A/N: Sorry about the short chapter, but after the end of the last one, I thought it was cruel to keep you waiting. Enjoy!

All of this for nothing, Rose thought as she realized where the voice was coming from. All the pain, all the heartache. All the care I've taken to protect this child inside of me. All the hope for a future with the Doctor. All for nothing.

Rose braced herself for the fatal shock that would come when the Dalek chose to execute her and Mickey. But the impact never came.

"Exterminate… Must… Exterminate," cried the Dalek pitifully. Rose had her eyes shut tight, still waiting for the blow that wouldn't come.

"Rose…" Mickey said, sounding amazed. "Look. Rose, it can't hurt us!" Rose looked up in time to see Mickey running toward a large cage. A sign hung above the metal bars; it read: DLK021. She supposed that's what Mickey had seen on the Torchwood database – Dalek 21.

Rose moved cautiously toward the cage that held what appeared to be a disabled Dalek. It was missing its firing arm – the one that emits the fatal blue laser. It didn't have its sucker limb, either. In fact, both appeared to have been crudely removed from the Dalek's metal casing.

"What happened to you," asked Rose, intrigued. Daleks always seemed to take a liking to her; she reckoned she was the only human to ever have had a conversation with one.

"Humans…" the Dalek cried. "Humans did this to me!" The Dalek rammed itself against the metal bars. "Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate!" But, nothing happened.

Rose gave one last pitying look at the Dalek. Turning to Mickey, she commanded "Let's go. We've got a void ship to find."

Rose and Mickey searched every door in the basement, but with no luck. They had just returned from a rather large room full of what Mickey insisted must've been space toilets. Rose thought he was being ridiculous – they looked much too complex to be used as a loo.

As the two were arguing over the purpose of the complicated machines, they heard the fast rapping of shoes against cement as Jake came flying into the hallway. "We've found it!"

The five of them – well, five and a half – stood before the giant sphere floating in the center of the room. "Rose…," Jackie began timidly, "Does this mean?"

She had been keeping her composure thus far, but as her mother spoke those words, Rose fell to her knees sobbing. The hope that had been growing inside her amplified, sending tears down her cheeks as a grin formed on her face. "Yes, Mum, yes it does!" she choked out between sobs. "I get to see him again! I get to see –"

Rose stopped. With a stunned look on her face, she stared down at the round protrusion of her belly. Shyly, she brought a hand to her abdomen. Concerned, Jackie took a step toward her daughter. "Rose, what is it? Is everything alright?"

"Mum…" Rose began. Jackie could see that Rose was smiling, and the momentary panic she had experienced passed. Rose was beaming. "Mum, the baby kicked."

Jackie recalled the first time she had felt Rose move within her own body, and how it had been the first time she felt the strong love of motherhood for her daughter. "Oh, sweetheart," she said tenderly. She wrapped her arms around her daughter, though Rose didn't reciprocate – her hands were both planted on her belly, feeling the movements of the little half-human inside her womb.

Jackie placed her hand gently on Rose's round belly. After a moment, she felt a slight twitch against her hand; she immediately recognized it as the foot of a tiny baby beating against the walls of its home. "Oh, Rose," was all Jackie could say as she felt her grandchild's movements.

"Pete, come here!" Jackie called to her husband. Jake and Mickey hung back awkwardly as Pete moved forward toward Rose. A daughter and a grandchild in less than a year – this was getting to be too much for him. But still, he was grateful to be a part of their lives.

"Go on, feel it! It's your grandchild too," Jackie encouraged, seeing the hesitant expression on Pete's face. He followed his wife's directions and placed his hand next to hers. Soon, he felt the thump of a tiny foot colliding with his hand. "Oh my God, I'm going to be a grandfather.

Rose looked up, her hazel eyes glowing with happy tears. "I think the baby knows," Rose explained. "I think he –"

"Or she!" Jackie piped in.

Rose shot her mother a scathing look. "I think he knows he gets to meet his father."