A/N
Someone completely epic gave me the idea to continue on with Finding Hope. So here is the sort of sequel.

I say sort of, because of two main reasons. One, it might not be as good as FH, and in that case, I too, will not consider it to be a sequel. Sequels should be better. And two, I tried my very hardest to make Finding Hope at least somewhat canon. This will NOT be. At all. Whatsoever.

So, make of it what you will.

Enjoy!

Thanks to UnlimitedDreamerForGood for giving me this amazing idea! It was all thanks to you!
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It was the best feeling in the world, waking up next to Rose.

Weellll, not the BEST feeling, but very close.

Sleeping in general was also rather nice.

The Doctor was positive Rose would agree. Ever since Jimmy had been dealt with. Even now, several months later, the name filled him with anger.

Jimmy taken so much from Rose. Granted, the Doctor had fixed most of everything, but still. You were only a child once.

He kept thinking these depressing thoughts every morning. He had to find something to distract him. And with Rose still asleep, there was nothing distracting enough.

He settled for carefully grabbing Rose's hand. And maybe snuggling up against her. And then he forgot what he was thinking, because right when he'd gotten comfortable, Rose pulled away from him.

He sat up, disoriented. "Rose? What did I-"

She was running into the bathroom. And being violently sick.

Oh. He settled back down on the bed, running his hand through his hair. Oh no. It was probably an alien disease she'd contracted. He hoped it wasn't contagious, as he couldn't help her if he was sick, and the amount of kissing they'd done recently was a lot. And certainly not good if she was sick.

When she came out of the bathroom, he was at her side in a second. "Are you okay?"

She looked up at him. "I think so. I dunno what happened."

"Are you sure?" He pressed. "You don't feel feverish or cold?"

She smiled then. "It was probably just food poisoning. I'm really okay."

He still looked suspicious. "Whatever you say."

He'd have to get her scanned. If they caught the virus early, it'd be easier to kill.

She ate a big breakfast, so it seemed okay. He still had the TARDIS keep track of her, and there was nothing seemed to be wrong in the way of alien viruses.

They spent the day at a beach with blue sand and purple water. She looked amazing in the little pink bikini, so when she kissed him on the beach, he really couldn't be blamed for scooping her up and back on the TARDIS; back to his bed.

Afterwards, he held her close and told her exactly how much she meant to him. Just like every time.

They fell asleep like that, in each other's arms.

Thus, the Doctor was rudely awakened the next morning when Rose tore off to the bathroom yet again.

He sat up, worry once again worming it's way through his mind. When she emerged, holding a damp cloth to her face, he once again rushed over to her.

"I don't-"

She held a finger to his lips. "Don't get paranoid."

But even she was worried now. What was going on? There was a little fear in the back of her mind that reared its head up. What did morning sickness mean to lowly humans?

It could mean something terrifying. Something so beyond the realm of possibilities, that she'd never considered it.

She could be pregnant.