"Mawtha..."
"'Melia!"
At the sound of her name, Amy groggily sat up to see a face peering at her closely. A small boy about four years old was standing next to her with bright green eyes... Eyes that were eerily familiar... Where had she seen them before? The boy was obviously hyper, and he had just woken up, seeing as his dark brown hair was tousled...
The boy was also completely naked.
We must have fallen asleep watching the Doctor, or rather, Doctors, Amyreasoned. But where did this boy come from? And why is he naked? Where is the Doctor when you need him?
Amy swallowed her confusion and looked over at the girl named Martha, who was being shaken awake by another small boy wearing only a button down nightshirt (or possibly a shirt that was way too large for him. It was impossible to be sure) with a necktie, for some strange reason. This other boy had messy brown hair that seemed to stand on end and brown eyes... Both boys seemed incredibly familiar to Amy. She drew her attention away from Martha and the other boy to a small lump of clothes on the floor.
In the lump of clothes, Amy spotted a tweed jacket, trench coat, striped pants, a leather jacket, a bowtie, a pair of tweed pants, two pairs of black shoes, and a pair of red converse. Poking out of the pile was a small head of thinly cut black hair that seemed, thankfully, to be asleep.
Then, it all clicked. The particular clothes in the pile... the three boys and their familiar appearances... the way the Doctors had all shrunk about a centimeter the previous day...
The naked boy was still shaking her shoulder.
"'Melia..."
Amy turned her head to face the green-eyed boy with the mop of dark hair. She gulped. "Doctor?"
The green-eyed boy smiled, the boy with Martha turned abruptly to look at her, and the boy snoozing in the pile of clothes jerked into awareness. "You need me?"
The black-haired boy- the Ninth Doctor- pulled himself out of the pile of clothes, wearing nothing but a green jumper, and briskly walked over to the blonde girl who had been watching silently from across the room.
"Wose..." he said softly, shaking her. "C'mon, Wose, we have a problem."
Martha, who finally seemed fully awake, blinked and stared at the absurd child- who could not have been old enough for kindergarten- who was staring at her from her side, and struggled to accept that this was the man whom she had met on the hospital on the moon.
Rose, the blonde, seemed to grasp the situation calmly. She was most likely probing the Tiny Ninth Doctor for any injuries aside from the obvious de-aging.
Amy just shook her head and stood, walking over to the corner, where Rory seemed to have fallen asleep. She needed him to wake up, because this was going to be interesting practice for after their first child was born.