Rambling
Authors Note: I wrote this for my friend Auglerie.
The Eleventh Doctor was, how should I put this? Slightly insane. But everybody loved him. Everyone that is, apart from the Shadow Proclamation.
Somehow, though he denies it, he ended up back in the office of the Shadow Proclamation- under arrest and had about 4 guns in the back of the head.
Wanna know why he was there? It was against time rules for male Timelords to get pregnant- actually it was a mere impossibility. And yet here he was, heavily pregnant in front of them.
"Doctor, you know what you've done."
"Done what, done what exactly? Is it illegal to have fish and chips with custard?"
"Doctor-"
"Seriously! Cant a hormonal man have his bloody cravings?"
"Doctor, just listen-"
The Doctor rambled on even more and the powered white face woman said,
"Doctor! Stop fooling around. Need I say your condition proves my point?"
"What point, sharp point, pen point? Ball point?" the Doctor rambled.
The Judoon that were pointing the guns at his head lowered their weapons and looked at each other like the Doctor was mentally ill.
"Excuse me…." He suddenly said, surprised.
"Yes Doctor?"
"I think, Yep I definitely am-"
"WHAT DOCTOR!"
"I'm in labour"
If the white powdered woman's face could of gone any whiter, she'd be way past super white now.
She just sat there, speechless and then the next thing you knew she was screaming commands at her servants.