"This is useless!" The Doctor chucked yet another book on the ground. "I can't figure anything out with what I've got here."

"Don't think that way, Doc," Jack said, flipping through the book in his lap. "The TARDIS library isn't the only place to find information, is there?"

The Doctor paused for a moment. "You're onto something there, Jack." He went over to the computer screen on the desk, turning it on.

"TARDIS has wi-fi?" Jack asked, chuckling.

"The TARDIS has access to anything at any time on anything on the internet and on any device connected to the internet. If we can't find information on this, we can bloody well figure out where to find it." The Doctor's fingers danced across the keyboard.

"It's all in Gallifreyan," Jack said as he bent over to look at the screen.

"Yes, that tends to happen when you're a Gallifreyan. I'll switch the languages so you can read too…" The screen suddenly changed, filled with words now instead of circles, lines, and dots. "There. Now...ah, this looks promising." The Doctor clicked on an article, and they both skimmed. "That's interesting…I'd need a ultrasound scan on her, but maybe we could figure out…"

"Maybe if you did a scan every day to take measurements, you could compare it to both normal Time Lord measurements and normal human measurements, and we could get a relatively close due date."

The Doctor pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes. "Or the date of her death."

"Knock it off, Doctor. She's not going to die, not with us to save her."

"Jack, there's some things I can't stop. I can stop invasions, I can stop daleks from killing people, but I can't stop her heart from giving out. It's going to be too much!" He shoved away from the computer, pacing across the floor.

"When's the last time you got some sleep, Doctor?"

"I'm fine."

"Don't bullshit me, Doctor, you're running on empty. You're getting frustrated, you need rest. I'll do some searching on the computer, see what I can find."

The Doctor didn't want to admit Jack was right. He didn't want to waste any time when he didn't know how much time they had. "Fine, but we're running a scan on Rose. You wake me up if you find anything."

Jack sat at the desk, nodding at the Doctor before turning to the screen.

The Doctor walked slowly down the hallway, trying to calm himself down. He didn't want to think about losing Rose, but every time he closed his eyes, he saw her dying a thousand different ways, and every time it stopped his hearts.

Rose. He should check on her before he went to bed. He stopped in front of her door. "Rose?" he said, listening. No movement. He cracked the door open, peeking in. She wasn't in her bed, but he could hear the soft sounds of the shower running.

Just as he turned to leave, there was a rather loud bang, followed by a cry. The Doctor raced across the room, flinging open the bathroom door.

"Ouch….OW!" Rose's form moved behind the smokey glass of the shower.

"Rose-"

"EEP! Doctor, what're you-"

"Sorry, I came to check on you, and then I heard you scream. Are you all right?"

"I just fell, I….Ouch."

"Not all right, then?"

"I might have twisted my ankle. Can't put weight on it."

"Rose...I could help you, with your permission of course."

"Nothin' you haven't seen already, I suppose. Ouch!" He saw her hand reach up, and the shower door slowly scraped open. He couldn't see much through the hot steam of the shower, but he could tell she was sitting on the small seat in the corner. He grabbed a white fluffy towel from the cabinet, averting his eyes as he stepped into the shower with her.

"So shy, Doctor?" She said with a smile, looking up at him.

"I'll take you to the infirmary, run a quick scan and make sure you didn't break anything."

"Alright." She took the towel from him. "Just let me…" Just as he reached to turn off the hot water, she struggled to get the towel around her and slipped sideways, and he flung himself at her.

Hot water seeped through his clothes as his eyes locked with Rose's...her naked body caught in his arms. Her fingers clutched his forearms, steadying herself in his grip. Her soft wet skin under his fingers trembled. The shower was filled with steam and the scent of her.

Slowly, her fingers danced up his arm, reaching up to cradle the side of his jaw. She leaned closer, and gently pressed her lips to his. "Doctor…" she whispered, but he pulled her close, deepening the kiss.

"Doctor?!" A voice came from the hallway, and the Doctor jerked away from her.

"Hang on, Jack!" he yelled, reaching up and turning the water off while Rose wrapped the only-slightly-wet towel around her body. The Doctor looked down at her when she was adequately covered, scooping her up bridal-style into his arms. He walked through her bedroom, passing Jack, who had been standing just inside of the door. "Jack, do me a favor, grab her robe off of that chair there and bring it to the infirmary." Jack nodded, but Rose caught him wagging his eyebrows at her before they turned the corner into the hallway.

A few steps, and they were entering the infirmary. Jack walked in just as the Doctor was laying her down gently on the bed. "What happened, Rose?" Jack asked, handing her the fuzzy pink robe.

"I jus' slipped is all." She slipped the robe over her shoulders, the towel still wrapped around her body. The Doctor sat and lifted her ankle so that her foot was resting in his lap, and he waved the sonic screwdriver around it. The towel had creeped up her thigh, and he tried to ignore the creamy flesh that he had just seconds ago been aching to touch.

Jack smirked at Rose. "Oh, Jack, stop it, nothing was going on, I just slipped and fell and thank goodness the Doctor heard me."

"Whatever you say, Rose. Just save the acrobatics for the bedroom."

"JACK!" Rose's face turned red, and the Doctor clicked off the screwdriver.

"It's just twisted. I've got a healing patch I can wrap around your ankle, but it'll still be sore for about 6 hours until the healing is done. You'll have to stay off of it until then."

"Stay in here for six hours?" she asked.

"No, I could carry you back to your room, if you prefer."

"Yes, please. I don't exactly like being in here."

The Doctor nodded while he wrapped a white piece of gauze around a sticky bandage on her ankle. "First though...I was wondering if you'd allow me to do an ultrasound scan...Jack and I figured if we could track the measurements for a few days, we could come up with a fairly accurate date...it'd at least let us know what kind of time we have to work with."

"Sure…" Rose squirmed a bit.

"Don't worry, Rose. This will only help us. And I promise it won't hurt." He took her hand, and she nodded. He turned, getting a small machine ready, and she watched him. His movements were swift and precise, but he looked tense. She felt Jack's gaze on her, and she looked up at him as he moved to stand by her shoulder.

"So, no sexytime in the shower? Why's his shirt wet, then?" He whispered to her.

"Jack! It's because I slipped in the shower."

"Doing what? Him?" He wagged his eyebrows again, and she smacked his arm.

"No! He wasn't even in there until I fell."

"Whatever you say…"

Rose looked at the Doctor, who was still working at the machine, and then looked back at Jack with a question in her eyes, and he knew her well enough to read it. "He hasn't slept, Rose. He's running on fumes, and he's worried about you."

"He can hear just fine, you know." The Doctor turned around. "And I'm fine. Rose. I'll get some sleep once I'm done here. Promise." He held up a wand coated in blue gel and looked at her awkwardly.

"Oh, you need to get to my stomach...uhm…" She looked down at the towel wrapped around her. "Here, I'll just wrap the robe around my top half and move this towel down….there." She laid back, baring her stomach. "Do your thing, Doctor." She smiled at him, trying to make him feel better, but it only made him feel worse. She was laying in the infirmary with a twisted ankle and numbered days, yet she was trying to make him feel better? He took a deep breath to steady himself before placing the wand on her stomach, gently moving it around while looking at the scan screen.

"Ah….Jack, you see that?" The Doctor pointed to a spot on the screen.

"Yessir."

"What?" Rose asked, lifting her head.

"That, Rose...that's the baby."

Rose looked closer. It took a second for her eyes to adjust to the fuzzy black and white picture, but suddenly she could make out the outline. "Oh my God…" she whispered.

The Doctor used his free hand to begin typing in commands, and white lines started appearing and disappearing around the sides of the blip on the screen. "Well…we've got two arms and two legs. Heartbeat is showing up in the normal range for a Time Lord, but unfortunately this thing won't give us a sound like human machines will."

"So the baby's a Time Lord?" Rose asked.

"Don't know yet. Won't truly know unless I could get a sample of the amniotic fluid, and since I consider this a high risk pregnancy, I don't feel comfortable enough to go poking around in there just for the sake of knowing."

"Too right, you are! I don't think I feel comfortable with you talking about poking around my bits!" Jack snickered beside her, and she glared at him.

"Well, you may have to...there's noone in the universe qualified to handle this, noone who has the knowledge that we do. When it's time, I'm going to have to…" the Doctor's voice cut off, and he closed his eyes, trying to stave off the images of his nightmares, of watching Rose die.

"Oh, bloody hell." Rose covered her face in embarassment. "Well, I don't suppose I'd care much once it happens, but still…"

The Doctor turned off the machine, handing her a paper towel to clean the gunk off of her stomach. She sat up, arranging her robe to cover her. "I'm going to take you to your room, but then I'm going to get the TARDIS ready to land. There's a planet called Cynorm, the university library there may have information that will help us, but it's farther than we've ever gone before. I promise I will get some sleep before we materialize, after I check on the TARDIS."

Rose nooded, and he scooped her up again. "Jack, could you get Rose some food? And some tea?"

"I'll be there in a bit, Rose." Jack winked at her before he left, and the Doctor carried her to her room.

Once she was covered up and propped up in her bed by her many pillows, she grabbed his hand, pulling him to sit down next to her. "Doctor, is everything...well, is everything okay with the baby?"

"From what I can tell on the scan, yes."

"Then why do you keep looking at me like you have bad news?"

The Doctor took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Rose, I just need some sleep. I'll be fine. There's nothing wrong that I can tell. I'm just worried about you."

"Doctor, don't lie to me. You're not okay, I can see it in your eyes."

"Don't worry about me, Rose." His thumb stroked circles into the back of her hand. "I'm not the one who may be dying."

"Doctor, I'm human. I'm going to die at some point or another, and you're going to have to deal with it. The universe needs you. I'm just a human."

"Rose, you're so much more than that," he snapped, "and don't you ever talk down about yourself like that again. You're not just some human."

Rose bit her lip at his harsh voice, but Jack appeared in the doorway before anything else could be said. The Doctor didn't look at her again, just squeezed her hand again before getting up and walking out.

"What did I just walk into?" Jack asked, handing her a steaming cup of tea.

Rose sighed. "Just me saying the wrong thing again. I'm worried about him."

"He's more worried about you. He's working so hard to figure this out, Rose." He handed her a plate of scrambled eggs and toast. "I think he's just annoyed that you're so worried about him, but you don't seem to care what happens to you."

"I do care, I just-"

"You don't care if you die on him."

"Jack...I don't want to die. I don't. But this baby...Jack, it's part of him, and I can't just give up."

"You're giving up on him."

"I'm not! Jack, I love him. I love him. I love him so much. But I'm never going to be enough for him. He doesn't love me, and I-"

"Don't you dare, Rose," Jack said, his voice deep and serious. "Right now, he's taking us to the other side of the universe to find a way to save you. No other human has ever had a man do that for them. So I don't want to hear you say he doesn't love you. There isn't a word strong enough for what he feels for you. Don't underestimate him. He's fighting so hard for you, Rose. He's going to fail if you don't fight, too. And if he fails and loses you…there's noone in the universe that can save us."

A sob burst from Rose's chest, and Jack took her plate from her and pulled her into his arms. "Hey, look, I'm sorry. It just kills me, sitting here and watching you both suffer so much. Neither one of you can see how much you love each other, and it's almost physically painful to watch. I didn't mean to be harsh, I'm only trying to help." He stroked her hair, letting her cry into his shoulder. "You and he probably have the most complicated relationship in existence. Romeo and Juliet have nothing on you two."

"Oh shut up, Jack."

"It's true. At least those two could admit to each other that they were in love."

"He doesn't feel the same, Jack."

"Then tell me honestly that nothing at all happened in that shower."

Rose thought of that kiss, when she was naked in the Doctor's arms, and blushed.

"Exactly."

"Jack...thanks for coming. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Damn straight." Jack nodded, laughing. "So, six hours...could do a movie marathon. TARDIS have any good movies?" he asked, reaching for the remote to her telly. She nodded, giggling, and settled herself against Jack as he clicked buttons, searching for the perfect movie to occupy her brain and keep her from worrying about the lonely Doctor.