Disclaimer: Do not own. Never in a million years, wish I did though.

AN: Back in the swing of things now, what with baby sleeping a bit better now I can get some more rest which means more fic, whoop!

AN2: This was bound to happen sooner or later with me.

Everything was fine for a long while, well fine as fine can be when the Doctor and Master are involved, aside from the odd capture and escape everything had been hunky dory and that never lasted long, the Master had contracted some sort of unidentifiable illness on one of the planets they'd visited, he was currently soaking wet with sweat lying on a the medical bed naked shivering with a fever.

"Now I'm going to give you something to reduce your temperature." The Doctor said producing a large needle.

"Oh God. Please no, I'll do anything, even take medicine, not that."

"I haven't got anything else."

"Fuck. Oh god I'm so hot."

"I know you are."

"Thanks, I meant temperature wise. What's wrong with me?"

"I've got your blood sample under the microscopic analyser, the results should be printing in a minute."

"Why's it always me?"

"I don't know."

The Doctor put the tip of the needle to the Master's arm and pushed it in, pushing the plunger down as soon as it was in the right place, he withdrew it as quick as he could because he knew the Master hated needles, he really had to get his medical gun fixed, it would have been a lot less painful.

"Fucking hate you."

"No you don't."

"No. You've made me a wimp."

"I haven't."

Before the Master could argue some more the printer sprung to life and he was trying to get up and look at what they said but found himself to weak and in riddled with pain to move.

"I'm aching."

"That injection will help, give it a couple of minutes and you can go and lay down in bed with something trashy to read and some soup."

"Oh not soup again. Look can I have something other than soup and now I'm ill again don't treat me like a child this time, if you do have to give me soup can you ditch the soldiers this time and no straws with my drinks."

"Aww but they're the best when you're ill and for your information you're not ill, well not really."

"Doctor I have a fever, I'm aching all over and every time I try and move it feels like my limbs have been tied to wild animals and they've all run in different directions, you cannot tell me I'm fine. The machine is obviously wrong."

"No it's not, it makes perfect sense now I think about it."

It was then the Master noticed the Doctor looked a little stunned at the results.

"What is it? Give it here."

The Doctor handed it over and went to lean against the wall before he fell over, lucky the Master was already lying down or he'd be on the floor.

"I...This can't be. This has got to be wrong, we...I..No..."

"Master..."

"What?" he answered quietly.

"I don't know what to say...Sorry."

"Can you leave me alone for a minute please?"

The Doctor nodded and left the room trusting his husband not to do anything rash and stupid.

Once he was gone the Master scoffed in shock.

"I'm pregnant. I didn't intend for me to get pregnant, it was supposed to be him."

Hours passed and the Doctor hadn't moved from his spot in the kitchen, his tea long since cold, he was in shock and his mind kept reeling back to before the Time War, how it had been with his family then. He'd been a terrible father, or so the council deemed him, not to mention his wife, even back then the only one who understood was the Master, despite their differences they always understood each other.

The Doctor was jerked out of his thoughts by the Master coming in wearing his dressing gown and a pair of boxers.

"We need to talk."

"I know, I just want you to know how sorry I am and any decision you make I'll still love you."

"Doctor."

"Hmm..."

"What are you talking about?"

"Aren't you, you know...I'm not going to say it because it upsets me."

"I'm not going to get rid of it, when I said we need to talk I meant about what's going to happen now. Because we can't keep gallivanting here there and everywhere when I'm pregnant because I can't be exposed to Time Travel, I think that's why I didn't pick up on the symptoms before but the past couple of weeks we've slowed down a little bit so I've started noticing, that's why I thought I was ill. I mean I should have known I was pregnant."

"Yeah. So you're not going to get rid of it?"

"No I'm not. I think we should go and meet our baby, what do you think?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well you've got an ultrasound scanner haven't you?"

"Oh yeah."

The Master took hold of the Doctor's hand and pulled him down to the infirmary.

"Master."

"Yes?"

"Aren't you mad that I got you pregnant?"

"I was a little peeved off at first but then I thought it's no difference, not really. Besides the baby is safer with me. You can go off on your own because I know you have that itch to run off and save planets despite how much you know I hate that, I'm happy to stay in and watch the Tellytubbies."

"But we can't go anywhere, I mean in Time."

"I had thought of that. I was thinking we could go back and see Titorian on Managuam Ten."

"You think he'd put us up until you give birth?"

"Yeah, we got married there didn't we...well sort of."

"No harm in asking, we'll just say it's unsafe for you to travel anymore and we'd greatly appreciate it if he'd allow us to stay until you give birth."

"See, sound plan. Now ultrasound me, getting impatient here."

The Doctor started the scanner and both Time Lords tried to locate the baby which was difficult due to the fact the Master wasn't far along enough to show, so they had nothing but the very miniscule tug on their minds to guide them.

"Down a bit, left...I said left you burke."

"I did go left."

"My left. See this is why it'd be easier if you were beside me, not all the way down there."

Once they'd located the baby they both smiled, despite still being slightly peeved that he was being weakened even further by being a technical 'mother' the Master was actually looking forward to it.

"Our little baby."

"Hmm...Very little. Difficult to say how far you are, I'd have to read up on it before I could say." The Doctor said looking at the screen.

"I'm around six weeks, give or take."

"How do you know?"

And with peacock like pride the Master grinned and said.

"Because I'm Mum."

AN3: PLEASE READ FOLLOWING STATEMENT. This chapter is the final for 'Newlyweds' but I am liking the idea too much to abandon it so there will be a follow on called 'The Dawning of A New Era'

Thank you all ever so much for reading x