A/N: And so we see the return of Drunky! I wuv Drunky. Drunky's gonna become a main character in Doctor Who soon, you just watch!

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Chapter 4 – Drunky

The Doctor shot up to sitting position, gasping for air.

He was on the sofa in Jackie's flat. What had happened? He found it hard to distinguish between what had been a dream and what had been reality. He pushed himself up to sitting position, the cover that had previously been on top of him sliding off. His head was thumping a terrible headache, and he lifted his hand to trace over the place he'd impacted the support strut of the TARDIS in his dream. He winced as it stung. Okay, that much was true. He'd definitely crashed headlong into something.

But…

He got up off of the sofa, almost falling over as dizziness overtook him. The head wound was definitely real then. He made his way slowly towards Rose's bedroom, pushing open the door to check she was there, alive and well. He almost laughed with joy as he ran forward, standing over her sleeping form and resting two fingers on her neck. Pulse was all there.

It was a dream.

All the weight on his shoulders suddenly lifted off of him, just as the tears arrived – filled with relief, and the possibility of it all. He dropped down on the bed beside her, head in hands.

He didn't notice her open her eyes, and look at him.

"What's wrong?" he heard her asked, "is it your head? Are you okay?"

He shook his head, sniffing back more tears. "I…" he trailed off, silence ensuing. Rose pulled herself up, reaching her arms around him and holding him tightly.

"It's okay. Tell me."

"I…" his breath caught in his throat, so he paused, and swallowed. "I had…a dream. A nightmare. You were all dead…" The thought of it made him want to cry even more. Rose had seen him cry before, but never as much as this. It must've been so real… "It was me…I killed you all…I…didn't…I would never…"

"I know, I know…" Rose pushed him down, pressing his head into her shoulder. "Nightmare? You're a little five-year-old," she said, not harshly as she kissed him on the cheek. "It's not real, okay? Remember that. I'm still alive, aren't I?"

He nodded, trying to wipe his tears away. The memories of the Time War came thick and fast. "I'm sorry…I just…"

"You don't want to lose your family again," Rose said for him, burying her face in his hair. "It's okay. You got a nasty knock on the head and had a bad dream. Nothin' more. Now c'mon, I'm knackered, get into bed." She pulled the cover out from underneath him, throwing it back over in a second. She burrowed herself into him, tracing her finger over the dark bruise on the right of his forehead, close to his hairline. Slowly she faded into sleep – but sleeping was the last thing on the Doctor's mind.

"Breakfast!" came the shrill call from Jackie Tyler in the morning, and Rose slowly began to rouse beside him. She reached up and began to unconsciously claw through his hair. He dabbed a kiss to her forehead as her eyes flickered open, and she smiled up at him.

"Did she just say breakfast?" she murmured. He nodded. "Okay. Stay here, I'll bring some to you."

"Nah thanks," the Doctor said with a grin; jumping out of the bed with a blast of energy Rose was surprised to find he had in him with his head injury. He offered a hand to her, which at first she was hesitant to accept but eventually took. Rose had a half-hearted attempt to brush through her hair and the Doctor flattened down the sides of his before they walked out of the bedroom door, headed toward the kitchen where everyone else was already sat, completely unscathed and alive. They all looked up on their arrival, Jack and Jill grinning whilst Zoë and Lottie got off of their chairs and ran forward, hugging their father's legs silently. Zoë had a bedraggled teddy bear her clutch. The Doctor got down onto one knee, and she offered the teddy to him. He was very simply made, with button eyes and cotton facial features, with his fur a light brown. He recognised the teddy at once.

"Hey, where'd you find this?" he asked, looking at the teddy in amazement. "This was mine!"

Rose carefully dropped to her knees with one hand on her belly, looking also at the teddy bear. "Really?"

"My mother made him for me when I was born," he said, "I thought I'd lost him."

"What's his name?"

"Drunky," the Doctor supplied. "Don't ask why, I haven't a clue."

"Daddy…" Zoë raised a finger, pointing at the tear on the teddy's head above his button black eyes. "He's hurt, just like you," Zoë said with tears in her eyes.

The Doctor regarded her for a moment. "Yes, but we can fix him."

"But we can't fix you," Zoë said, so quietly that only Jack, Rose and the Doctor could hear. The Doctor stared at her. She couldn't see…Time War…surely?

"Please fix him," Zoë carried on, staring into the Doctor's eyes. He nodded.

"Hold onto him tight for a bit, then we'll mend him," the Doctor said, giving her a kiss on the forehead as he handed back Drunky. She nodded, running back over to her seat and putting Drunky in a free seat beside her. Lottie reached up to the Doctor, hugging his neck tightly for a few moments before pulling away to climb back into her own seat.

"Sit down, sit down!" Jackie suddenly commanded, bustling over to the Doctor and pushing him to sit down beside Rose and Jack. "What is it with you and gettin' knocked out?" she sighed, checking the bruise on his forehead which had darkened overnight. "It's like you enjoy it!"

He ignored her. "What happened?" he asked, mentally checking for signs of concussion but found none, much to his relief.

"The TARDIS just started goin' mad, explodin' everywhere," Jack answered, spreading marmalade over some toast for him. "I found Jill, Zoë and Rose then Lottie came runnin', yellin' that you'd been hurt. It was in an emergency program or somethin' 'cause it took us back here, so we got everyone out and came up to the flat." He put the slice on the Doctor's plate, who was still being bustled over by Jackie.

"D'you need ice on it? I've got some peas," Jackie was saying, already moving to the freezer.

"No Jackie, it's fine, it'll clear up in a day or two." The Doctor turned towards his plate, taking the piece of toast in hand and devouring it in three bites. "Where's the TARDIS? Usual spot?"

They all nodded. The Doctor nodded also as the phone started to ring in the background, and Jackie got up to answer it.

"I'll have to go have a look later," the Doctor carried on.

Rose looked incredulous. "What if it's dangerous, eh? What if you get crushed by somethin' and get brain damage or…or…" she trailed off, not really wanting to think about it.

"I won't Rose," he answered simply, taking a sip of tea. "Safe as houses."

"You might wanna rephrase that…" Jack warned.

"Safe as flowerpots on high windowsills," the Doctor rephrased, beaming at them all. Before anyone had a chance to retort, Jackie returned with phone in hand.

"It's Rory for you, Doctor," she said, a huge smile on her face. The Doctor got up and took it from her, slipping out the door. Rose watched him go.

"Don't be scared," Zoë began, clutching onto Drunky once more. "Daddy's soul's strong." She lowered her voice for the next thing she uttered to such a level that they all strained to hear it, "…not strong enough for the beating."

But before anyone could ask her what she meant she dropped down off of the chair with her teddy under one arm, skipping out of the door.

"Welcome to Time Lord puberty," were the exact words Rose heard as she walked out of the kitchen into the sitting room. She walked over to the Doctor sitting on the sofa with the phone pressed to his ear, Rose setting down his unfinished cup of tea and some more toast on a plate on the coffee table. He flashed her a smile. "Can't help you with that," he carried on down the line, "you've just gotta figure yourself out." Pause. "Yeah, it's a bit hectic but it'll pass. You'll be better for it." Pause. "Okay, I'll see you later. Say bye to your mum." The Doctor held out the phone to her, which she took.

"You havin' fun sweetheart?"

"It's all right, yeah. How's baby Jack?" came her son's voice on the other end, and suddenly Rose felt the overwhelming urge to cry.

"He's fine," she answered, blinking back the tears. Her little baby son out in the big wide Universe…

"Okay I'd better run, got class in a few," he said, and Rose nodded even though she was well aware he couldn't even see her. "Buh-bye!"

"Love you, bye bye."

She hung up. The Doctor instantly moved forward and wrapped his arms around her, holding her to his chest. He could sense when she was sad.

"Sorry," she said with a sniff, reaching up for a kiss to which he willingly obliged. "Did he meet a girl?" she asked, referring back to the first sentence she'd heard her husband say to her son.

"Several, but that's not the point," the Doctor said, reaching forward and taking his cup of tea from the mat that Rose had brought in. "Time Lord puberty is slightly different."

"What happens?"

He drained the cup, setting it back down on the table before looking down at her, trying not to laugh at her lack of knowledge. She was a human, after all. She didn't know. "You know how I once said I can feel the Earth moving beneath my feet?" She nodded against his chest. "Well, Time Lord puberty is when it all starts. Low level psychokinesis, seeing everything what is, what was, what could be and what must not…it all starts there. It can get very confusing. Can't remember what's real and what's a possibility half the time. Has to be something you work out for yourself."

He devoured his second slice, leaning back against the sofa for a moment before sighing and pushing himself and Rose to their feet. He gave her a grin. "Better go see what's wrong with the old girl. And no, I didn't mean your mother."

A/N: Chapter 5 – My TARDIS Tried To Kill Me!

"No!" I suddenly yell, marching forward towards him and smacking the gun out of his grip. He turns to me, fury filling his face.

"Move Theta," he says slowly and simply, "I really don't want to shoot you. Please move."

"She's innocent, by Rassilon I swear she's innocent. Please. Let her go," I beg.