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Want to join the fam?; 13th Doctor x child reader

"Wait did she just—" Yaz started off.

"Fam. I'd like to introduce you all to a Timelord child." The Doctor said in a stoic manner.

"Wait but—I thought you and the Master were the last of your people?" Ryan said.

"So did I. But that there was a regeneration. Known only to the Timelords themselves. No other creature or species in the Universe can do a transformation like that."

"And it seems that freak's using her as a main attraction for his Collection around the world." Graham hissed angrily.

"Well what do we do? I mean we can't just leave her here. Maybe this is what the TARDIS wants us to do." Yaz said.

"But how can we rescue her? I mean we don't even know the layout of this place." Ryan said.

"Leave that to me. For now I want you guys to play out the roles of interested travelers. If any security goes snooping around, just play them off in any way you can. Trust me gang, right now that little girl down there could use someone whose been through this. And believe me I've been through it many, many, many times."

"Alright Doc. But just know should you need us, we're just a shout away." Graham said. She nodded to them and as the crowd began to leave the stadium, Ryan, Yaz and Graham joined the crowd while the Doctor stayed behind in the shadows and watched as some of the Collector's helpers moved the child out of her display case and moved her back down to her proper cell.

*My POV*

After being put back in my cell I finally got the chance to look at my new form. My once white skin was now brown and my hands were smaller. I must've de-aged again. I felt around my face and it was now more rounder than it was previously. My hair was also shorter, way shorter actually. So short that I couldn't even see what color it was. But I had fingers, lots of fingers, 2 legs, two feet, eyes, nose, mouth, ears. New body, new rules.

"Magnificent. This is almost like your 4th form but—lighter skin. And your hair, don't really like it that short but it is what it is." The Collector said as he pressed his hands up against my glass cage. "After I count the profits for today, we'll proceed with the Timelord aura drain." With a flick of his animal skin cape, he turned and left the room.

I lowered my head exhaustedly and let out a deep breath and soon saw the familiar glowing fog coming out of my mouth. Then out of nowhere, my cage began to unlock itself but the Collector was nowhere in sight. As the glass walls lowered back down, I sat up in shock and looked around fearfully only to see a woman with short blonde hair wearing a greyish-blue trench coat.

She also wore a dark blue shirt with multiple colored stripes around the front, the color yellow was the main color that really struck out cause it was just piled up on both top and bottom of the other colors. She also wore what looked like suspenders and brown boots.

But what really caught my attention were her eyes. Her deep brown eyes. Unlike the Collector whose eyes were always filled with crazed obsession, this woman's eyes were filled with kindness, curiosity, and—astonishment.

"It's alright. I'm not here to hurt you."

"How can I—trust you?" wow new voice. It was lighter—almost like the sound of a bell.

"I know this must seem strange to you. Having a stranger open up your prison but tell me this. If I wanted to hurt you, don't you think I would've done it by now?" she asked me. I pondered the thought and realized she was right.

The Collector's workers who would transfer me from my cell to my display case, they always took a shot using their electro-whips on me just for the sport of it.