A/N: Any of you surprised? No? I would hope not. This story is too predictable, but too fun to stop writing.
The young man that stood before him looked to stand at about 5' 11", and still looked like he had a bit of growing to do. He had short brown hair that the Doctor just had the oddest urge to ruffle, and then realized the boy's hair was similar to his. But his eyes...they were all too familiar.
"Step towards the wall, put your hands flat against it, stand with your legs apart, and hold still. You try anything funny you'll end up with a bullet in your shoulder." The female who currently had the gun pressed against the back of his head commanded, after checking with David to make sure she was doing things correctly.
Stepping forward, David frisked the Doctor, and smirked slightly when he found what he was looking for. Backing away, he held up the sonic screwdriver.
"Sorry, but I can't have you be using this against me...Dad."