I'm not in the best of moods and I'm writing angst to make myself feel better. So MAJOR ANGST WARNING I still don't own Doctor who, much to my chagrin but I do like to torture the characters. Don't worry there is a resolution to come, in time.

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"And that is why I shouldn't have to go to your mother's for brunch every single Sunday." The Doctor finally finished with his fifteen minute rant and flopped down into an arm chair. Rose gritted her teeth and grabbed her hand bag; the car service would be here any moment. Frankly, she was tired of his rants about how he's over 900 years old and in all that time he hadn't really done families and shouldn't be expected at any of those types of domestic functions. Part of her had thought that he knew what he was getting into when they'd been left on that bloody beach.

She'd been wrong, about a lot of things apparently.

The intercom buzzer sounded, indicating that the driver was there. Grumbling the Doctor made no attempt to stand as Rose crossed the room. "Be right down," she replied into the speaker.

"Roooose," the Doctor whinged. "Do we really have to go?"

Closing her eyes to stave off the tears, she shook her head. Everything that she had been thinking about and feeling for the past few days came to a head. "No Doctor, you don't have to go. In fact, consider yourself uninvited, permanently." Turning she had her hand on the door and was ready to leave when he jumped out of the chair and turned her around.

His eyes fixed onto hers. "What's wrong?"

"Really?" she snorted. "You've spent the last eighteen months complaining about being asked to do anything with my family, or having to have a job, or legal documentation, or even having to take me to another one of those boring parties and when I tell you that I'm releasing you for all current and future obligations and you ask me what's wrong."

"Rose, I didn't really mean it," he backpedaled quickly.

Gently, she removed his hand from her arm. "No, I think that you did. All of it." She kept her voice as calm as she could. "It was front page news in the Mirror last week. You do remember the headline don't you?"

He averted his eyes, doing a passable impression of looking embarrassed. His gob had gotten away from him and for Rose it had been humiliating to come into work and have everyone know just what her so called boyfriend thought about the state of their relationship.

Mysterious Boyfriend of Tyler Heiresses Scoffs at the Idea of Marriage.

In the article it stated that during a recent interview about his newest invention, Dr. John Smith had opened up about his relationship with Rose. He'd said that while they were happy there definitely weren't wedding bells on the horizon and probably never would be because he didn't believe in domestic trappings.

"I didn't mean…" he protested but she cut him off.

"Just stop, Doctor. I'm sorry that I'm not enough for you." She fought back the tears determined not to cry while she said this. "I thought that you knew that this was all I could ever give you. Maybe you did and you just can't adapt to the changes. Can't teach an old dog new tricks, you know. And things are about to get a whole lot more domestic for me so for you it would probably be if you just go."

His eyes went wild and he grabbed her shoulders. "No! Go? You can't mean that. Not after everything that we've been through. And more domestic what do you mean?"

Rose clamped a hand over his mouth. "4788.698A in the Torchwood unidentified alien tech vault, there's a vortex manipulator. It's not the TARDIS but you'll have your freedom back. I won't have you feeling obligated to me and I won't have our child finding those interviews in ten years' time and blaming me for you being miserable." She moved her hand from his mouth. "The car's waiting. I need to go. Goodbye, Doctor."

Obviously, she'd stunned him with her words, so she took the opportunity to slip into the hallway. She had made it to the lift when he caught her up. "Rose, I don't understand. Our child?"

Taking in a deep breath, she squared her shoulders. "I'm pregnant and I'm keeping it. Found out last week, the day before the Mirror article. After that I didn't know how to tell you." The lift dinged behind her and she stepped inside.

"Baby?" A soft smile flitted across his face and he tried to follow her onto the lift. "Rose, that's…"

She blocked his path. "Please don't say that it's a good thing and that you promise to be here for me. Words hurt, Doctor and the can be very telling. I'll be fine, the baby and I will be fine. I have a family to lean on." Gently, she moved him so that the doors could close. "See ya."

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