Rose was not okay. It had been two weeks since she had become trapped in the new universe. All of her wanted the Doctor to come and save her, part of her knew he never would. Part of her wondered if she wasn't just heartbroken, as if he had left her with something.
It was early on a Saturday when something happened. She rolled out of bed to find her stomach churning. She ran to the bathroom, dropped her head into the toilet, and emptied her stomach of its contents. When she finished she sat on the floor cursing the sickness, she'd always hated sickness.
"Rose," she heard her mom come in, "Rose, are you okay darling?"
She flushed the toilet and pushed herself off the floor. "Yah mum," she called back, "I'm fine."
"Are you sure?" Jackie Tyler asked.
"Yah," Rose answered, picking up her toothbrush, "I'm sure."
Of course, she wasn't really sure. She just didn't want her mum pestering her. Though the vomiting had stopped, her stomach rolled painfully. She brushed her teeth quickly, got dressed, and went downstairs to where her dad, Pete Tyler, was making bacon and eggs. The smell of the bacon was almost enough to send her running back to the bathroom, but she resisted.
"Bacon?" Her dad offered.
"No thank you," Rose said, trying not to breath through her nose.
"What?" Her dad asked, "But you love bacon."
"Just not feeling well," Rose said. She couldn't take it. She bolted for the bathroom to re-empty her already empty belly.
She barely noticed when her mum pulled her hair back murmuring, "I thought you said you were fine."
She finished and let her mum take her back upstairs. "You are not going anywhere today," her mum scolded, "Not when your that sick."
"It's probably just a one day flu," Rose protested, "I'm really fine."
But Jackie wouldn't listen. She made sure Rose was in bed before saying, "Anything you want?"
"Strawberries," Rose muttered as she drifted back to sleep, "Can I please have some strawberries?"
Rose reawakened several hours later to find a bowl of strawberries on her bedside table. She smiled and plucked the fattest one off the top. It was the best thing she had ever tasted. She sat up to find next to the bowl, a pregnancy test with a note saying: I craved strawberries when I was pregnant with you. Rose laughed out loud at this.
She took another bite of her strawberry. It was impossible, she couldn't be pregnant. She hadn't had sex since the Doctor and her had... Her thoughts trailed off. That had been almost three weeks ago. It was impossible. She had her period just last week. She was in the bathroom instantly ripping open the package. The next five minutes were the longest in her life. She stared at the test, not knowing what she wanted. Finally, a little pink plus.
She didn't know whether to be relieved or angry. She didn't want a baby, but it was his baby. She set her hand on her belly. There was a little Timelord growing in there. Shit. There. Was. A. Little. Timelord. And it was in her belly.
Rose took a deep breath. Shit. She shut her eyes and ran her fingers over her stomach several times. It grumbled in response. Remembering how hungry she was, she went back to her strawberries.
She wandered into the kitchen and around the house. How would her mom react? How would Mickey react? How would any doctor react to a baby with two hearts? Her Doctor would be happy, he would smile and congratulate her and himself. The TARDIS would celebrate with them, believing itself to be a parent. She found herself back in her room, crying as if she had lost him all over again.
At half past three her mum came home.
"Rose?" She called.
Rose stumbled out of her room, probably looking like hell. "Hey mum," she said halfheartedly.
"Did I wake you?" Her mum asked worriedly.
"No," Rose admitted, "Just wallowing in my self pity."
"Don't do that," her mum told her, "It's not good for you." Lowering her voice she added, "Did you take the test?"
Rose nodded.
"And?" Her mum pressed.
Rose nodded again. "It's his you know," she said, "the Doctors." It was the first time she'd said it out loud.
Her mum smiled. "I'm just happy that your not seriously ill," she said, "And I'm getting a grandchild."
"I don't want to tell anybody just yet," Rose said, "Not until I come to terms with it myself."
"Alright darling," her mum tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, "I'll help you keep your little secret."
"It won't be little for very long," Rose pointed out.
"We'll just keep it quiet until then," her mum said.
Rose smiled and hugged her mum. She wasn't ready for this, not just yet. She knew she would have to tell everyone eventually, but it could wait. Just a little while longer.
This will be my first multi-chapter fic! So I'll let everyone vote on the babies gender and names, and all that jazzy shtuff.
-Criminal