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Tenth Doctor
Challenging Tony by LN29 [Reviews - 9] Printer
Author's Notes:
I love how little kids talk, hence this tiny fic came into existence. Sorry that there isn't much substance to this one, but it entertained me.

(I also discovered something. There are very few Doctor Who monsters with distinctive sounds or catchphrases that I know of. I didn't want ot do the Cybermen, it seemed a bit insensitive considering what happened to Pete's first Jackie. But other than the Daleks, Sontarans, and the Judoon, I couldn't really think of any. Any ideas, people?)

“All right, Tony, let’s see how much you remember.”

Rose stopped as she heard John’s voice coming from the other room. Whenever he and her brother were alone together, one of two things would happen. Either they’d both wind up having the time of their lives, or they’d end up destroying something. Sometimes they’d do both.

Softly, Rose crept up to the doorway, and peered inside. John was seated cross-legged on the floor, with Tony in front of him. Toys were scattered all around the room, but at the moment, Tony’s gaze was fixed intently on John.

“Ready?” Tony nodded seriously. “All right. What’s this?” He held up a piece of paper with a drawing on it. Rose instantly recognized the drawing, and Tony seemed to as well.


“That’s right,” John said with a grin, his affection for Tony clear in his voice and mannerism. “And what do Daleks say?”

“Term-nate!” Tony crowed, clapping his hands.

“Right you are, Tony Tyler.”

Rose shook her head. Typical little children learned about animals, and what sounds they made. But typical little children didn’t grow up in the same house as John.

Now she knew why Tony had been walking around the house making TARDIS noises.

“How about this?”


John laughed.

"Yes, it looks like a rhino. But the rhino is wearing a space-suit."


"There you go! What do they say?"


"And how about this one?"


"And they say...?"


"Good job, Tony!" John exclaimed. "Here's the next one..."

“Ood!” Tony replied.

John suddenly looked up and spotted Rose.

“Rose!” he called out, giving her a wave. “Come see what Tony can do.”

“I saw,” Rose replied, walking fully into the room. “Daleks say exterminate. Very clever. He’s going to be so confused once he starts school.”

“He’ll be well educated.”

“Oh, yeah, because that’s what they teach them in nursery school. About Daleks and Ood and so forth.”

“Ood!” Tony chirped, pointing at the drawing John still held.

“But he already knows all the normal ones,” John protested. “Watch. Tony, what does a cow say?”


“A dog?”


“How about a monkey?”

“Ooh ooh ooh!”

“See?” John said, looking back at Rose. “It’s easy for him. No challenge at all.”

“So you have to challenge him?”

“I think of it as my duty ,” John said with a grin.

Rose heaved a sigh and sat down next to him.

“All right,” she said. “But you’re explaining it to Mum if he causes problems in school.”

“Oh, I think it’s a given that he’ll keep things interesting, no matter what I teach him. He is a Tyler, after all.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Rose demanded, nudging his shoulder. John looked at her, the picture of wide-eyed innocence.

“Oh, nothing. Just an observation.”

“Do elaborate.”

Instead, John turned to Tony.

“Tony, what do Tylers attract?”

“Twouble!” Tony said with a grin. Rose shot a look at John.

“I cannot believe that you taught him that.”

“Who says I taught him that? Maybe he just instinctively knows it.”

“Let’s put that to the test, shall we?” Rose countered. “Tony,” she said, and her brother turned his adoring gaze to her. “What does John attract?”

Tony only hesitated a moment.

Big twouble!”

Rose burst out laughing, and John grinned.

“You have a smart brother.”

“Yes, I do,” Rose agreed, giving Tony a hug.

“OH!” John said suddenly, as Tony wriggled free from her arms. “You haven’t even heard the best part!”

“What’s the best part?” Rose asked resignedly.

“Tony,” John said.


“Where do the Slitheen come from?”

“You didn’t…”

“Rah-cori-fal-torus!” Tony rattled off, looking immensely pleased with himself.

“Perfect!” John congratulated him, beaming at her brother.

“You did not teach my brother to say Raxacoricofallapatorius!”

John gave her an impish smile.

“Jealous, Rose Tyler?”

“Of what?”

“He caught on faster than you did!”
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