I am the storm…

I am the storm…

I am the storm…

…

So wait.

("Thousand Eyes" by Of Monsters and Men).

The countdown continues, my readers. In about a day and a half, officially, Jessica Jones will be available on Netflix.

I, for one, am super hyped.

No one else at the college has mentioned it…so maybe it's just me. Anyone else out there excited?

On a fanfiction note, I have been trying to figure out forums, but I can't. I'm not sure how they work, or if there are any updated ones, or any recent challenges…in short, I'm utterly lost. Better just stick with fanfiction-writing for now, eh?

ALSO…I realize I have been writing a lot of angsty whump, and characters getting ill. Time I changed that.

God bless and have a great day (or night)!

ThePro-LifeCatholic

Writing Prompt #27: Character De-Ages

Characters: 12th, 11th, 10th, and 9th Doctor(s), Rose Tyler, Mickey (Rickey) Smith, Jack Harkness, Donna Noble, Amelia Pond, Rory Pond (Williams), River Song, Clara Oswald

Shippings: None

Genre: Humor/friendship/family/fluff and adorableness in general

Rating: K

Summary: For some reason I found myself in a weird Easter mood. Here's a prompt: The NuWho main characters are toddlers and go to the Day Care and have a good old fashioned Easter egg hunt.

Prompted by: Lovemuffin

I don't own Doctor Who. I don't own the original prompt idea. I own the crazy shenanigans that happen because of it, though. *rubs hands together and laughs manically*

ErinKenobi2893: Thanks for the reviews (again). If you have something you'd like to say that isn't necessarily a story review, feel free to shoot me a PM. Also, about your make-over for the Doctor Who Movie…I never watched it. I have no clue what that would entail. That, and I'm so busy with school and such that I'm not sure I'd be able to find the time to do something like that. Not right now, anyhoo. :P

Jesuslovesmarina: I made the Doctor show Donna The Princess Bride, so we're all good. That is, until the Doctor needs to make her forget about all of the time they spent together…

Even though no one had said anything to him yet, the Doctor felt he was sticking out like a sore thumb. A man in a beat-up, black leather jacket, a small black boy clutching one of his broad fingers and sucking on his own hand, the two of them standing in the middle of a preschool playground that was crawling with toddlers.

How could he be any more obvious?!

He fiddled with the buttons on his jacket, trying not to stare at the other adults that were mulling around the playground. Some of them were texting or talking on their phones; others rushed to soothe crying children or shove them onto the playground when they were acting shy. Mothers and fathers alike had to dump out the baskets of eggs that their sons and daughters had gathered and count the colorful collections again and again.

"'Tah! 'Tah!" a small voice cried out, making itself heard despite the ruckus of about two or three dozen toddlers. A squat figure in a pink shirt and blue shorts teetered towards the Doctor, proudly displaying a bright pink egg in one hand. With the other hand, she attempted to brush blond flyaways from her face. The Doctor stooped down, working his finger out of the boy's firm grasp.

"What'cha got there, Rose?" he asked, taking the egg from her and examining it closely. The little girl beamed up at him.

"Egh, 'Tah!" she proclaimed with an open-mouthed smile. The little boy stepped forward, curiosity overcoming his initial shyness. He stared at the object with wide brown eyes, then looked at Rose.

"Egg?" he asked, in slightly more coherent English. "Egg, Ro?"

"If you went out there with Rose," the Doctor reasoned, "then you'd be able to get an egg too, Mickey. A nice, big, green one!" As the Doctor spoke, Rose stuck a hand out.

"Egh?" she asked Mickey. The little boy hung back, surveying the number of strange kids with uncertainty. Finally, tentatively, he reached for Rose's hand. As the two tottered off, the Doctor stood up and sighed, pulling on the ends of his jacket.

"How am I gonna fix this mess?" he mused to empty air. Just his luck, somehow managing to de-age his companions. He had hoped that taking them to an Easter-egg hunt would've enabled him to focus on finding a cure, but it seemed that he had made it even harder on himself by coming here. His gaze swept across the playground, trying to pinpoint where Jack had gotten to. If he was flirting with a three-year-old…then the Doctor might just have to ground him.

"No!" a shrill shriek reached his ears. "'Tah! 'TAH!"

The Doctor rushed to the site of the action to see what was going on. Rose was pointing at little girl, about her age, with crazy blond curls sticking out around her head. The said toddler was holding two eggs, one in each hand; one was navy blue, the other dark green. Mickey was sitting on the ground, empty hands laying palms-up on his laps. A fat tear trailed down his cheek.

"Riv-Melody! No!" A man in a tweed jacket rushed forward, nearly tripping over himself and other children at least twelve times in the distance of five feet. "You don't take his eggs, Melody! Give them back and say sorry." He pointed a finger at her and frowned. Melody held his gaze with an unperturbed expression.

"My now," she said, dropping the two eggs into her yellow plastic basket. The man in tweed sighed, adjusting his bowtie. Then he pulled a package out of his jacket, handing it to Mickey.

"Hey, little guy," he crooned. "I've got something better than any old egg for you." Mickey glanced at the box, and his eyes lit up as he saw that it contained a small chocolate rabbit. Melody saw it, too, and she rushed forward, dropping her basket.

"Want!" she cried, grabbing at the package. The Doctor held it out of her reach. "No, River. You took his egg; this is for…" he paused, then glanced down at Mickey. "What's your name? Didn't catch it before."

"His name's Mickey," the Doctor piped up. The bowtie-wearing stranger started, noticing the Doctor for the first time.

"Dottah! Ror!" A red-headed girl with a Scottish accent and emerald eyes (sporting a blue-jean skirt) pulled on the Doctor's black pants, pointing behind her with a fat finger. "Ror, Dottah!"

"Rory?" the Doctor questioned, glancing around. "Again? Is he in the bushes, Amy?"

"Ror," she repeated, running towards a clump of bushes on the edge of the playground. "'Mon, Dottah!"

"Coming, coming." The Doctor grabbed River's hand and followed Amy. "Rory, if I said it once, I've said it a thousand times: stay out of the bushes! You knew you were going to get caught, didn't you? And you still went and did it!"

Jack Harkness, meanwhile, had found himself a girl…or, more accurately, the girl had found him. A ginger toddler, slightly taller and bigger than the ex-time agent, had practically run up to him and proceeded to commence a hug-out. For a good minute-and-a-half now she had been embracing him, and he was growing thoroughly annoyed.

"Go 'way," he muttered, giving her a rough shove. She stumbled backwards, plopping down hard on the grass. Anger flashed in her eyes and she clambered to her feet. Then she landed a smack, hard, on the side of his face.

"Jack!" the Doctor cried, catching the tail end of the scenario.

"Donna!" the Doctor yelled, narrowly side-stepping a pile of eggs as he dashed to the two toddlers. The two men reached the children at the same time.

"Let me see," the Doctor commanded, crouching next to Jack.

"Now, Donna, that's not good," reprimanded the Doctor, taking Donna firmly by the shoulders and giving her a hard look. "Give the poor bloke a hug. What'd he ever do to you, eh?"

Donna shot Jack a scathing look, but she tottered forward, arms stretched out. Jack received her peace-hug somewhat stiffly. The Doctor and the Doctor found themselves face-to-face. The elder one, with crazy brown hair and a blue suit, scratched the back of his head and cleared his throat.

"Sorry 'bout that," he said haltingly. "You know how kids are."

The Doctor nodded. "Oh yeah."

An awkward silence settled between the two. Jack and Donna, having made up with each other, were now busily searching for eggs together. A third kid joined their group, brown pigtails bobbing behind her.

"Hi," she said with a wave.

"Hi," Jack responded. Donna shoved an egg in the newcomer's face. "See?" she asked.

"Clara, be nice to the other kids." An elderly man with grey curly hair and a Scottish accent made his way across the playground, weaving through the maze of children. He stopped in his tracks when he saw his past two regenerations standing side-by-side. He also took into account that the toddlers that Clara was getting acquainted with looked suspiciously like former companions. If all of this had happened before, he was surprised at himself for not remembering when he came. An Easter egg hunt had seemed safer than a toddler-Clara waddling around the TARDIS. But with himself to deal with on top of babysitting…that was a whole new level of danger.

"Granddaughter?" the blue-suited Doctor was saying. The Doctor blinked, snapping out of his bemused (and slightly aggravated) train of thought.

"What?"

"Clara; she your granddaughter?"

"Oh…yeah. She is."

"Nice kid," leather-Doctor noted.

"Thanks."

Just then, the floppy-haired Doctor rushed past, little Amelia in tow. "Really, Rory? I look away for a second! How did you even get up in that tree?!" River ambled along behind, chewing happily on a chocolate rabbit. Mickey chased after her, grabbing at the back of her light blue dress and yelling for the treat. Rose continued looking for eggs, completely oblivious to her future boyfriend's plight.

The oldest Doctor sighed and massaged his forehead. When he looked up again, he saw that Clara had wandered off, and was attempting to climb the rock wall alone and unaided. Donna, having tried to taste the Easter egg that she had found, discovered that it was the most revolting taste she had ever experienced. This led to her beginning to bawl loudly. Harkness had seen a group of siblings eating a picnic of peanut sandwiches, and invited himself to their party. Grabbing one of the sandwiches, he raced off with it, shoving it in his mouth as he ran.

"As long as they don't remember any of this, I may just survive the aftermath," the Doctor muttered to himself, rushing to save Clara from a bad tumble.

In short, it was just another perfectly normal day in the life of the Doctor.

I had a lot of fun writing this. Especially having the toddler companions give the Doctor their own little kid twists, like "'Tah" and "Dottah".

Thanks, Lovemuffin, for giving me such a fun prompt, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

See you guys around for the next prompt!