This wasn't what was supposed to happen. In hindsight neither were the events that led to this. It was meant to be a temporary fix to mask the bigger problem the Doctor now faced. Like a bandage, just covering the wound but not getting rid of the pain. Unfortunately he had just created a bigger problem for himself.

Eleven bit down on his lip staring across the control room at his newest companion. As far as women went she wasn't terrible looking any means. Her black hair hung to her shoulders, her skin was a nice mocha color from her Irish-African descent, two brown eyes sparkled and her my mouth was drawn into a small smile as she looked down. Timelord or not he was still somewhat of a man, and couldn't deny that she was attractive. However what she smiled at caused the Doctor's smirk to falter.

"You okay?"

He cleared his throat and his eyes flickered down to the control panel. "I'm Fine."

His voice sounded a little too harsh and distant for his own liking. He felt something tug at both of his hearts as he watched her smile fade at his tone. He stared at her and how her hand protectivley rubbed her protruding belly. After all this wasn't her fault, she had just been caught up in his own selfish desires.

After dropping River off somewhere warm to get her mind off the death of her parents, the Doctor had popped back to modern day London and into a pub. He had never been one for alcohol , seeing as how it made things a little more unbalanced then he liked. But after tossing back a few pints he began to see why humans liked it so much. The warm feeling in stomach, the way it made everything a little easier to bare, but mostly how it blocked the bad things out, and how for a few brilliant hours the thoughts of Amy and Rory vanished.

"C-Can I get another?" He had slurred hopelessly as he waved his empty bottle around and laid down the money for his bill, the Earth money Amy had insisted he carried.

The bartender cracked the lid off and handed it over and the Timelord greedily swallowed feeling the warmth work its way into his veins. He looked around the small pub blearily and saw her sitting down the bar nursing her own drink. Suddenly aware of his loneliness he slid down the bar and sat next to her.

"Hello." He said slowly as he grinned drunkenly.

She had smiled back at him. "H-hi."

A surge of confidence surged through him as he reached out and touched her hair. "I'm the D-Doctor."

She burst into a fit of intoxicated giggles. "That's a strange name."

The Doctor yearned for the human interaction that Ponds had given him. He placed his lips to the girl's neck and left a trail of kisses. "What's your name?"

"M-Miranda."

Drunk or not the Doctor considered himself a gentleman, but he still had urges. He pulled back and whispered breathily into her ear. "Can I-I take you somewhere?"

His voice was so breathy and whiny that it took him by surprise. Nevertheless she nodded and followed him out into the rainy London night, not even paying the Tardis any attention.

The Doctor picked her up sitting her against the console hungrily kissing her and sliding his hands up her thighs and under her dress which did nothing tease him. Miranda fumbled with his bowtie before undoing the buttons of his shirt and trailed her fingers up and down.

"Keep going." He urged, guiding her hands to the already strained material of his pants. "Please."

Miranda obliged, clumsily undoing his pants and sliding both them and his boxers down his hips while he bunched her dress up well past her hips and took off her underwear.

"D-Doctor." She groaned as he sucked her neck. "Please."

The Doctor pushed any grief out his mind as he positioned himself between her.

"Doctor? Doctor are you alright?"

Eleven tore himself from the memory of the night his problem truly began and stared at Miranda who rubbed his arm in concern.

"Y-Yeah." He cleared his throat. "Yes I'm fine."

The edge that had been in his voice earlier had disappeared as he watched her smile at him. "Just checking you looked- upset."

He shook his head. "And how are, uh you two?" He asked pointing at her belly.

"We're okay, I'm just excited for him to get here." She tried to hide a smile.

The question had been more out of politeness then genuine curiosity. The news of her pregnancy had been less then unwelcome, after taking her in as companion for several weeks he found her in her room clutching the small white stick. He wasn't even sure if it was possible, a half Timelord child let alone if he had the capability to be a father. His previous selves may have been but he hadn't.

"Good that's good. Does it uh move or anything?" He asked unsure about the curiosity that consumed him. "You know like inside."

Miranda shook her head. "Not that I can feel."

The Doctor put his hands on either side of her belly and instantly felt his eyes grow wide at the connection he had. He could feel the regeneration energy under his hands and felt two faint hearts beating in time with his.

"What's wrong?"

He quickly shook his head not wanting to scare her. "Nothing this, this is, this is brilliant." He reached out to grab her face to kiss her forehead yet she flinched away.

He sighed, he had done some terrible things over the past couple hundreds of years. But this version of himself hadn't done anything as terrible as he had done when he first found out. He had tired to explain to her why terminating the pregnancy was the only option but it had turned to a screaming match ending with his hand flying across her face leaving a small bruise. He had quickly apologized and dropped her off back in London for a few days that had accidentally ended up being a few weeks.

He cringed watching her flinch away but leaned in and kissed her cheek. "I can feel its heartbeats."

"So the baby, it's like you?"

"Well partially like me."

She smiled at this and looked down at her stomach. "Did you hear that, you're going to be so so special just like he is."

Eleven smiled a little as he saw how tender she was with her unborn child. He leaned against the railing and ran his hand through his floppy brown hair. "It's getting late, you should try to rest."

She yawned, becoming aware of her tiredness. She walked up to him and kissed his cheek. She placed one of her hands on his arm.

"Goodnight."

He waved to her with a small smile. "Night Davies."

She rolled her eyes at the use of her last name, but there was a smile behind her words. "You know I hate that."

He looked amused. "It's why I do it of course."

Miranda kissed his cheek once more and walked up the stairs towards her room. The Doctor watched after her until she disappeared down a corridor. He pulled up her room on the screen and watched as she sat on her bed gently rubbing her stomach.

"Daddy loves you so so much, I promise he's just scared. He's not going to leave us for that long ever again, he's going to show you all these wonderful places you'll see."

He flicked off the screen and ran his hands down his face. Something had struck a nerve, even after he has been nothing but rude, hurt her and left her she still completely trusted him.

"Yes, I have to be there I can't just leave." He muttered to himself as he thought of the child that would be here. "Part Doctor, part me."

His first instinct had been to run, run far away from Miranda and the thing she was carrying. He had screamed, he had cried this could not happen. He had run, for a few months, recklessly putting himself in danger just for reason not to come back.

When he had came back to London he found her, working in that same pub.

"So you're back again?" She asked crossly. "Bad timing, the bruising finally went away."

"Miranda I am so so sorry. It's just- half Timelord human children n-never happen. It's dangerous for both of us, the energy it has could rip you to shreds." He stressed as they walked into the Tardis. "Even if the baby were to make it without burning up your life force I have enemies and you, the both of you would be targets."

"I don't care." She said boldly, reminding him of Amy. "I told you I'm doing this with or without your help. It's my child, so you can either help or piss off and quit popping in out."

He cupped her face. "Miranda please just-"

"Don't touch me!" She spat. "You tell me right now if you're going to help or get back into your box and run away."

He whimpered exasperatedly. "It would be safer if you just terminated right now I'm not trying to be the bad guy it's the truth."

"This, this was pointless you came back to get my hopes up." She started for the door. "Goodbye Doctor, next time don't even bother coming to find me."

This was bad, he didn't do goodbyes not since Amy and Rory. "S-Stay here in the Tardis, with me. If this does work it would be safer to deliver here and I could keep you safe."

She looked at him warily, "I don't know."

He grabbed her hands. "Just don't go."

She shut the door behind her. "You won't be a gloomy jerk about this anymore?"

"Cross my hearts."

The Doctor walked into her room and sat on the edge of her bed. He smiled as she slept with her hair fanned out around her. His large hands found their way onto her stomach he could feel the connection once more.

"Hey there." He said softly. "You are brilliant, part Timelord part human. The universe has never seen anything like you. I'm going to teach you how to fly the Tardis and fight off the Daleks. Two Doctors fighting them off could you imagine?" He chuckled to himself. "I don't know what's going to happen to you or mummy but I'm going to protect you, the both of you until my hearts stop beating. Mummy can't wait for you to get here and neither can I, I erm love you and can't wait to see you. I'm going to try to be the best dad I can so just get here soon."

He held his head in his hands and exhaled. Amy had told him not to travel alone, maybe Miranda and this child had been a fixed point in time he never saw coming. When he had first found her holding that stick he had hoped it had been a joke but the tears on her face had said otherwise. He was livid, he screamed, he sulked. Hell, he even briefly entertained the idea of crossing his own timeline just to prevent it from happening. It wasn't the idea of being a father that scared him, it was the idea of loosing two more people he was close to. Loosing two close friends tore him up enough, but the idea of loosing a part of him was to hard to think about.

But now as he sat there staring at her, he didn't feel as bitter. He was excited even. He jumped when he felt a hand grab his. He smiled slightly and interlocked his fingers with hers.

"Did you here that?"

She nodded tiredly. "Yeah."

He kissed the top of her head. "Good."

The Doctor laid down next to her and sighed. This would be an interesting adventure he had never experienced. The child of a Timelord and a human had never been seen before, he didn't know what would happen but all he could do was try to make it work for both of their sakes.

"Are you scared?"

He should've been honest but his mouth betrayed his brain. "Of course not, it's just a new adventure you just have to jump in."

Soon their conversation fell silent as she fell asleep, while the Doctor laid there with his mind racing. This child was a new adventure, he just had to take his own advice and dive straight in.

Geronimo

AN: Well I feel like this was complete out of character rubbish especially the ending what was that mess?I mean granted I did write at 2 am in a car. I guess I was just pondering how the Doctor might deal with his grief and I know how Amy and Rory gave him friendship but what of that wasn't enough anymore? What if he physically wanted to connect with someone? Drunken one night stands offer the connection without the risk of getting hurt. I know the Doctor is with River but I've never seen the marriage as concrete and I also feel like the Doctor is human enough to want to have sex. And i know she technically is a child of the Tardis but the 11th Doctor himself has no children and I know the whole human Timelord hybrid wouldn't work but there are a myriad of Amy/11 fics where is does. As for Miranda I think her boldness is enough like Amy to keep him interested and is why he chose her. Should I expand on this? Please just no outwardly cruel flames, this is my first DW fic after admiring the show for the last 5 years. Constructive reviews are appreciated should I expand on this? Maybe a two shot or short story?

Thank you