Hi! I know, I shouldn't be starting a new story until I've finished at least one of my other stories. But I can't get this out of my head. It started out as something on tumblr, but then it sort of...progressed. So here it is, my new story. Enjoy!
Rose Tyler gripped the sidebar of the hospital bed with one hand, and held the Doctor (or John Smith, at times like these)- her Doctor's hand in a death grip with her other. "We can't raise them with us." She gasped, screaming out in pain as another contraction came and went. The Doctor, posing as John Smith, nodded sadly. "You would have been a wonderful mother, Rose." He told her quietly. Rose nodded and looked to the doctor, grimacing in pain. "Now!" she cried. "They're coming, they're coming now!"
"Shh," the John whispered, stroking her forehead with a cold washcloth. "Be stong, Rose. You can do this."
"If I die-" Rose began to say. John kissed her knuckles, on the verge of tears himself. "You won't die." He said firmly. "You won't, Rose. You can't. I won't let you." Rose gave out a short, hysterical laugh. "Won't let me? Oh that's brill." Rose screamed again. "It's time." Her doctor said, nodding to Rose, who nodded back. "If you have to leave, leave. But try to stay with me. Please." John nodded silently, staring at Rose. "Always," he said quietly. Rose screamed again, and the sound of a child's wailing joined in.
"That's the first one, Miss Tyler. The boy."
Rose leaned back, breathing heavily. "He alright?" She winced in pain. "His sister's almost ready." Rose muttered. "She should be out soon."
"Speaking of which, as long as she's still in there, why don't we talk about their future."
Rose's eyebrows scrunched together. "Excuse me?"
"Will they have a good home? A nice future?" The doctor kept standing. Rose and John glanced at each other. "We were actually thinking about putting them up for adoption." Rose admitted. "John and I...we travel around a lot- we don't have a permanent home. We don't want to raise our kids like that." The doctor nodded. "I understand. And you can change your mind up until you sign the papers."
Rose gritted her teeth. "She's coming," Rose cried. "Come on, girl." She growled. "Out you get!" She tightened her grip on the bar and John's hand, closing her eyes. With another scream and a collective sigh, the baby girl was wrapped in a blanket and handed off to a nurse to be measured.
"Miss Tyler, are you sure you want to let them up for adoption?" The doctor was ready to take the twins away from the young couple. "You can change your mind."
John stared at the little girl- HIS little girl- and met Rose's steady gaze. "Just a few years." She begged. "Let's see what the universe throws at us. If it doesn't work out, we can let go. But please, D- John. A few years."
John kissed her forehead. "Three years." He agreed.
The doctor nodded. He hadn't overseen many births, let alone twins, but he was still amazed at the health and non-complicated births of the babies. "Wonderful." He said "What will you name them?" Rose's doctor asked.
"John," Rose said immediately, then blushed. "For the boy."
"Elizabeth, for the girl." The father said, staring at the baby in his arms.
"Middle names?"
"Mickey for the boy, and Jackie for the girl." John said. Rose smiled. "My mum and my best mate." Rose leaned her head against John's shoulder. "Thank you." She whispered.
"John Mickey Tyler born August twenty-sixth, two thousand thirteen, at eight ten in the morning. Elizabeth Jackie Tyler, born August twenty-sixth, two thousand thirteen, at eight fifteen in the morning." The doctor smiled at the little family. "Congratulations," he said, smiling. Rose grinned. "Thank you."
"You're welcome. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to print out the birth certificates. And Mr. Smith, if you're not fond of hospital cafeteria food, there's a diner down the street. There's also a little hotel you can stay at."
John nodded. "Thank you. And...I didn't catch your name." The blonde doctor stopped at the door and smiled. "Victor. Victor Whale. Welcome to Storybrooke."
Oohh...two fandoms already! The first one is obvious (Doctor Who). But can you tell me the third? I love reviews!
Elizabeth: Like you love Killian?
Me: He's brother. I don't love him romantically.
Nicole: Well, who else do you love?
Katie: Liz, I thought Chiron took away your laptop.
Me: Which Liz?
Katie: What? Oh gods...Let's go by nicknames, okay? I think that will make it easier for all of us.
Elizabeth: I am now...Tulip!
Nicole: Umm...Camelot.
Me: I guess...uh...Evil Panda. Oncers get it ;)
Katie: I don't need one, since I'm not going to be on here very often. Mostly to get...Ugh, I still can't remember if it's "Evil Panda" or "Tulip"!