“Oh my God, we’re kidnappers!” Rose looked down in horror at the fluff in the Doctor’s hand.
They were in the TARDIS, zooming away from a planet full of bigger thats, when the Doctor had felt something moving in his pocket.
“We might have napped? And it is a kid. But it wasn’t intentional! It must have climbed in when I wasn’t looking.”
Rose scooped up the puff and pet it. “We have to take it back to its parents!”
“No parents. More of a collective, really.”
“Well then, its collective must be missing it!”
“About that. Not sure it could integrate back in after a few hours gone.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope.”
Rose continued to pet the puffball. “Guess that makes you its dad now.”
“I suppose that makes you its mum.”
“I dunno. Does it mean I’m its mum if you’re the dad?”
The Doctor suddenly looked like a deer in headlights, and jolted into motion. “Right! If I calculate this perfectly we’ll be back only a minute after we left! Fluff Jr. will be back in no time.”
Rose grinned at him. “Aww, and here I wanted to name him after you.”
The Doctor tried not to smile.
