A/N: Alright, here's the second chapter. I've revised this thing like a thousand times and yet I'm still not too confident in it. Also, school has started again for me, so it's going to take me longer to update. Nonetheless, I'll try my best to post new chapters as quickly as I can.

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"What?" The Doctor stepped in closer to her.

Rose felt her stomach go numb. "Well, I think I am."

She swallowed a lump in her throat. The look on his face, she tried to discern it, to dissect it and understand it, but she couldn't. His eyebrows were furrowed, the corners of his mouth tight and his lower lip slightly agape, and his dark eyes narrowed. Reading his expression was like reading an alien language without the help of the TARDIS. Was it anger? Shock? Fear? Guilt? Possibly even happiness, perhaps? She couldn't tell.

"What are your symptoms? How-how long have they been going on?" He pressed one hand against a wall and leaned against it.

Rose chose her words carefully. "Well, I'm a week late. And I've been throwing up recently, I'm all drowsy."

"And this all happened after we…" His voice trailed off, alluding to something neither of them really wanted to say out loud.

"Yeah." She said with a nod.

This was the first time they had actually spoken about what had happened between them. It was an awkward subject for them, an elephant in the room. They still weren't sure how to react to it. Mainly it was because they weren't exactly sure of the nature of their relationship. They weren't friends, but they weren't lovers. Their relationship certainly wasn't platonic, but it wasn't romantic either. Therefore, they weren't sure if their sleeping together was a bad thing or a good thing. It hadn't felt like a bad thing, that was for sure. But there were still nagging questions. Questions that always had the same answer, "I don't know". Were they ready for that kind of relationship?

"Any other symptoms?" He asked, his voice still low in a tone that was neither dark nor light, but nonetheless serious.

Rose thought for a second, then shook her head. "No. That's it."

"Well, we'll talk about this when we get back on the TARDIS." The Doctor said, and still his expression wasn't discernible.

Trying to lighten the mood, Rose smiled a little. "Tell you what, though."

"What?"

"Werewolf!" She said with a laugh.

"I know!" The Doctor replied, then pulled her into a hug.

It was strange, out of all the men, it was the Doctor, the one with no guns or swords, who she felt safest with. Out of everyone in the castle, she knew if there was one man who could keep her safe, it was the Doctor. The one who refused to carry a gun, who would try everything he could to avoid bloodshed.

"So other than you-know-what, you're alright?" He said, his hands still lingering on her hips even after they pulled away from the hug.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

Suddenly Sir Robert spoke up. "It's all my fault." He was slouched on one of the chairs, his elbow resting upon the armrest and his fingers kneading against his temples. "I should've sent you away. I tried to suggest something was wrong. Thought you might notice."

He paused for a moment.

"Did you not think there was anything strange about my household staff?" Sir Robert said.

The Doctor stepped forward. "They were bald, athletic. Your wife's away, I just thought you were happy."

Sensing an opportunity, Rose tried one last time at that bet. "I'll tell you what though, ma'am, I bet you're not amused now."

"Do you think this funny?" Queen Victoria replied quickly, eyes wide with both terror and fury.

Rose looked away, feeling small and foolish under her judging gaze. "No, ma'am, I'm sorry."

"What exactly, I pray, tell me. someone, please, what exactly is that creature?" She demanded.

Rose opened her mouth briefly, but the Doctor answered before she could speak. "Well, you'd call it a werewolf, but technically it's more of a lupine wavelength Haemovariform." He said as he rubbed the back of his neck, unknowingly forgetting to speak with a Scottish accent.

"And should I trust you sir, you who changes your voice so easily?" Now there was more fear in her voice, a tremble in her words. "What happened to your accent?"

The Doctor's mouth hung agape, and Rose could see him trying to formulate an explanation in his mind. "Oh, um-"

"I will not have it! No, sir. Not you, not that thing, none of it." The Queen continued. "This is not my world."

Oddly enough, the rest of the night went by in somewhat of a haze. After being chided by the Queen who was more than furious (and still, even then, she did not once say that she was not amused, and Rose was beginning to sense that her pockets would be ten quid lighter by the time they got back to the TARDIS), the Doctor discovered a carving on each door, and then by licking the door, which left Rose both disgusted and slightly aroused, he discovered that the wood was varnished with viscum oil, which the werewolf must've been allergic to. They then tore through the books trying to find information on the creature, and soon they discovered in one book a written account of an object falling from the sky in 1540, near the monastery. The Doctor deduced that a single cell must have survived, growing stronger and stronger with each host. It was then that the queen revealed that she in fact had the Koh-I-Noor with her, and the Doctor quickly realized how to defeat the werewolf. Soon they were running again, but this time they knew where they were going. With the werewolf hot on their heels, they ran to the Observatory. They then used to Koh-I-Noor to magnify the moonlight, which destroyed the werewolf right before it got to the queen. The next day, the queen expressed her gratitude ed to Koh-I-Noor tby dubbing them Sir Doctor of TARDIS and Dame Rose of the Powell Estate.

And then she banished them.

"So, Rose," the Doctor said once they were back in the TARDIS, making his way up to the console, "you said that you thought you were pregnant."

Rose stopped in her tracks, unsure what to say. The combination of defeating a werewolf with a diamond and a telescope, being dubbed Dame Rose by Queen Victoria, and then being banished only a few seconds later had left her breathless and excited, and she had completely forgotten about her possible pregnancy. Suddenly things seemed a whole lot grimmer. She still wasn't sure how the Doctor would react if she did turn out to pregnant. She didn't even know if she wanted to be pregnant. It wasn't exactly something she had ever planned on. Only twenty years old, unemployed, living with an alien in a time-travelling spaceship, and constantly in danger. A baby just did not agree well with that mix.

"Yeah." The monosyllabic word was slowly and carefully drawn out, each sound enunciated.

The Doctor slowly strolled towards her, lips turned down slightly in a look that wasn't grim, but nonetheless serious. His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his long brown coat. "But you haven't taken a test yet?"

She shook her head. To be honest, she didn't really think she needed a test, not when the symptoms were so obvious.

"Stand still for a second." He said, pulling the sonic screwdriver out from his pocket.

"What're you doing?" She asked, watching as he angled it towards her abdomen.

He held it there for a few seconds. "Body scan. This'll tell us whether or not you're pregnant." The Doctor then held it up so he could look at it, and his dark eyebrows crinkled as if he saw something strange.

Rose glanced down at her stomach for a second, then looked back up at him.

"I'm sorry." He said suddenly, lowering the screwdriver.

His words sent an icy rush through her body, like ice water dripping into her veins. She felt her ribs tighten and her heart speed up. "I'm sorry" could mean many different things.

"What is it? What's wrong?" She ran up to him.

He sighed. "It's negative. You're not pregnant."

Then there was silence. She wasn't sure what to say. She wasn't even sure how to feel. Instinct told her to be relieved. She wasn't pregnant. That was supposed to be good. It hadn't been planned, and the circumstances weren't exactly ideal. It was a weight taken off her shoulders. No having to worry about changing nappies, or breastfeeding, or losing hours of sleep to calm a crying baby. But at the same time, there was a small sliver of disappointment. Just a bit.

"Oh, well, that's good, isn't it?" She said suddenly, smiling for a reason she wasn't exactly sure of.

The Doctor raised an eyebrow. "Is it?"

"Yeah, I mean could you really imagine us as parents?" She laughed.

"Oi! I used to be a dad, you know." The Doctor said, leaning against the console with his arms crossed and somewhat of a smile playing on his lips.

"Seriously?"

He nodded. "Yeah. But it was a long, long time ago."

Rose wasn't sure, but she swore she could detect some disappointment in his voice. The way he would glance around rapidly, the way his voice would trail off a little. It was a bit surprising. She'd thought he wouldn't have wanted a kid.

There was more silence, and they both looked away from each other.

"Say, how'd you like to eat at sushi bar on an asteroid?" The Doctor said suddenly, grinning once more.

Rose smiled. "Sounds great."

The Doctor leaned against the console, his mind drowning in a flood of thoughts. He pulled the sonic screwdriver out of his pocket and analyzed it once more. The readings on Rose's body kept flickering from positive to negative, as if it couldn't figure out whether or not she was pregnant. It wasn't supposed to do that. Something was wrong. He had told Rose it was negative because he didn't want to worry her, but inside he was buzzing with uneasiness. Why couldn't it tell whether or not she was pregnant? It wasn't a difficult task, it was quite simple in fact.

He dug his hand through his hair and sighed. The sonic screwdriver never messed up, not like that. Something had to be messing with it.

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