A/N: Woot! Woot! Chapter 8!

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Warnings: There is a childbirth scene. It's not graphic or anything, but it's painful and might be hard for some people to read.


Rose screamed. Pain shot through her whole body, a horrible, unbelievable pain. Like a knife ripping through her hips and abdomen. Every muscle straining like a rubber band stretched to its breaking point. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision. They streamed down her cheeks like a river, drying up on her skin and leaving a salty residue.

"Doctor!" She screamed again, even though she knew it was hopeless.

The woman above her chuckled, and the sound of her voice was like a chill down her spine. "Your precious little Doctor can't hear you, child. He doesn't even know where you are."

The weight of her words sent another wave of pain through her body. If she wasn't in so much pain, if she were capable of coherent thought, she would consumed by the fear of the fact that she had no idea where she was. The last thing she remembered was the Doctor pointing the sonic screwdriver at her, a solemn look weighing down his features, and grimly saying "I'm sorry", and then suddenly being here, full-term pregnant, with the mysterious woman who had been haunting her for so long literally watching over her.

Another wave of pain rolled through her. She gritted her teeth and suppressed a scream as the cacophony of pain consumed her. Where was the Doctor? She wanted the Doctor, she needed him by her side. To at least know he was there, to feel his presence, that would provide some sort of comfort. But he wasn't there. She had no hand to hold, no one to whisper to her that everything would be alright. She didn't even know where she was.

More pain ripped through her body. She tossed her head back, screaming out for someone, anyone. She was scared. So scared, and so alone, and in so much pain. Sweat and tears dripped down her face and mingled together. Her muscles ached, her stomach felt like there was a knife cutting through it, and her whole body felt like it was being torn apart.

It went on for hours.

Rose had no way of keeping time, but she knew her labor lasted for hours. Minute after minute of pure and blinding pain. Horrendous, horrifying pain. Like nails clawing through her muscles, like tendons being ripped apart, bones shattering. It was horrible. And the way that woman stared down at her, it was as if she enjoyed watching her writhe in pain. It was humiliating.

Finally, after hours and hours of searing, horrifying pain, a baby began to cry.


The Doctor charted the coordinates to his next location, fingers slow and methodical, muscles tight as he tried to restrain his rage.

He was angry.

No, more than that, he was furious.

They took her. They took Rose. Right out from under his nose, they just took her, and they replaced her with a Flesh copy. And now she was in some hospital, alone, terrified, and in labor. She was probably screaming for him while he stood there in the TARDIS. She had no idea where she was, only that she was giving birth. He should have realized it sooner. It was his fault, he was the one who denied it all that time when he knew something was wrong. Right from the beginning, with the strange pregnancy test, he should have known she had been replaced with a Flesh duplicate. And then the woman with the eye patch, that should have been a dead giveaway. Yet he had been too much of a coward to do anything, he didn't want to imagine that something bad happened to Rose. His Rose. And now not only did they have Rose, they had his child. His and Rose's child. They were planning to use it no doubt for its mixed DNA. Half-human, half-Time Lord. The perfect weapon. They were going to turn a child into a weapon. And he had no doubt they were going to take it away from Rose. As if she wasn't already going through enough pain, there was worse still to come. He had to get there before they took the baby away.

It wasn't hard for him to pinpoint the location where the signal to the Flesh had been projected. He was able to track the signal from the Flesh. The location was an asteroid in the 52nd Century known as Demon's Run. His best guess was that Rose was there. Unfortunately, he couldn't just go and get her. No, Demon's Run was a military base. The Doctor was going to have to do something he had never done before.

He was going to gather an army.

He was going to go to war.


Rose didn't get to see her baby when it was born. Instead, two women came in, one of them grabbing the baby and quickly exiting the room, without even announcing whether it was a boy or a girl. The shrill cries of the baby slowly dimmed, sending panic coiling through her bones. If every muscle in her body weren't completely numb, she would have lifted her head and screamed for them to bring her baby back. They would let her see it, wouldn't they? Icy chills shot through her blood as she began to wonder if they intended to take the baby away from her. They wouldn't do that. They couldn't do that.

"Can I see my baby?" She said to the other woman, who was filling a syringe with some sort of clear liquid. "What's that?"

The woman did not answer her, but rather simply pierced her arm with the needle. Pain erupted in her arm, like fire roaring through her muscles, then it melted into an icy stiffness. After a few seconds, the weakness in her body began to alleviate a little.

"Please, can't I see it?" She pleaded as she gasped for breath, her chest heaving up and down. "Please? Please?"

"Get up." The woman said blankly, helping Rose sit up off the table and press her feet to the floor.

The stark white floor was cold, and she stumbled a little as she slid off the table. Her legs were still limp from exhaustion, and putting weight on them made her entire body feel like it was about to collapse. She looked towards the door where they had taken her baby, and felt a twisting pain in her chest. She didn't even know if it was a boy or a girl. The way the women had taken away the baby without even telling her the sex of it made her worry what intentions they had for her child. Of course, from the moment she had woken up in this place she had pretty much known whoever these people were, they weren't her friends, and they certainly didn't seem to be in league with the Doctor. She had been kidnapped. She didn't know how or when, but she had been kidnapped. She had no doubt it was to get a hold of her baby. And that made her mind go to horrible, terrifying places as she thought of what they could do to her baby.

"Please, can I just see my baby?" She begged, slowly sauntering towards the open door. "Can't you at least tell me if it's a boy or a girl?"

"It's a girl." The woman replied sharply, guiding her into another white room.

A girl. For a second, all the bad feelings seemed to go away, all the fear and the worry, and suddenly Rose was filled with elation as she finally began to realize that she know had a daughter. Her own little daughter. She was a mother now. For a moment, things began to seem like they would finally be okay.

"You can get washed up in here." The woman said. "There's fresh clothes over there."

The room was small, with a sink with a mirror over it, a small white chair in one corner, and in the other there was a small bench with a large, white button-down shirt and matching pants laid across it. A toothbrush and hairbrush laid on the edge of the sink.

"When can I see my daughter?" Rose said, turning to face the woman. "I will get to see her, right?"

The woman, whose pale face had remained flat and emotionless the entire time, softened a little, into a look that seemed to be a mixture of sympathy and guilt. "Yes, now hurry and wash up."


Rose quickly changed into the shirt and pants, which were surprisingly comfortable. She splashed cold water on her face and quickly analyzed herself in the mirror. She wore no makeup, her skin had a sickly pallor to it, and her hair was a wavy, stringy mess of full of askew strands. She looked awful, to say the least. Like she had just been brought back from the dead. It made her wonder how long she'd been in this place and never even knew.

After she washed up, she was taken through a hallway. At first, she had thought this place was some sort of hospital, but now as she was taken through the dark, metallic hallways, it seemed more like a prison. The cold air nipped at her skin, making goose bumps rise in her flesh. She shivered constantly, but her mind was focused on seeing her daughter now. She had been thinking of names during her long walk through the hallway. Olivia was a nice name. Annabelle was pretty, too. Elizabeth, maybe. She could be called Libby for short. As she walked through that hallway, trying to decide on a name, there was sense of dread swimming inside her. She had a sickening feeling that the time spent with her new daughter would only be temporary. But she didn't want to think that, though. And even if it was intended to be temporary, she remembered the Doctor's promise to her before she woke up in this place. He'd promised he'd find her and her baby. He would come for them. Surely he would, he had to, he was the Doctor. And this was his daughter, too. He had to come.


She was ushered into a large, somewhat oval-shaped room, with a gigantic window that overlooked some sort of military-looking area below, full of men and women in camouflage uniforms and strange cloaked figures that sent chills down Rose's spine. The ceiling, walls, and floor were, not surprisingly, all white. There wasn't any furniture in the room, but there were two staircases that led to the upper area where the door was.

Rose was told to wait in there, and that in a few minutes they would bring in her daughter. She stood in there for what felt like hours, waiting, her eyes locked on the door, hoping that they would slide open and in would walk someone with her daughter. She still hadn't come up with a name. She liked Eve, that was pretty. But so was Isabella. Or Claire. Still, she wished the Doctor could be with her, and they could decide on the name together. But that didn't seem to be possible at the moment. Her only consolation was that she knew he was looking for her. He would overturn the whole universe if he had to. There was a reason he was called the Oncoming Storm.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, a woman walked in with a child wrapped in a white blanket in her arms. Rose broke into a smile, her first smile in a long time. She ran towards the woman, who gently passed the baby to her, and offered her a kind congratulations.

Rose looked down at her daughter.

She was the most perfect thing she had ever seen.

She was small, her skin still mottled and heavily tinged with pink. Her eyes, which were wide open and darting around the room as if they were trying to take in her surroundings as quickly as they could, were a deep shade of dark brown, just like the Doctor's. Her head was covered in fuzzy wisps of brown hair, which made her look even more like the Doctor.

"Wow, you look just like your dad." Rose said with a soft laugh, tears welling up in her eyes.

So this was what it was like to become a mother. She had heard so many times about how wonderful it felt to hold your baby for the first time. But she had never imagined it would feel this amazing. Looking down at her daughter, cradling her close to her chest, she realized she had created this child. This little girl had been living inside her, and now she was holding her in her arms. She never wanted to let go of her. Not ever, not in a million years. This was her baby.

And then, suddenly, the perfect name came to her.

"Sophie." She said, smiling so wide her cheeks were aching. "Sophie Tyler."

Then she heard the doors slide open.

Rose looked up, and saw the woman with the eye patch strolling in.

Instinctively she took a step back and hugged Sophie closer to her chest, her heart accelerating into spasmodic convulsions. "Who are you?"

The woman simply smirked, with a smugness that made Rose want to hit her. "What a pretty child. What's her name?"

Her words sounded as if they were meant to be friendly, but there was absolutely nothing friendly about her voice.

"You didn't answer my question." Rose said in between gritted teeth, stepping back even more now.

"Fine. My name is Madame Kovarian." The woman announced, the thin corners of her lips still upturned in a devious smirk. "Now, tell me, what is your daughter's name?"

Rose opened her mouth, her lips trembling a little. It was hard to get the words out, like her voice was suddenly gone. "Sophie. Sophie Tyler."

Saying her name to Madame Kovarian felt like a betrayal to her daughter, as if she had just sold her to some stranger or left her on a doorstep. She tried to remain calm, but a lump was growing in her throat and her eyes were hot with unshed tears.

"What a perfect name." Madame Kovarian said.

Rose looked down at Sophie, and felt nothing but sheer guilt and pain. "Why are you doing this?"

"Miss Tyler, your daughter is half-human half-Time Lord." She said slowly, her gaze locking unsettlingly on Sophie, which made Rose pull her daughter towards her chest protectively. "As you can imagine, that gives her abilities no other creature possesses. And I intend to use those abilities. Your daughter will become the greatest weapon in the history of warfare."

"No!" Rose cried out, backing away quickly. "My baby is not a weapon."

Looking down at Sophie once more, more guilt began to wrench at her heart. No, this couldn't be happening. They couldn't turn a child into a weapon. It was sick, it was wrong. Oh no, she was crying. She didn't like crying, she didn't want to cry, not now, not in front of her daughter. She was stronger than this, she wasn't a crier. She hated herself right now. She was crying in front of her daughter. This wasn't her.

"But she will become one." Madame Kovarian replied snidely. "Just give us time, and she will."

"You can't have her." Rose snapped, wishing now more than ever that the Doctor was with her.

This seemed to irritate Kovarian, and her thin lips twisted into a frown. "You should be thankful we're letting you have your time with her before she's gone. Some people wanted to remove her from you immediately."

Anger began to boil inside her. Yes, she was angry. Very, very angry. It started out as a dull flicker and grew into a roaring conflagration of hate and rage. "You're not taking her away! I won't let you."

"You have no choice." Kovarian said, then started up the staircase towards the door. "So I suggest you enjoy the time with her you have left."


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