A/N: In the reviews for this story it has been said that Time Lords are sterile, but there is no evidence in the TV series to support this claim, and the novels there is in fact evidence against that claim. So therefore, we can continue our plan to make this story NON AU, you will have to read to find out.
Romana went very pale and quickly snatched the test back from the Doctor's shaking hand.
"Oh, goodness."
Silence.
"What do we do now?" said the Doctor, trying to hide his panic beneath a wide-eyed stare. "Why in the name of Rassilon did I ever... oh, Romana, I'm so sorry!"
"You'd better be sorry," hissed Romana. A tear welled up in her left eye and trickled slowly down her cheek. She wiped it away angrily. "Now look what you've gone and done!"
"Look, I said I was sorry!" the Doctor muttered into his scarf. "I honestly thought that you wanted that!" He had gone bright pink by this time.
Romana suddenly sat down on the tiled floor and began to cry. The Doctor sat down beside her and tried to put a comforting arm round her shoulders, but Romana slapped it away.
"Get your hands off me!"
"For goodness' sake, Romana!" the Doctor shouted, standing up again. "I swear I didn't know that was going to happen! Why were you acting so strangely last night anyway?"
"I... I don't remember," said Romana. She looked down at the floor and refused to meet the Doctor's eyes. "I wish this were just a bad dream. I wish I knew what to do, but I don't."
The Doctor looked pained and slightly embarrassed.
"Romana, I..."
"Doctor, I don't know what to do." She stood up, staring at her still-flat stomach as if it might have ballooned in size during the past few minutes. She didn't know how long Time Lady pregnancies lasted, after all.
"Help me."
The Doctor coughed quietly.
"I don't know what to--"
"At least it's your child," said Romana quietly, a slight smile crossing her face as she did so. Puzzled, the Doctor looked down.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm glad you're the father," said Romana.
Realisation dawned in the Doctor's blue eyes.
"You mean..."
"Yes, Doctor. I-- I love you. I..."
She searched for words and failed.
"Doctor!"
They kissed.
A newly-fixed K9 trundled in and announced that his sensors detected a vat. Then he shot the Doctor in the foot, which caused him to yell in pain.
"OUCH!" He jumped up, his scarf tangled round some high tech medical equipment, causing him to topple to the floor, bringing down a shelf of green blankets which landed on him. He fought his way out into the open to suck in much need air, having nearly been smothered. He lay there and uncrossed his eyes, still looking bright pink. Romana began to laugh through her tears.
"Oh Doctor! You look like a salad!" The Doctor just grinned, before passing out.
In some far off place, a figure watched a screen he had carefully placed nearby.
"Laugh all you want, I have won! Once this filthy child is born you will not be able to defeat me Doctor! Oh no, you'll be too busy looking after that brat to worry about me! MUAHAHAHAHAHA!! MUAHAHAH!! Oh, a bit dramatic I think, perhaps I could try an evil titter... TEEHHEEHEEHEE!! Oh dear lord no..."
Some time later, or earlier perhaps. Damn time-travel. For the instances of the story, this is later. Yes, later.
"SIDUS!! STOP THAT!" Romana dashed into the console room room and picked up her first, and at this rate only, child, a son, Sidereusanovus, or Sidus for short, much like Romana's own name. "You are NOT to ride K9! He's a very delicate piece of equipment!"
"Affirmative, Mistress." Romana sighed. How could she have wanted this? It had been alright at first, Gallifreyen young don't need as much nurturing as those from Earth, but now he was growing up to be a right handful. Like Father, Like Son, she thought to herself with a smile.
"Would you like a Jelly Baby?" the Fourth Doctor predictably asked as he sauntered in. Romana had faint hopes fatherhood would calm him down a bit, but no, no-one could change the Doctor, except Cybermen, the Time Lords, Spiders, the Master, Poison, The Rani, Gunshots and absorbing the Space-Time Vortex energies. And a brick.
"Affirmative, Father," Sidus yelled into his father's ear. The Doctor winced, and rammed a red jelly baby into his son's mouth, if nothing but to shut him up. Already he had accidently changed their space-time coordinates and nearly piloted them into Sol, managed to duplicate himself, sliced Romana's hair off on one side with the Sonic Screwdriver (which had now grown back) and more mischief, which had been running the Doctor and Romana ragged.
"Anyway, I originally came to say that I received a message from the Time Lords, the Master's on the rampage and they want our help."
"Right, where and when?" Then looked down to see Sidus tugging at their scarves.
"Oh time lord..."
"Hello, time lady..." said the Doctor, grinning.
"That isn't funny," snapped Romana. "What are we going to do?"
"Well, I think we COULD help the Time Lords...?"
"And what are we going to do about Sidus, Doctor?"
"Oh. Oh yes."
The Doctor twisted a brown curl around his forefinger and crossed his eyes, obviously thinking hard. After a long while he said, "We could get a babysitter, you know."
"If any babysitter could handle him, you mean," laughed Romana, ruffling her son's hair affectionately.
"We could drop him off some place, then peform our business, then travel back to a second after we left him, and collect him then."
"It could work, I suppose, but where would we drop him where it's totally safe?"
"Skaro?"
"DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!"
"Telos?"
"Where's that?"
"Earth?"
"Too primitive."
"Gallifrey?"
"Would you?"
"Venus?"
"With that atmosphere?"
"Raxacoricofallawhateveritis?"
"Never heard of it."
"Varos?"
"No I don't think so."
"Sontar?"
"Yes, lets chuck my only son on a planet full of Sontarans!"
"Ruta 3?"
"Yes, I'm sure he's dying to be eletrocuted!"
"Raaga?"
"Maybe..."
"Zeta minor?"
"He'd probably stick a load of anti-matter in his pocket!"
"Good lord, how about Peladon then?"
"Not too bad an idea..."
"So that's a no, how about Uxaerius?"
"Fair enough."
"Right, that's settled." The Doctor ambled over to the controls, tapped buttons here, pulled levers there, thumped various instruments, before the familiar wheezing sound signalled the TARDIS landing.
"The Planet Uxaerius, the year 2563," the Doctor announced.
"Okay Sidus, darling, pop outside, and stand there. We'll be a second, literally," Romana said to her young son soothingly, before shoving him out of the door. Thje TARDIS groaned again, then it was gone. Sidus sat on the ground, and waited his second. Then another. Then another. Then there was nothing.
"So then Doctor, you are prepared for your mission to stop the Master?"
"Yes, and Romana too!"
"And your child will not cause a problem in this?"
"No, we left his somewhere, and will pick him up a second after we left him."
"Good. The details of the Master's plans are not known in entirety. All we know is that he is again planning to steal the Doomsday Weapon."
"Doomsday device, Doomsday device, where did I hear that before...?"
"We do not know. We have automatically set the coordinates for your journey to stop the Master."
"And where might that be?"
"The Planet Uxaerius."
Ooooh, a cliffhanger! Fun. Review if you think it's good. Review if you think its bad. Or don't review. But it's nice to.