Saw this and had to write it down...:

Rose is blonde,

The Tardis is blue,

If it's my last chance to say it,

Rose Tyler, I...

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Chapter 6

The Doctor was warm and cozy, drifting in and out of a doze. Way far back in his mind he noted that someone must have wrapped him up snugly in the blankets. Not that he would get cold either way. He could hear something moving around in the distance, and felt a warm touch on his forehead. He didn't stay awake long enough to evaluate it.

It was the sound of his shower that brought him out of his dormant state. He sat up groggily, shaking out his hair. He looked towards the bathroom and sure enough there was steam coming out from the door. Getting up, he lumbered over to the bathroom, not even bothering to get dressed. He walking into the room and saw a silhouette through the foggy glass enclosing the shower. Just watching Rose he felt the telltale warmth of arousal pass through him. He opened the glass door and walked into the shower, hugging his pink and yellow human from behind. He felt her melt into him, and she turned around so that they were facing each other.

"Gotten over your moral dilemma, have you?" she smirked.

"No," he replied, placing a strand of wet hair behind her ear, "I've just decided that I might as well go down in flames, since there's no going back."

With that, he pushed her up to the wall and crushed his lips to hers. His hand traveled down to her thigh, and he hitched her leg up around his hip. His other hand did the same, so that both her legs were around him. Once they were, he quickly adjusted so that he was in her and had her. Roughly. This was not the Doctor she was quite used to. Her Doctor usually always put her needs before his own. This Doctor was taking what he wanted, no questions asked. And the thing is, she liked it. He was opening up to her. She knew, because she felt something in her mind, a soft brush of consciousness. It had to be the Doctor. He told her once that mind sharing was something of an intimate action with his people. Sacred. It held more importance than a marriage. Then again, this could be him being so out of it that he was accidentally playing with her mind. Whatever it was, she didn't want him to stop.

Once they had finished, the Doctor took a sponge and squirted some strange soap on it while Rose leaned on the wall, panting. He came over and hugged her close, then started washing her back. As the scent of the soap filled the room, Rose vaguely realized that it smelled very much like the Doctor. I'm gonna smell like him now... she mused, running her lips up his jawline. A sigh escaped him and he swallowed with difficulty, fighting down another wave of arousal.

They were soon clean and out of the shower. The Timelord wrapped a fluffy navy blue towel low around his waist and rubbed his hair rather violently with another to dry it. He ran his fingers through his hair, feeling too lazy to get a comb. He left Rose to play around with the strange soaps and creams that he had collected over the years. That would keep her busy enough so that he could scan her. He hadn't been able to do so when she got in, what with all the... well, he just didn't. He went into the room and walked to the dresser. He took out a clean shirt, not wanting to find his other one, and got dressed.

"You know," he called to the human in the bathroom, "it seems to be only my clothes that end up all over. Yours are just by the bed..."

"Well, didn't want to look for them like you are now..." she peeked out of the door, giving him that tongue-in-her-teeth smile. He just snorted and shook his head, effectively spraying the floor with water despite his attempts at drying it earlier.

Once his bow tie was secured around his neck, he set off towards the console room. Reaching the screen, he punched in the command for a complete scan on Rose. While it loaded, he check their position, knowing the TARDIS would have departed automatically from Pete's World after a while. Stroking a lever lovingly, he whispered "I'm sorry..." He should have made sure they were out of that place before hand. It wasn't certain that she would have left. He could have cause a very big jumble of... things that weren't good. Like universes collapsing. Very not good indeed.

The console "dinged" and showed the results. Reading through them, he saw that everything was normal. Vitals, health, all fine. However, there were traces of time energy in her that were not supposed to be there. Of course, her years of exposure in the TARDIS would have had some effect, but not this much. Frowning, he scanned through the rest. It all looked fine. Except for the part at the bottom. The Timelord's hearts dropped, and he felt as if the wind had been kicked out of him.

Blood Pressure: Normal

Heart Rate: Normal

General Health: Normal

Pregnancy: Positive

He stumbled back into the rail behind him. No, surely not. It was absolutely impossible. Of course you don't know that, you idiot. He told his brain to shut up. How many Timelord-Human relationships have there been? Your species swore to observe and never interfere. How could you know if it weren't possible? "Please," he begged, "please, just be quiet..."

"Who ya talking to, then?"

He didn't even bother turning around. He needed time... time to at least compose himself. Clearing the screen, he walked over to the couch close to the console and dropped himself in it. His energy had just vanished from existence. Once more, he ruined someone's life. Rose walked up the stairs and over to him, plopping herself down on his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck. Pecking him on the lips, she looked at him with a slight frown on her face. "Doctor, what's the matter?"

Where could he even start? He couldn't hide this from her, it was her life. But how could he explain this? How could he tell her how dangerous it was for a human, being as fragile they were. The gigantic burst of time energy at birth would kill her. Knowing that he could not hide his emotions from her, he let his head fall into his hand. He'd condemned the woman he loved because of his own selfish need. But there was monster inside him that was smug at the thought of being a father. Oh, how he hated himself.

"Doctor?" her voice was quieter, gentler. She knew that she shouldn't push him to tell her something, that he'd tell her in his own time, but she felt a small worm of worry passing through her heart. She brought up a hand to play with the still damp hair on the back of his hair, and leaned down to kiss the crown of his gratefully leaned into her touch, taking all the comfort he needed. Domestics, this was what happened when he tried it. He sniffled a bit and realized he'd been crying. He quickly wipe away the stray tears and straightened up, leaning back on the chair. He looked at the ground and mumbled "I don't want to tell you."

"Well, you don't have to, if you don't want to." she murmured, but she was honestly burning to know what had the Doctor in such a shape. She wanted to knock whoever or whatever did this' teeth out. She stopped the plans for revenge when he finally looked up with her. His eyes were slightly red, and there, in his eyes, were several emotions warring against each other for dominance. Pain, self-hatred, sadness. Just seeing him like this made her want to cry.

He swallowed the thick lump that was forming in his throat, and whispered in agony "I'm sorry Rose, I'm so, so sorry." He hugged her close, no wanting to see her face when she knew what this was about. "I just want you to know that I love you so much. There isn't a person in the universe, no, in existence that could love somebody more than I do you..."

This felt horribly like a goodbye. Despite that, Rose still tried to lighten the mood. "I can think of one exception." she grinned half-heartedly. The Doctor decided not to start that argument right now. He took a deep breath, trying to settle himself. She sat up and looked into green eyes. The sadness in them was unbearable.

"You're pregnant."