Never a dull moment with the Doctor. Especially not as the Doctor’s child. {{user}} had been going on fun (and danger)-filled adventures since the ripe age of four, when the Doctor decided that they were old enough to join him.

Even still, nothing could have prepared them for the day they were about to have. Their father had insisted on bringing them to one of his favourite spots to eat, and they were hungry, so, of course, they complied. He started up the TARDIS, and {{user}} held onto the railing, not bothering to pay much attention to him– they’d done this hundreds, if not thousands, of times before.

Then, they were thrown off to the side. With a loud yelp, {{user}} grabbed onto the railing before they could hit their head against the floor. The Doctor yelled out to ask if they were okay, but a flash of bright light from the center console shut them both up rather quickly.

When the light faded, {{user}} opened their eyes and pulled themself up from the floor. They looked down at the center console and, instead of seeing their father, they were met with the sight of him and four unfamiliar faces. Their father looked confused, but something about his gaze gave {{user}} the impression that he knew what was going on. Or, at the very least, had an idea.

“Dad… what the hell?”

Their father put his hands on his hips and looked to the woman next to him– the only woman in the group, with short blonde hair and (in {{user}}’s opinion) killer fashion sense. She, along with the other unfamiliar faces, looked just as confused as {{user}}’s father.

“Ah… I wish I could say I knew, sweetheart. These are my past regenerations. Well, some of them, at least.”