Hallo! This chapter absolutely didn't want to be written. At first it included more Rose, then it had no Torchwood team, then I had a plot bunny attack me in the middle of the night so I had to rewrite the entire second half, then I remembered that the Eleventh Doctor had glasses...It was madness. ((Chibi!John: Madness? THIS...IS...DOCTOR WHO!!))

Only 2 reviews? Aww...

Kathryn Shadow: He doesn't mind that he's only six. Any attention to him is good attention.

rose4thedoctor4eva: Actually, I wrote that about...a month before Journey's End came out. I was just running through a list of computer geniuses that could work at Torchwood and Luke was at the top of the list. :D

Disclaimer: I only own Eleven, John and Gwen in this chapter. Not the franchise.

Chapter 10: Cardiff Adventures part 2

The Doctor held back a wide yawn as Martha looked back and forth between the x-rays she had taken. Why couldn't believe what he told them? She had insisted that she do a medical scan to see if he was telling the truth. He quietly stood up, smiling when Martha didn't turn around, and proceeded upstairs to the main Hub. He let out a low whistle, craning his neck back so that he could look at the ceiling. He could barely see it, it was so high above him. He heard a whooshing sound and let out a unbelievable laugh as the resident pterodactyl decided it was time to stretch it's wings a bit.

"Doctor?!" he heard Martha's voice, slightly panicked. He poked his head over the railing and looked down at her in the medical "room." She looked up and he waved, her mouth hanging open.

"You called?" the Doctor grinned as she pointed at him, her mouth working up and down but no sound coming out. The Doctor laughed as she ran up the stairs to look him in the eyes. She placed a hand on the left side of his chest, feeling his second heart. Her eyes widened and she stepped back.

"Hello Martha." the Doctor said softly. He held out his bag of jelly babies, offering Martha one. However, he didn't notice that Martha had balled up her fist until he had been punched in between the eyes, causing his glasses to fly off his face and render him unconscious.

When he came to a short while later, he was lying on a couch and Ianto was standing with a small smile, a cup and saucer of coffee in one hand and the Doctor's glasses in the other.

"Coffee sir?" Ianto asked politely. The Doctor's head was a bit scrambled, not entirely sure what had happened. He sat up and took the cup and his glasses. He placed his glasses back on his nose and began to drink the coffee. In the middle of taking a gulp, he coughed and sprayed coffee all over Ianto's nice clean suit.

"Martha Jones!! That cheeky little ape! Where is she?!" the Doctor stood up, looking wildly around for her. He noticed that he had gotten coffee all over Ianto and winced. "Sorry about the suit."

"It's not a problem, sir," Ianto replied, calmly taking a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiping his face off. He set the tray down on a side table near the off-white couch. "Martha went upstairs to have a word with Jack. They should be back any moment."

The Doctor nodded in thanks and sat back down of the couch as Ianto walked off to talk with Luke. He took another sip of the coffee, savoring it. It was the best coffee he had ever had. And that was saying something coming from an alien who was almost a thousand years old. The Doctor took another look around the Hub, noticing how industrial and makeshift it looked compared to Torchwood London. Drab grey concrete was everywhere, wiring was exposed, and he could faintly smell the stink of sewage.

Even stranger, he could feel...something at the back of his mind. He wasn't too sure what it was, but he felt like he should know. It felt like something...someone, someone curious. Whatever...whoever it was, they had to have incredible telepathic ability if the Doctor was able to pick it up in Cardiff, what with the rift and all. It almost felt like...No. No, he was just imagining things now. It almost felt like a Time Lord's psychic pattern, but he could let himself get excited over it. It was most likely residual energy from the Master. But the problem with that was that that happened years ago. The pattern would've faded long before...

So what was it?

"Doctor!" He heard Rose's voice and turned. She was walking down a series of steps coming from the fake office aboveground. The Doctor smiled, forgetting the strange feeling at the back of his mind as Rose walked over and sat down next to him. He wrapped an arm around her and gave her a quick kiss on the head.

"What have you been doing?" Rose asked him. The Doctor shrugged.

"Well, I got arrested, thrown into a cell next a Weevil and then punch in the face by Martha," he said casually. Then he perked up. "Speaking of, where is that cheeky ape? I have a few choice words for her."

"Rose!" Both of their heads turned to see a young boy come running towards them, his wild hair sticking straight out. His eyes were sparkling as he stopped in front of them. He opened his mouth, but noticed the Doctor. His already wide eyes grew wider, his mouth moving but no words coming out.

"Doctor, this is John. Jack has been raising him and his sister. John, this is the Doctor."

The Doctor smiled and held hand out. John stared at his hand before running off. The Doctor blinked confusedly.

"That's strange. He couldn't stop talking on the ride here from the school," Rose said. The Doctor looked at her with raised eyebrows. School? Did the boy live here?

"Who exactly was that Rose?" he asked, looking back at the boy who was whispering with a girl his age. The two children looked at him as the Doctor spoke. The Doctor felt the strange static feeling at the back of his mind return, this time a bit stronger. It lingered at the edges of his mind, curious and hesitant. Could it be those two children?

"That was John. The girl next to him is his twin sister. They don't look too much alike do they?"

The Doctor shook his head absentmindedly, still watching the children who were now arguing with each other, waving their arms around angrily. Rose was talking now, something about them blowing a computer up or something, but the Doctor wasn't listening. He was totally focused on the twins. The strange static feeling became softer, becoming a quiet hum. It was like the feeling was alive in a way. It felt like part of it was carefully starting to feel it's way closer to his own mind. A bit too close for real comfort. The Doctor mentally raised a barrier, and saw the boy's eyes grow even wider.

Curiosity killed the cat, you know. The Doctor chided them in his mind. He smirked as he saw the children flinch and stare at him. Then they both ran off. Jack came around the corner and waved. Rose and the Doctor gave him a friendly wave back. The Doctor noted the slight surprise he saw in Jack's pale blue eyes, but it was gone in an instant. Jack walked over and sat across from the Doctor, the small table creaking ever-so-slightly.

"Doctor. Looking good," Jack said playfully. He looked at Rose and nodded towards the front of the Hub. "The pizza's ready. I need to have a word with the Doctor. Alone."

"It's alright Rose. Go on," the Doctor said, pulling her to her feet as he stood up. "I want to ask Jack something as well."

"Who are they?" the Doctor asked the second Jack closed the door to his office behind him. Jack sighed, shrugging off his long coat at placing it on the coat rack near the door. He sat down behind his desk, raising his eyebrows at the Doctor, who was standing at the window and staring through the blinds at the group sitting around the dining table eating.

"It's a long story," Jack said, scratching his nose absentmindedly. The Doctor looked at him, his green eyes glinting.

"Then start talking." he said evenly. Jack motioned the Doctor to sit. He remained standing by the window. How to put this gently? Jack thought. He shrugged and dived in.

"They're your children."

The Doctor raised an eyebrow at him, skepticism plain on his face.

"Right. And that nice Ianto man is my brother. Really, Jack. Be serious,"

"Doctor. I'm dead serious," Jack opened his desk drawer and pulled out a thick folder, placing it on his desk in front of the Doctor. The Doctor narrowed his eyes at Jack as he sat down across from him and flipped open the folder. The Doctor began reading, his eyebrows furrowing as he pushed his glasses up his nose. His mouth dropped open.

Everyone around the table, most with pizza in their mouths, nearly choked as they heard shouts coming from Jack's office. They looked at each other, shrugged and went back to eating. John and his sister looked at each other, fairly sure what just happened in the office. John cleared his throat.

"May Gwen and I be excused?" he asked politely, looking at Ianto. Ianto nodded, and the twins hopped out of their chairs.

The Doctor stared at the x-rays and lab reports with his mouth hanging open. It was impossible! It was insane! It was impossible! It was incredible! But most of all, it was impossible!

"This is impossible!" he told Jack for the eighth time since he had pulled the thick file from a drawer in his desk. Jack rolled his eyes.

"That's what I said when their mother told me three years ago,"

"Their mother?" the Doctor looked up. Jack nodded.

"Yep. Their mother. Why? Did you think they appeared out of thin air?"

"No, usually Time Lords are loomed..." the Doctor mumbled. "Who's their mother? It can't be Rose. Is it Rose? Oh dear Rassilon, it is Rose isn't it? It can't be Rose! Could it? No, it couldn't be. We never...Did we? No! We didn't! So how...?"

Jack almost laughed at the utterly confused look on the Doctor's face. He would have if it were any other situation, but he merely sighed. He knew he was going to have to explain, but actually expected it to be when the twins were older, when he had more time to think it over. But, of course, the universe had other plans. Decided to drop the pair of them in Jack's lap.

There was a quiet knock, and the door creaked open a few inches. John and Gwen poked their heads in, John with a sheepish smile on his face.

"Can we come in?" John asked. The Doctor stared at the children as Jack waved them in. John shut the door behind them and they stood near Jack's desk, Gwen eying the Doctor. The Doctor tried to smile at them. He really tried, but his mouth turned into a grimace rather than a friendly and assuring smile. As he studied the children, he was slightly suprized that he recognized some features from his two previous incarnations in the children. The girl, Gwen, had almost identical blue eyes as his ninth self, as well as her air of defense and those ears couldn't be missed. John, on the other hand, looked nearly identical to his previous self, with the exception of the color of his wild hair. He had the same wide brown eyes and smug confidence that seemed to emanate off of him.

"So, you're the Doctor?" Gwen asked, her northern accent seeming quite loud in the small office. The Doctor nodded, still a bit nonplussed. John's eyes widened as he stepped a bit closer to the Doctor. John reached in his pocket and pulled out a small paper bag. He held it out for the Doctor.

"Do you want a jelly baby?"