Writers: Mork, Calla

Disclaimer: Nowt so far belongs to us

Rating: T for you know what being hinted at

The Creation

The Fourth Doctor was poking about inside K9, trying to fix the exceptionally annoying problem where he kept shooting people's feet. It was very frustrating, as he could not find his sonic screwdriver. Romana had gone off to look for it. 'That was very unlike Romana' the Fourth thought to himself as he shuffled the wires about, poking here and there with an ordinary screwdriver. But there again, she had changed in her regeneration. She was much more agreeable now, and a lot more attractive too! He was picturing some rather indecent thoughts when he heard Romana calling him from somewhere.

"Doctor! Doctor, I've found it!"

"Aha!" The Doctor dashed out of the console room, his long scarf flapping around him. "Where are you?"

"I'm in my bedroom!"

"What on Gallifrey was it in there for?" the Doctor asked himself as he began to walk towards her room, humming to himself, while rooting around one pocket, trying to find a packet of Jelly Babies. Romana's door was half open, so he pushed it fully open, and looked around for Romana, but more importantly his Sonic Screwdriver. He came inside and looked about but she was nowhere to be seen.

He was beginning to get a bit worried, and then suddenly the door swung shut. The Doctor stated and swung round. He gave a kind of strangled yelp. Romana was standing in the front of the now closed door, wearing nothing but her hat and knickers.

"I found your sonic screwdriver. It's in here," she smilied invitingly and showed him where she had tucked it away. "Why don't you come and get it?"

The Doctor came.

The Doctor woke up in pitch blackness. He lay on his back and stared at the ceiling for a while, trying to recall the events of the previous night. What had he been doing? Ah yes, fixing K9. But there was something missing. But what? Oh of course, the sonic screwdriver. He had needed that quite desperately. But what for? Hmm, K9 probably. So where was it? Romana went to look for it but...

Reality struck the Doctor like the thunderbolt. In fact it was just K9 shooting at his foot, but it was enough to make him come to his senses. He sat bolt upright. He began to feel slightly sick. He looked round to his side. Romana was there, lying on her front, still totally asleep. As silently as he could he stole out of the room, taking K9 with him. He dashed into his own room, put K9 down, and promptly fainted.

Romana was also beginning to stir. She rolled over and yawned. She felt cold, and looked down. Why was she naked? Most unlike her. She must have forgotten to put her nightgown on. But why would that have happened? She tried to recall. K9 had needed repairing, but the Doctor had lost the sonic screwdriver. She remembered she had left it her room having repaired her watch, and returned to get it. She remembered picking up the Sonic Screwdriver, and walking towards the door. But then what? Oh yes, she had stuck it down her underwear. WHAT?

Reality flooded back to her. In fact it was just a leaking pipe, but it was enough to make her come to her senses.

"Oh no," she groaned, turned over, and buried her face in her pillow, waiting for a suitable time to wake.

In the TARDIS kitchen the Doctor was making a huge cup of tea to calm his nerves, but more importantly to drink, when Romana wandered in, looking dazed and confused. She ambled over and stood behind the Doctor so as not to have to look at him.

"Why did we do that yesterday, Doctor?" she enquired, looking slightly unsure of herself.

"Because you wanted it, I suppose," the Doctor mumbled into his tea.

"It was me? But why? I'm not usually like that!"

"You called me in to say you had found my screwdriver, and then when i turned you were naked!"

"I don't remember much, and I have a frightful headache," she complained. She rooted around for some medicine, before sitting at the table opposite the allready scarf wearing and hatted Doctor.

"What will we do if I'm, you know..."

"Pregnant?"

"Yes," she said, looking slightly ashamed of herself. There was a long pause, while the Doctor stared into his empty tea cup. Finally he spoke.

"I don't know Romana, but the final decision will of course be up to you. If you chose to have a baby and leave the TARDIS and go back to Gallifrey, then so be it. It may be difficult for me to accept, but it would be what you want."

"No Doctor! I would never leave the TARDIS! But surely we should check before we talk like this."

"Yes, I agree. Hmm, might be interesting having a tiny time lord tottering thither and there."

"It would mean no more dangerous adventures though! How could you live with that?"

"Oh dear, I hadn't thought of that. Perhaps we could...? No, not that. Or maybe...? Nor that. Ah well, this time I have to admit defeat."

"Lets hope I'm not, errm, well, so that we can continue like we always did." They finished the walk to the medical facilities to find a pregnancy test fit for a time lady.

As Romana disappeared briefly to do the test, the Doctor sat on a chair and twiddled his thumbs. Romana emerged, carrying the test with her.

"Romana, this may be a bit hard for me to say, but the only reason I allowed this to happen was... I knew you weren't quite right. but I still took advantage of you. You see, what I'm trying to say is that Romana..."

"Spit it out Doctor!"

"I love you Romana!" Romana just gaped, and was in danger of dropping the delicate test, so the Doctor quickly removed it from her hand. The Doctor looked down. He stared at Romana in either horror, shock, or both. Or perhaps he wanted a repeat of yesterday's performance.

"It's positive!"