So, after nearly four years of writing absolutely nothing, I thought it was about time I got round to doing something about it. In truth, I bought the Season 2 boxset from ASDA the other day rewatched the entire 14 episodes. So I guess I'm just unleashing some pent-up creativity. Hopefully it'll go okay. Many thanks go to d'Anima for beta-ing, is that even a word? Anyway, check out her profile, she's got some good stuff on there.
So, thanks for clicking, now be reading, and hopefully as it would make me veeery happy after such a long hiatus, be reviewing!
It took three weeks, fourteen tests, and two visits to the wrong sort of Doctor for Rose Tyler to believe that she was pregnant. And when she did, it came with the staggering realisation that she had no idea how. It certainly wasn't through some drunken one-night stand; as Mickey the angry idiot had suggested, nor through "one of those dodgy clinics that Vicky Robson from the shop" went to, as her mother had; which left Rose with the conclusion that it may or may have been entirely due to one 900-year old Time Lord, with whom she may or may not have spent a few lonely nights on board the TARDIS.
But there it was. Fourteen blue lines, two harassed Torchwood consultants and one frantic mother all pointing to the fact that there was a baby, albeit a slightly different one, embarking on its journey of existence.
And she cried, and smiled, and yelled at anyone and everyone about ice-cream. She read educational books with her mother, and bought clothes and toys and a pram with Mickey, and decorated a room of the mansion with planets and stars and butterflies with Pete; and prepared herself as any new mother should.
And when the baby was born it had a loving mother, and doting grandparents, and a flirtatious Captain and a pensive mechanic for companions.
And it wanted for nothing in life but the names of the stars and the embrace of its father.