The Doctor looked up at the ceiling as Rose slept soundly beside him. A baby. He and Rose were going to be parents. He was happy and as excited as she was but now that he was alone, and in the dark he was plagued with doubts. What if something happened to Rose or to the baby or to both? There were so many things that were harmful, both domestic and foreign.
His body tugged him into a fitful sleep as his mind swirled with nightmares.
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"How is everyone feeling today?"
The Doctor sat slumped in his seat, glaring at the therapist who reminded him greatly of Professor Umbridge. The group gave a mumble and she smiled turning to him. "Chris. You didn't answer. How are you?"
The Doctor said nothing. Just glared at her with his steel blue eyes.
"Why don't you want to talk? That's why you are here. To talk."
Walter looked from the Doctor to the therapist. Everyone hated her. She was condescending and an alienphobe but she was the ticket out of Torchwood and into the real world. Without her telling the bosses they were safe and able to fit in they couldn't begin their lives. The Doctor knew this and fought it every single step of the way. Unless she asked him a direct question he never spoke a word and even then he kept it to a few words.
"I don't like you." The Doctor said, his voice steel and low.
"Why don't you like me?"
This only answer was another shrug.
She shifted in her seat and everyone knew. It was on. "You look tired. Did you sleep well?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Nightmare."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No." Those packed a punch. Harsh and cold as ice they effected everyone except Umbridge.
"Why not?"
"Because it is none of your fucking business what my nightmares are." He unleashed the very special Oncoming Storm glare on her. "Leave me alone."
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In the middle of the night Pete was finally heading back upstairs to his wife after finishing the evil that is known as paperwork. As he passed by Rose's and the Doctor's room (he had written it in the corner of the sign) he heard something. Not a sex something (which was far more often then he liked. He was still her father after all.) It sounded like…singing?
Placing his hand on the door he pushed it open just a crack.
The Doctor had his head rested on top of Rose's stomach, his arms wrapped around her, eyes half open and looking more than half asleep. Rose was propped up against the headrest stroking his hair and humming and singing lightly to him.
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Rose didn't even look up as the door gave a click as Pete closed it. The Doctor had been filled with angst and worry all day and she had learned things from traveling with him. A key to making him feel better was to not demand an answer or ask questions. He was a person who would tell you when the time was right about what he was feeling and what he was thinking.
She could tell the minute that he fell asleep because the muscles in his neck and shoulders relaxed and his breathing evened out. Rose smiled and decided. Tomorrow would be 'Take-your-girlfriend-to-school' day.
