I know I am not the only one that contemplates with glee when Ten Mark II starts a speech with "I am the Doctor--and can we wrap this up? The sitter gets off at six." where all alien invasions find themselves shuffled off back into outer space because the sitter charges a pound a minute when he's late picking up the kids. Because there is a level of unbelievable motivation going on when your tiny quarter-Timelord offspring might accidentally send the sitter back to the fifteenth century while you're fighting evil.
I'm just--enchanted by the concept. Yes, I am a romantic, and also, I find it funny as hell. Along with poor, poor AUTorchwood who are suddenly the recipients of the Doctor's complete and unwavering attention. They'll never know what hit them.
*sad* I want fic. Like, the first week. When the Ten Mark II discovers a.) hormones b.) chocolate c.) soap operas and d.) bathrooms, in that order. Cliches are cliches because they are funny.
Hmm. I feel better.