Hi, guys! I've been toying with this idea for a bit, so I hope you all like it! Also, I am looking for a beta-reader for this story, so if you're interested, message me! Enjoy!

Also, a very special thanks to my Dad back at home, who came up with the title.

Rose paced her old room in the TARDIS, overcome with anxiety. How would she tell him? They both knew they couldn't have children, they had always known. And yet, here Rose was, walking back and forth in her room, with a positive pregnancy test in her hand.

"What am I gonna do?" She muttered to herself. As if on cue, the TARDIS sent a soothing hum towards her, relaxing her a bit, so she could figure everything out. Taking a deep breath, she slowly walked to the door. She would just have to tell him. That was all she could do, tell him and hope he took it well. Thinking positive thoughts, she slowly opened the door and stepped out.

"Ugh… I can't do this." Rose turned around and quickly walked back in. The TARDIS gave her a mental shove towards the door. "No, you're right. I faced the Dalek emperor, I can tell my own husband that I'm pregnant."

She smiled to herself. It was the first time she had actually said it out loud. Moving quickly while she was motivated, she made her way to the library, where she knew the Doctor would be having his nightly tea, while he read another Charles Dickens story. She stopped at the library doors when she realized that she was still holding the pregnancy test. Within seconds, a garbage chute was formed in the wall, and Rose tossed the test down. "Thank you," she whispered.

With a burst of confidence, she threw open the elaborately decorated doors and made her way to the Doctor's favorite reading spot. It was a little corner in the far end of the library, with two huge cushy chairs, and shelves holding his favorite authors: Charles Dickens, Agatha Christie, and the writers of other classics. He even had two large shelves dedicated to Dr. Seuss, and he would always brag about meeting him, and being the one to convince him to use that pen name.

She pushed her way through piles of books until she reached him. He was sitting cross legged, glasses perched on his nose, and his hair sticking every which way. She sat herself down in the chair across from him, and he lifted his head at the movement and smiled. His lovely wife.

"Hello, love," he murmured softly.

"Hello," she replied, a smile creeping onto her face. The Doctor sensed her impatience and asked, "What is it?"

"I have some news…"

"News? What news?" He looked at her with growing anticipation. Rose was silent for a moment.

"Doctor, I'm pregnant."

His face went blank, and he looked at her with dark eyes. She began to panic, he clearly wasn't taking it well. Before she could say anything else, he jumped up, picked her up bridal style, and began to carry her out of the library.

"Doctor, what are you doing?"

He didn't reply, simply kept walking at a brisk pace towards what Rose knew was going to be the Medical Bay.

The Doctor ran into the large white room, and laid Rose down on one of the grey beds. He began to go around the room, collecting all kinds of alien scanning devices, as well as a few that Rose recognized from Earth. He hooked them all up to Rose, not even looking at his wife's face while he did so.

Rose stared at the ceiling while her husband hooked up the alien technology to her. This was not going well. She tried hard to stay calm, but she couldn't help but let a tear fall down her cheek. The Doctor chose that moment to look down at her.

"Oh, please don't cry, Rose. Please don't cry." His face softened as he said this, and he hastily wiped her tears away with his thumb. She sniffled, but didn't say anything, and kept her eyes locked on the ceiling.

"I just… This isn't possible, Rose. You know it's not." At this, she snapped her gaze towards him.

"But the test said-"

"Test? What test?"

Rose was silent, and the Doctor didn't want to push her, so he continued connecting the scanners to her. After a few moments of running around her, looking at different screens, and typing in different codes, he let out a shaky breath.

"Oh, Rassilon."

"What?"

"Rose, you are pregnant. Look, that's our…" He couldn't finish the sentence, just turned one of the many screens toward her. It was one from Earth, a normal ultrasound machine. Rose looked at it, to see a tiny little form, barely recognizable with the crude technology of her time. She smiled again, happy tears running down her cheeks. She looked up at the Doctor, who had a hint of a smile on his face. He stared back at her, before leaning down and kissing her deeply. When Rose began to feel a need for air, she gently pushed him off of herself and began to move off of the plain bed.

"Nope, you need to stay here, love," the Doctor told her, carefully pushing her back onto the bed. She looked at him, confused.

"Why? You already ran the tests."

"I need to run a few more…" He replied, his attention back on the scanners. He was typing furiously on one of them, searching for how Rose had become pregnant.

"No, no that can't be." He moved to another scanner, with the same results. Another, the same thing. His eyes began to water and a silent tear escaped. Rose, having never seen her husband cry before, was extremely worried.

"Doctor, what is it? Doctor you need to tell me what's wrong."

Without answering, he ran to the back of the room, and began searching through drawers. He slammed them open and closed until he found what he was looking for. A stethoscope.

He steered himself back to the bed Rose was laying on, and placed the end over the left side of Rose's chest. Her heart rate was normal, and he removed the instrument. Hesitating for a moment, he put the stethoscope on the right side of Rose's chest. His breath caught in his throat as he heard the steady beating of a second heart.

"Doctor, why've you got the stethoscope there? Will you please tell me what the bloody hell is going on?"

Again, he said nothing. Instead, he laid his head on her chest and slowly breathed out. He listened to her hearts beating like they were his favorite song that he hadn't heard in years. "I'm not alone," he managed.

"Well, obviously, you muppet. I'm right here."

"No, Rose. I'm not alone."

"Uh… Doctor, you're starting to freak me out. What are you even going on about?"

"Rose, what's 5,672 times 8,942?"

"50,719,024." She replied without hesitation. "Blimey, how did I know that?"

"And if I wanted to fix the Chameleon Circuit- which I don't by the way, I love a good police box –what would I do?"

The answer was running through Rose's head, but that scared her half to death, so she remained silent.

"Rose…" The Doctor pushed.

"First, you would reverse the Binary flux system, then go to the little red box under the console and rewire the Holophasics. After that, you would have to fix the dimensional scanner, which might actually take some effort. Finally, you would go to the console, go to the red switch- you know the one, it's labeled 'CC' –and flip it to the 'on' position."

The Doctor stared at her for a moment before breaking into a huge smile, grinning ear to ear like the daft old alien Rose knew he was.

"Doctor, how do I know all this stuff?"

"Rose, you're Gallifreyan. You're a proper Time Lord, or Lady, rather."

"No, I'm human. Born on Earth, raised by my mum, didn't even take my A-levels. I'm human."

"But, you're not! You should be, but you're not. I don't know how, but…" Before he could finish, he felt the TARDIS laughing in his head. 'Oh, you clever girl,' he thought.

"Rose, do you remember when you looked into the heart of the TARDIS, into time itself?" Rose laughed.

"Yeah, every minute of it. That was one monstrous headache I got."

"I know why now. Besides the fact that you had the vortex running through your head…" He trailed off and stared blankly at the white walls.

"Anyways!" His wife snapped him back to attention.

"Right! Anyways, the TARDIS likes you a lot, I guess, because she changed you. Changed you so that you could deal with everything that was going through your mind. She gave you one hell of a makeover, mentally and physically. She turned you into a Time Lord."

Rose was shocked into silence. She couldn't believe it. Her, a genetically and intellectually superior being… It was almost laughable. But the Doctor didn't seem to find it funny at all. He looked as though he was about to burst with joy. He scooped Rose up into a huge hug, and buried his face in her hair.

"We'll really have forever now," Rose sighed. The Doctor laughed.

"Yeah, I guess we will."

Rose was silent for a moment before asking, "Hang on, will I be able to regenerate?"

"Uh… I don't know. I think so, but I'd prefer not to find out."

"Yeah, I'm with you there," she laughed nervously. "This is really weird for me." She added honestly.

"Me too. I just… I never thought I would ever see another living Time Lord, or Lady."

"Hi," she said with a little wave, "my name's Rose and I'm a Time Lord." Her husband chuckled.

"Yes. Yes you are," he replied, before leaning in and kissing her fervently.

River Song shifted in her bed, unable to sleep. Again. She hadn't had a real night's sleep in weeks. She turned to look at the wall of her cell, sighing as dramatically as she could, in hopes to get a night guard's attention. Nights like this, she wanted to go on an adventure. Her feet had just been itching to run, to screw with things that she shouldn't. It was the cause of her sleeplessness.

A guard approached the cell door and looked in at River, who turned her head to look at him. She sighed softly to herself, she liked this one because he was always so nice to her. It was too bad he would be fired or demoted after she tricked him into letting her get out.

"Can't sleep?" The guard asked softly.

"No, haven't been able to for a while." At this, the guard mumbled an apology and began to walk away.

"Wait, sweetie!" River called out, not wanting to miss her chance. He appeared at the door again.

"Yes?"

"Don't night guards always carry those sleeping pills for the prisoners?"

"What sleeping pills?" He countered, eyes slightly wider at the fact that River was now standing inches from his face.

"Hmm…" She appeared to be thinking for a moment. "Or maybe it's a spray. I have the spray."

The guard looked at her, puzzled, before River pulled out a can of sleeping spray and sprayed him with it. Within seconds, his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell over. She blew him a kiss and tucked the sleeping spray back into her pillow case. He would wake up not remembering anything, a fantastic side effect from the spray.

"Where to go, where to go…?" She sang to herself as she reached through the cell to grab the keys off of the sleeping guard. She quickly unlocked the door and walked out, taking a deep breath of stale prison air. River coughed and leaned over the guard, searching through his pockets before she found it: a vortex manipulator. All the guards had them these days, to be able to get around the prison faster. She would've used her own, but they took it from her after her last escapade. Sighing again to herself, she decided that she would just have to keep his.

Slipping it on, she decided on her destination: New York, in the 1930's. The height of glamour… and flirtatiousness. "I'll fit in perfectly," she murmured to the unconscious man on the ground. Punching in the date and place, she couldn't help but have a huge grin on her face. Something kept telling her that she needed to go on more and more adventures, and she didn't know why, but happily obliged.

Professor Song hit the button to take her to her destination, and her last thought before she left Stormcage was that perhaps she would run into her gorgeous husband on this trip. She loved him so much, but feared that her time with him was running out. Her wonderful time with the Doctor.

Thanks for reading loves! If you didn't get it already, River is about to go to NEW YORK IN THE THIRTIES. As in, when Amy and Rory die... Haha, I'm just evil like that. Please review if you enjoyed it, or if you hated it! Again, I am looking for a beta! Thanks again, sweetie...

-Edith