A/N: Got bored of all those headlines complaining about the age of Matt Smith. It doesn't bother me. But then it wouldn't, I'm still younger than him. I'm here but not really here. I have exams again. I'll be back properly as soon as I can. Sorry guys.

Toddler in the TARDIS

The regeneration had not gone according to plan.

"This sucks!" The Doctor stomped. "I. Don't. Like. This. Any. More!" He yelled before crossing his arms and frowning at his newest companion.

"Now Doctor, you said this wasn't going to be easy—"

"I MEANT FOR YOU!!!" The Doctor shouted. His shirt hung off his tiny body but his jacket, coat and his trousers lay in a puddle round his tiny feet that stood housed in his converse like a flower in a bucket. "This was not meant to happen... I want to see." He demanded.

"I don't think you should—" His companion stuttered.

"SHOW ME NOW!!!" The Doctor screamed, his new hair flopping over his beautifully chubby face. A full length mirror was pulled out of a nearby cupboard and leant against the wall of the TARDIS. The Doctor stood in front of it a sulked.

His tie hung round his shoulders and the scowl on his face made the whole room darker. "I'm a baby. I am a 900 year old baby."

"Aww. But you're a very cute baby!" His companion cooed. The Doctor threw her a look so dirty it looked out of place on his face.

"This is not happening."