The Littlest Time Lord
McRaider
Summary: The door creaked open, shining just a sliver of light into the darkened room, two deep blue eyes gazed into the bedroom, as he looked inside. He looked back into the ever intimidating hallway, and felt a slight nudge by the TARDIS, before slipping further into the black room.
Author's Note: Not really sure why I wrote this fic, or the fic that comes after it, but it seemed cute at the time. So here you are theadventures of the Littlest Time Lord.
The door creaked open, shining just a sliver of light into the darkened room, two deep blue eyes gazed into the bedroom, as he peeked inside. He looked back into the ever intimidating hallway, and felt a slight nudge by the TARDIS, before slipping further into the black room. His padded feet making little noise on the carpeted flooring; he inched his way slowly over to the end of the bed, clutching his blanket under one arm, the other positioned so he could keep his thumb firmly attached to his mouth.
His blue eyes rapidly adjusted to the darkness, and he spotted the two figures on the bed, sleeping soundly. She was curled up in his arms, her back against his chest; he had one arm curled tightly around her waist, their fingers intertwined at her stomach. The other hand was resting under the pillow she rested her head against.
His face was buried half in a pillow and half in the back of her neck, "Mummy," he murmured softly as he moved closer to the side of the bed. He searched for the familiar brown eyes to awaken and notice his form. "Mummmmy," he began to whine, hating that they hadn't woken and noticed him.
That's when he saw it, his father's eyes flicker ever so slightly. The ruffled bed hair rose from the soft pillow, and the chocolate colored eyes gazed over the form on his wife and fell upon the small child standing next to the bed, shivering against the nightly chill of the TARDIS.
"Jack?" he murmured.
The small boy had to resist rolling his eyes, as though anyone else would be in their room whimpering mummy.
"What are you doin' out of bed?" The Doctor didn't know when he'd suddenly become domestic, although he was fairly sure it had started long before his four year old had graced their lives with his presence.
"Monsters," whispered the small child.
The universe's littlest Time Lord in existence, and he was foolishly afraid of monsters. Rose had tried to reason with her husband, he was just a child, and all children feared the unknown without a little help or guidance. Truthfully the Doctor understood that, however, unlike his wife he wasn't as quick to fuel the child's fear and allow him to spend another night sleeping in their bed.
"Jack, we're in the TARDIS, you know nothing could get in here without us knowing, or her knowing for that matter," he replied as he gently slid out of his wife's warm embrace.
He towered over the small boy, who looked frightened and worried. "Monsters," the child whimpered again.
Patience. The Doctor heard the TARDIS' gentle voice, reaching down he swept the small boy into his arms and carried him back out into the chilly hallways of the TARDIS, and towards the child's room, "Can't I sleep wif you daddy!" cried the boy.
"Jack, we've had this discussion, you have to sleep in your bed and be a big boy," he hated treating the boy like the child that he was. Jack was a smart kid during the day, and proved to be a mix of both parents as well as having small quirks from all the past reincarnations of the doctor, one of the most annoying was he always had a blanket or long scar with him. Just like his fourth incarnation. Something Rose found great amusement in.
His other largest difference was the bright blue eyes under the tuft of sandy blonde hair. Blue eyes that had obviously come from the pervious doctor, the boy's eyes were utterly clear blue with flakes of gray in them. Rose had been so happy to see those beautiful eyes; eyes she'd originally fallen in love with.
"Please daddy," whimpered the child again as he wiggled in his father's arms.
The Doctor put him down before he dropped the boy, only to have Jack turn around and fly from his arms. Muttering a Gillifreyn curse under his breathe he hurried back towards his room to see he was too late.
Jack was already climbing into the bed and curling against a very awake Rose, who seemed all too pleased to coddle her son for as long as possible. The door opened wider and both Rose and little Jack looked up at the Doctor, "He needs to sleep in that bed one of these days," muttered the nine hundred year old alien before clambering back over to his own bed and crawling under the heavy covers.
He could remember a time when he didn't sleep at all, when it wasn't required as a daily activity. Only a little of that had changed because of Jackson's birth, the other part was just to spend more time with his wife.
"You're just jealous," grinned Rose as she cuddled her tiny child closer to her.
"Of course I'm jealous, he gets far more cuddle time than I do," whined the Doctor as he curled against his wife's back again.
"He's just a baby Doctor, the Littlest Time Lord," she grinned as she brushed the frizzy sand colored hair from his cherub face; the child already fast asleep.
"The Littlest Time Lord is spoiled rotten."
"You're not one to talk, who demanded we take him to any planet of his choice and let him eat as much ice cream as he wanted for his fourth birthday," chuckled Rose as she continued her gentle caresses to calm her son.
"It was his birthday…"
"Aye, but who had to deal with the hyper aftermath and the throwing up that night?"
"You're better at it then me."
Rose chuckled, "You love him."
"Yes, I love the little brat for all he's worth," mumbled the Doctor as he nestled closer to his wife again.
She smiled gently, she knew he did; she saw the way his eyes lit up every time their son experienced something new and amazing. The way the child begged his father to tell him more stories of the Time war and their planet. The boy lived off his father's knowledge, and the Doctor reveled in every moment of it. Jackson Peter Tyler had made their lives a little more meaningful, and he'd pulled them together through even the toughest of times. She pressed a kiss to the boy's forehead and smiled, "My Time Lords," she whispered as she drifted off to sleep, aware her husband was keeping vigilance over the two forms.
The End