own: DW or any related persons, The song featured in this chapter, or a baby sabertooth mooselion.

Copyright: I own...the idea...and the knowledge that I survived Zombie Apocalypse training, but lost the war against Water, Earth, and Fire :/

It started one day when the Doctor was tracking down an alien on earth that was posing as the monster hiding in the closet. He finally tracked it to a specific house, but the owners wouldn't let him in. Figures. But, a Timelord's gotta do what a Timelord's gotta do...

The Thirteen year old, Eleven year old, and Nine year old eyed the Doctor skeptically.

"You're our babysitter?" The Thirteen year old asked, arms crossed. Her parents were going out of town for a week with her older sister for a band thing. They said they'd hire a babysitter, but they never mentioned he'd be so...weird.

"Yes! See, here's my qualifications," the Doctor flashed the psychic paper. The teenager raised an eyebrow.

"There's a University for babysitting?"

"Of course there is! Now, shall we play a game? Oh! How about hide and seek! I love hide and seek, I always hide in the...closet...Why are you all staring at me like that?" The Doctor asked. Indeed, the kids were all giving him looks. The eleven year old rolled her eyes.

"We live in a two story, five bedroom two bathroom house. There aren't enough hiding spots to play hide and seek!"

"oh...right..." Drat. That plan to find the alien had been crushed. The nine year old tugged on his oldest sister's sleeve, then whispered something in her ear.

"Yes! We need to!" The teenager cried, startling the Doctor.

"What do we need to do?" Asked the Doctor.

"Well, there's a tradition in our house with babysitters," the girl started. "Every time we get a new babysitter, we have to play the makeover game!"

"The makeover game?"

"Yes!"

"Do I get to-"

"Nope! Now, you just need to sit down here," She pushed him into a chair, "And close your eyes, while I go get the supplies!" The skipped cheerily upstairs. Suddely,, the Doctor felt himself being tied to the chair.

"What the-What are you doing? Why did you tie me to the chair?" The Doctor asked. Of course, he didn't think to open his eyes. Suddenly, he heard music playing.

"Whenever I see someone, less forutnate than I," He heard one of the girls singing along. "And let's face it, who isn't, less fortunate than I? My tender heart tends to start to bleed!" The Doctor cringed. Not more Wicked. He'd had enough of that with those broadway nerds...

"You. Will. Be...Popular! You're gonna be popular! I'll teach you the proper poise, when you talk with boys, little ways to flirt and flounce. OH! I'll sow you what shoes to wear how to fix that hair," The Doctor felt someone mess with his awesome hair. "everything that really counts to be popular. I'll help you be popular. You'll hang with the right cohorts, you'll be good at sports, know the slang you got to know! Let's start, cause you've got and awfully long way to go..." The Doctor felt good being spread on his face as the song continued. When he assumed it ended, he heard the boy scream, "OPEN YOUR EYES!" So the Doctor did as he was told...In the miiror, he saw his face covered with glitter, with him wearing bright pink eyeshadow, a long black sharpie mustache, and his hair was totally ruined with what looked like nail-polish and lip-gloss. Plus, bright pink lip-stick. To alien catching was worth this. So the Doctor did what any sane person would do. He broke whatever he was tied with (Scarves) and ran out the door screamin like a maniac. The Thirteen year-old smiled.

"And though you protest your disinterest...I know clandestinely...You're gonna grin and bear it, your new found popularity! Laaaaaa laa! Laaaa la, you'll be popular! Just not quite as popular, as, MEEEEEEEEEEEE!" The song ended, and the kids went to do their respective business, laughing and high-fiving. The Doctor was never babysitting EVER again.

If you didn't guess, the song was called Popular :) Review, for me?

~WolfyBD