A/N: I had the idea to do this as soon as I finished the last one. I was bored so I decided to start writing it. I'm not sure how often I'll update, but once I start a story, I usually write pretty frequently. I'm not entirely sure where exactly this story is going to go, but I have a general idea. I realize it's sort of silly, but it's meant to be light and enjoyable. Hopefully it is! Reviews appreciated.

I don't own Doctor Who.

A New Current

Chapter 1: Unexpectedly Expected

The Doctor snored loudly and he nuzzled his head further into Rose's chest, which for her was proving a bit painful.

"Doctor," she whispered sweetly. She tried to pull away a bit to relieve some of the pressure. "Doctor," she repeated. "Love, please move. You're hurting a bit."

He only reacted by unconsciously pulling himself even closer and tighter, and sighed sleepily into her skin.

She leaned back, exasperated and now quite awake. This meant war.

She grabbed the sullied and twisted sheet that draped around their bodies and heaved it off of them, exposing both of their bodies to the comparatively cool air of their bedroom.

The Doctor jolted up, feeling the cold air against his legs and torso, and he rubbed his eyes.

"Oi! What was that for?" Seeing what his wife had done, he leaned back onto the head board, and she leaned into his shoulder, cradling herself there.

"You were hurting my boob."

"Your boob?" He said it like it was a dirty word. "As in, just one, not both? I was hurting one of your boobs? How, may I ask, was I hurting one of your boobs?"

"Fine, breast. You were hurting my breast. And I don't know, you kind of just cuddled so forcefully into it that it hurt."

"But I do that all the time. They're my favorite; perfect, you know."

"This time…I don't know. It just kind of hurt. It felt a bit tender. We can stop talking about my aching chest now, if you'd like, and you can go back to sleep. You looked quite adorable. Very enamored."

"I'm always enamored when I'm with you. Which is all the time. So I'm always enamored."

"Be careful, Doctor, if you keep saying that then I might think you love me or something like that." She smirked at him cheekily.

"I do. I love you forever. Even when you give me grief for cuddling too aggressively."

He kissed the top of her head softly, inhaling the scent of her hair.

"I'll never get tired of saying it, you know. I love you. I love Rose Tyler!" he yelled.

"Shh!"

"Who's there to hear us? No one. Maybe the TARDIS, but she knows all our secrets. Anyway, I'd yell the same thing in the middle of a busy London street, just to see you blush. Plus, you know you love it."

"No," she replied, looking serious, "I love you."

"Well, I guess I'll have to settle for that. Such a poor, unfortunate life I lead."

While he said this she wrenched her leg over his, straddling his lap and looked at him very intently.

"So unfortunate, Doctor?" She teased with a wry smile. "Even when I do this?"

She moved in and kissed him deeply, weaving her fingers into his hair, which made him moan softly into her mouth. He liked it when she did that.

"Oh yes," he muttered, lips still locked with Rose's. "Oh, yes, very, very unfortunate."

"When I do this?" She deepened her kiss even more and her hands unlocked themselves from his hair and began trailing lightly down his chest.

"Uh…yuh—very. Yes. I think."

"Hmm," she hummed into him. "What about when I do this?"

She leaned forward more and pressed him down onto the bed. Her head hovered above his and her hair tickled his ears. He was breathing laboriously.

"Excited, are we?" she quipped. But no sooner had she said this than she sprang off the bed and darted into the bathroom, becoming sick as soon as she reached the toilet.

When she leaned up from her retching, the Doctor, crouching next to her, handed her a towel and stroked her hair.

"Rose, are you okay?" She was obviously not okay, he thought. He looked at her nervously.

"Yeah, actually. I feel completely okay. Great, even. Now where were we?"

"I don't think so, Rose. Go get back in bed, I want to run a few scans. Plus…you have vomit in your hair. I didn't get here fast enough to prevent it."

"I feel fine!"

"That's lovely. I'm happy for you. But I'm still running some scans. Let me just grab the Sonic out from the night stand. Rose, I said get back in bed." She was trying to tangle herself into him before he could leave the room.

She trudged grumpily back to the bed and sat on top of the disheveled covers, waiting less than patiently as the Doctor waved the Sonic over her form.

"Don't be a child, Rose. I'm just trying to find out why you got sick mid-seduction."

"Seduction? You were already seduced long ago, Doctor. Admit it. I was simply…reprising said seduction."

"Fine, fine." He paused for a minute and pressed a few small buttons on the side of the Sonic. "Rose…how long have you been feeling like this?"

"I dunno. I couple days? I haven't actually gotten sick or anything before just now, though."

The Doctor's face became suddenly white and chalky looking, which was impressive, as he had two hearts to keep his blood pumping constantly and vigorously.

"Doctor, what's wrong?" She had a distinct edge in her voice.

"Nothing…I don't think. I'll have to run more tests. I didn't…I didn't even know if this would be possible. Apparently I was wrong. Wouldn't be the first time, I suppose." He pushed the bridge of his glasses to his nose, which she had just noticed he was wearing, and continued to study his Sonic.

"What's wrong?" she insisted.

"Rose. Rose… you're…pregnant."