"We're ready for you Doctor."
He pulled himself quickly out of Donna's lap and sat up.
"Time to go have a baby!" he cried, giddy with the subject. Donna gave him a tiny smile before standing and grabbing his hand, helping him to the birthing room while Martha led them there. They parted at the doorway and then Martha took over, helping the Doctor to the table. Then, the curtain was drawn, blocking the Doctor from view. Donna stood outside, before sinking into a plastic chair. Eventually, Martha exited, and sat next to her.
"Got kicked out?" Donna raised an eyebrow.
"Unfortunatly. We had to get Torchwood involved, because we don't have the tech to do the surgery."
Donna's eyes bugged. "Wait, does that mean that—"
Martha nodded deeply, slumping in the chair.
"It's going to be a very long wait then.." Donna mumbled, sure the two parties would want to catch up…
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The Doctor suddenly cried, causing Martha and Donna both to start in surprise. They both cast glances at each other, before snickering.