Author's Notes: I do not own the Doctor, Donna, Amy or Rory or Doctor Who or Winnie the Pooh or Tigger. Copy that? DO NOT OWN ANYTHING OWNED BY DISNEY. Whew, anyway, this is the sequel to An Uninvited Ginger, I don't suppose you need to read that unless you want to know why Amy and Rory are on the TARDIS with 10 and Donna. Enjoy and please let me know what you think!


Donna followed a very prescribed morning routine which she thought was an accomplishment for a time traveler. First, get up. Second, wake Zara if she hadn't already done so. Then Zara demanded her morning feeding before she moved from the nursery. After that, they could finally move on to the kitchen where Donna got to eat the copious amounts of food required for carrying one Ginger Time Baby and nursing another while she got Zara to eat a bit of pureed banana and some oatmeal usually. This morning, though, there was a kink in her well executed routine.

"Doctor!," shouted Donna. "Doctor!"

There was no response and she groaned. Zara looked at her.

"Banana?"

"I know, sweetheart, I know." She picked Zara up out of the highchair and started down the hall. "Oi! Spaceman!"

She found the Doctor in the library, using her laptop.

"Alright, spaceman, we have a serious problem. Your ship's cold storage is seriously in need of mending."

"Well aware of that, Donna."

"Well, go fix it!" She looked over his shoulder. "Are you on eBay? Get out of there, spaceman, you have enough of a hoarding problem already."

The Doctor looked up at him offended. "I am not a hoarder!"

"You have every piece of clothing you've worn for nine hundred years, you're a hoarder."

"I've not got the TARDIS stacked up to the ceiling with old newspapers and empty tins, have I?"

"I don't know, there could be a room like that. When was the last time you threw something out?"

"I threw out the TARDIS manual."

Donna's jaw dropped, she readjusted Zara on her hip. "The TARDIS manual? You binned the TARDIS manual? The one thing you might actually need?"

"We had a disagreement," muttered the Doctor. "You may like to know that I am searching for a new internal cooling coil, it's a very hard part to find."

"Why don't we just buy a fridge and plug it in?"

"Donna! You can't insult the TARDIS like that!"

"Hmm, sorry, Zara, sorry Chloe, we have to starve to death because we can't insult the TARDIS."

The Doctor groaned. "Are you still calling her Chloe?"

"I'm getting used to it, a little ordinary, but it's not like she's going to get mixed up with all the other Time Ladies named Chloe, is she?"

The Doctor was silent.

"What's wrong with the name Chloe?"

"Nothing...we should just think of something else before you become more attached to it."

"Chloe," said Zara and the Doctor scowled.

"See? She likes it," said Donna. She sighed, "Come, Zara, let's go make some toast before that goes bad."

Amy and Rory arrived in the console room, ready for a day of adventure and instead got...

"Oh, we're going shopping," said the Doctor.

"Shopping?," asked Amy. "Shopping?"

"We need a new coil, some problems in the kitchen and we need to replace the food," said the Doctor. "Planet Red 7, has the part we need and should have a decent grocery store. Hang on."

They clung on to the railing and the TARDIS landed.

"Well, is it cold out?," asked Donna.

"How do I know?," asked the Doctor.

"I need to know if Zara needs a hat."

"She doesn't need a hat."

"And do you know that or are you just saying that?" Donna sighed and took a knit beret for Zara out of the nappy bag and put it on the baby's head, tucking in her ginger curls.

"So," said Amy, "alien grocery store? Do we need money or something?"

"I'll go with you, Amy," volunteered Rory.

"What? I go all by myself?," asked the Doctor.

"Won't they need help to carry?," asked Rory, trying to hint to the Doctor.

The Doctor shook his head. "Don't see why."

"Why don't you two take Zara?," suggested Donna. "Amy and I can manage just fine if we don't have to take the pram."

Rory wanted to throw up his arms and scream, but he resisted.


They stepped out of the TARDIS and found themselves in what looked like a town square. Everyone was wearing funny shaded goggles as they went about their business. Amy looked up and saw what looked like a poster of a ginger, with words she couldn't read.

"Doctor, what's that say?," she asked.

The Doctor looked up and squinted. "Don't know, TARDIS hasn't translated it yet, it's a little slow on writing sometimes."

"Too bad we don't have the manual to tell us how to speed that up," said Donna as she re-situated Zara's beret. "Now, don't touch it. It's a bit chilly here and be good for Daddy and Rory." She looked at the Doctor. "Two bottles and a packet of yogurt melts in the bag."

"Uh-huh..." said the Doctor, pondering the goggles.

"Rory?," said Donna.

"Two bottles and a packet of yogurt melts," answered Rory.

"See you boys later," said Amy.

"Right..." said Rory. "See you later! Have fun!"

Amy gave him a quizzical look and resumed following Donna down the walk. Rory took the pram to the Doctor.

"The lenses in the goggles are shaded," mused the Doctor. "Why are they shaded?"

"For the sun?," asked Rory.

"Sun's not that bright here," said the Doctor. "Doesn't make sense that everyone would have them. Nothing blowing that could get in the eye, but look even the babies have them. Doesn't make sense..."

"What does that mean?," asked Rory.

"No idea," said the Doctor. "Anyway, allons-y."

"Allons-y?," asked Rory.

"Yeah, it's French for 'Let's go.' What are they teaching you in Leadworth?"

"I took French with Amy," he said.

"Oh," the Doctor smiled. "It all makes sense now. I bet you didn't learn any French at all."

"I wanted to go with Amy, you know," said Rory, pushing the pram along.

"Really? Why didn't you say so?"

"I tried! How am I supposed to get brave if you won't let me get a word in?"

The Doctor shrugged. "It's never been a problem before. Anyway, new team: the Doctor, Zara and Just Rory!"

"Just Rory!," said Zara.

"It's Rory, not just Rory," he muttered as he followed the Doctor along.


Amy was still nervous around Donna. She knew she didn't have any reason to be, she didn't seem like an axe murderer, but she was testy and she seemed to be studying Amy every second as if she was looking for something. Then again, Amy reckoned she might be a bit testy if she were over seven months pregnant and travelling in a blue police box all across time and space.

"So," said Donna, "Rory, how long have you two known each other?"

"Oh, since I moved from Scotland. He's like a brother to me. First day in school I got the desk next to him."

"Together ever since?," asked Donna.

"Best mates," said Amy.

"That all?"

"Yeah, just mates. You didn't think, me and Rory? No, that's crazy."

Donna shook her head. "I don't know."

"Besides, I'm sort of seeing this guy, Jeff. We're not exclusive or anything, sort of on a break," Amy finished quickly. "Anyway, where's this shop?"

Donna checked her phone again, "Just up there."

Amy followed Donna into the shop, where Donna began chucking various things into a trolley. She paused at the produce department.

"It seems like a banana," mused Donna, "but it's orange. Ever heard of an orange banana? Think it tastes the same?"

"Not a clue," said Amy.

"Well," said Donna, putting several bunches in the trolley, "suppose we're going to find out. Now, tell me if you spot something that looks like a Jelly Baby..."

Amy looked around for the Jelly Babies of the future only to see that everyone was watching them and whispering to one another.

"Donna, do you normally get everyone looking at you when you go shopping in alien grocery stores?"

Donna looked up from a selection of blue potatoes. Damned if they weren't. That was just bloody brilliant.

"Sorry, is there a problem?," Donna asked loudly.

That just made them murmur more.

"What? Something to stare at here? Pregnant lady getting some groceries? Got a problem with that?"

A clerk shook her head. "You ought to be ashamed. Out in the open. The pair of you."

"What?," asked Amy.

"Not a couple," said Donna. It had been a while since she had to use that line...

"I don't care what you are," sneered the woman, "I'll have the law on you."

"The law? Go ahead and call the law."

And the next thing Amy knew they were being hauled off by this planet's version of the police, while Donna shouted at them.

"Oh! Who the hell do you think you are? Big, bad outer space coppers? See if I care! You have no idea who you're dealing with! I'm going to rip your eyeballs out and then I'll make you pay!"

They were tossed in the back of a police van and the doors slammed shut. Amy looked at Donna.

"Does this sort of thing happen often?," she asked.

"Oh, yeah, all the time," said Donna. She banged on the wall separating them from the driver. "Doesn't mean I like it, though!"


The Doctor had led Rory to some sort of tented alien electronics market, through the calling vendors to the one the Doctor was looking for, it seemed as if they had been there ages and Zara had already eaten the yogurt melts. Rory stood behind the pram and pushed it back and forth trying to entertain her while the Doctor examined whatever part he was looking at with a magnifying glass.

"She doesn't like that," said the Doctor.

"What?"

"The pushing the pram back and forth, she doesn't care for it, would rather you just push her somewhere or leave her alone." He looked at the vendor. "What's the origin on this? How many miles?"

"Just fifteen million."

The Doctor scoffed. "Have you got a warranty card on that?"

"Right here, sir," the vendor pulled it out.

The Doctor guffawed. "Oh! Expect me to believe that, do you? I know a psychic warranty card when I see it!"

"Psychic warranty card?," asked Rory.

"You calling me a liar?," asked the man.

"Are you calling me an idiot? Look, I'm willing to take it, I just want to know the real mileage! Come on!" He looked at Rory. "Zara's hat is making her hot. And it's itchy."

"How do you know that?"

"I just do, would you take it off her?" He turned back to the vendor. "Now, how many million? Or is it billion?"

The vendor just pointed at the pram. "What is that?"

The Doctor looked back as Rory held Zara's hat.

"What do you mean what's that? The pram? The hat? Pooh Bear? Never heard of Pooh Bear? Lives in the Hundred Acre Wood? Likes honey? Friends with Tigger?"

"Tigger!," shouted Zara.

"Oh, Zara, do I have to do it now?"

"Tigger!"

"Alright," the Doctor sighed and began to sing, much to Rory's bewilderment: " The wonderful thing about Tiggers, is Tiggers are wonderful things! Their tops are made out of rubber, their bottoms are made out of springs! They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun! But the most wonderful thing about Tiggers is I'm the only one!"

Zara clapped and giggled and the Doctor gave her a little bow. He turned back to the vendor. "Now, there, where were we?"

"The ginger!"

The Doctor looked back at Zara. "Zara? What about her?"

"There are laws, you know," said the vendor.

"Laws? What laws? There are laws about gingers?"

"You have to turn over all gingers to the law."

The Doctor snorted. "That's my daughter, over my dead body I'm turning her over."

"The law doesn't care," said the vendor. "Even children."

"Like I care," said the Doctor. "Look, do you want to sell me that heap of junk or not? I guarantee you'll not find another buyer for that part."

The vendor looked uncertain.

"What? Because I have a ginger baby?"

Rory looked around to see everyone was staring at the ginger baby in the pink pram.

"Fine," said the Doctor. "I didn't want that rubbish anyway. Rory, Zara, allons-y."

"Doctor, what about Amy and Donna?"

"Oh, blimey..." said the Doctor, looking around. He moved protectively in front of the pram.

Rory looked up to see the Doctor evaluating what appeared to be an angry mob of shoppers and vendors surrounding them.

"What do we do now?," asked Rory.

"Well..." the Doctor took out his sonic screwdriver and pointed it at the stall of computer hardware across the aisle. It sparked and started catching fire on the tent. The crowd screamed.

"Run!," the Doctor shouted.

They were able to disappear inside the panicking crowd back to the TARDIS. The Doctor rushed Rory inside and took out his mobile.

"Pick up, Donna," he muttered. "Pick up."

"What's happening?," asked Rory. "Are they not answering?"

"Not as such, no..." said the Doctor.

"Are they safe? Tell me they're safe!"

"Okay, they're safe."

Rory frowned. "You're just saying that, aren't you?"

The Doctor nodded. "Pretty much, yeah..."