His Little Girl
Title: His Little Girl
Author: flash_of_ginger
Rating: G
Prompt Word: Sleep
Author’s Note: Response to Weekly Drabble Challenge #24 at doctor_donna
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who.
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The Doctor knocked softly on Alice’s door and when he received on reply on the third knock, he pushed the slowly and poked his head into her room. It was dark and the only light was from a desk lamp that cast a giant shadow onto the opposite wall, Alice was seated at the table her head down and her arms folded underneath her cheek, the slow rhythmic rise and fall her shoulders indicated that she had been sleeping for a while.
A smile came to his face as he crossed the room, stumbling momentarily on something he would not identify in the dark, before he stood next to her, his hand come down to lightly stroke her brown hair.
His eyes roamed off her and to the desk, he tilted his head to the side as he looked down at the object. She had told him she was making a screwdriver by herself, but this was very impressive work. Moving his hand he picked the device up carefully, trying not to bump any of the buttons with his fingers as he inspected the instrument.
His eyebrows rose as he realized that she had made a sonic screwdriver, not only in a short amount of time, but it was better then his.
The Doctor frowned a bit; it was a lot better then his. He felt a tinge of jealousy and he grasped her screwdriver tighter then he meant to, but after a moment he set it down back in its place before her.
Bending low, he placed a kiss on top of her head, feeling the swell of pride replace the jealous monster.
He mused how quickly she was growing up, the image of her flying the TARDIS came into his head, but he quickly dashed it away, it was certainly too soon for that.
The Doctor managed to sweep her up into his arms without waking her, the weight of her head falling against his chest as he walked over to her bed, placing her on top of the blankets; removing her shoes and covering her up with a duvet that he retrieved from the end of the bed.
“Sleep well, love.” He whispered and she murmured something that he could not make out and walked back over to the desk, stealing one more glance at the sonic screwdriver making a mental note to talk to her about it in the morning and switched off the light.