Chapter 1.

'Just answer the QUESTION!'

'Why does it MATTER?!'

'Why? WHY? Why wouldn't it fucking matter if –'

'Why does it matter to YOU?'

'Oh, I'm sorry have you missed the last 5 months? Seriously? Was it really that bad? Or did your domestic spell on the slow path leave you utterly time confused?

'You have got to be joking! Is this what it is all about? You're jealous?!'

'So what if I am? But no actually Mr Vain, there are other things that matter here.'

'Like WHAT? Your damn humanity that a gives you the right to think that you are so damn special? You think you are the only one who has been shown the universe and the only one who SHOULD be shown it! Well I can tell you something about you damn humans. You. Are. Not. Special.'

Jack stood in her bedroom and could only stand and watch as the pair before him screamed at and over each other, words delivering killing blows that only made them stronger. Jack knew before the drunk before him had even finished speaking that he would regret it, and the frozen look of fear on his face confirmed Jack's thought but the drunken stubbornness and courage that also filled the Doctor kept him standing up straight to look the pale woman in the face.

Neither man could remember what had started the argument, or quite how they had both ended up in her bathroom watching her throw up what should have been the lunch she hadn't eaten. Instead Jack could only remember seeing his Rosie collapsing as she ran to her room, which had then caused him to find the Doctor Immediatly, running through the TARDIS corridors one after the other; the usual gentle and soothing hum was now filled with her own anxiety and worry for all those inside.

Jack had found the Doctor in a half drunken state, a bottle filled with a reddish liquid that almost shimmered with gold and time, lay in his hand had the usually upright man slouched with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his suit jacket crumbled at his shoeless feet. The pair had stormed and staggered in the Doctors case, back through the halls, to find a half collapsed Rose, whose health appeared to quickly return; as the concern from the Doctor did not have the good effect it was meant to. Instead of comforting his human companion it had only caused to throw her into a frenzied anger, her pale face and shivering body contrasting with the spitting words and eyes glowing gold all aimed at him. His own pain shifted through drink and despair and latched onto his own dark side before he could think and with it The Oncoming Storm met his match.



'Just. Answer. The. Question.'

The four simple words were spoken with such a simple bittersweet calm that had even the TARDIS shrinking within herself. The Doctor just threw his arms and alcohol in the air and groaned loudly; covering his face with his free hand he sighed.

'Rose for Rassillion –'

'Did – '

'ALRIGHT! Yes I fucking slept with her! Yes it was great! Yes I enjoyed it! No I don't regret it! Does that answer your bloody question?'

The temperature dropped to below freezing instantly as her already ashen face paled to a ghostly palour; her normal brown eyes turned gold as a storm broke lose around her pupils, storm clouds filled them; wind lashed through them while fire and chaos raged across them. Then without warning she grabbed her stomach and heaved, yet when she turned shakily around again all was normal except for the pain evident in her very posture.

'Yes.'

The Doctor had moved towards her as she threw up, concern etched on his face as the effect of the drink began to evaporate, but as she turned round and visibly shrank from him in obvious disgust, the swagger and arrogance came back in full force.

'Why was it so important to you in the first place?'

Bad Wolf stood to her full height, pulling herself that little bit straighter her head held eye forever holding the gaze of The Oncoming Storm. Both eyed the other trying to stare them down, one oh so very composed and so very much in control while the other limped along behind not noticing the plainly obvious as the daze that filled his vision impaired his very essence. He could not notice how the wolf protected themselves from the blow as the storm bellowed around them, or as a soft golden light swirled around her wrapping itself inside and around her abdomen, the glow once again controlling her eyes as they burned to the eye of the storm stopping it in its tracks.

'Because I'm pregnant.'