AN: Hey everyone here is the next chapter. I'm sorry it took so long to get up. There are more chapters on the way; possibly later today. It's more likely that it will be next week though.

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"You can see why I brought her here," he stated never looking away from Gwyn.

"I thought you were the last doctor?"

"So did I," he muttered glancing sideways at Rose. She stood there waiting silently, the worry evident in the crease of her brow, and the way she bit her lip.

"It seems she hit her head quite hard there is a bump on the back," Martha said running her hands gently across the back of Gwyn's head.

"What," Rose whispered moving to check. "Ohhhhhh..." she moaned tears starting to flow once her fingers found the bump.

"Rose," the Doctor placed a hand on her shoulder.

"You need to step away while I examine the girl miss."

Rose continued sobbing and not moving.

"Miss you need to move I need to make sure nothing else is wrong!" Martha said.

"Rose," he said a little louder pulling her away from where she stood hunched over Gwyn's lifeless body.

"Doctor you need to explain this child to me," the statement comes out as more of a demand than anything else.

"She's - " he started but was cut off by Rose.

"She is our daughter!" Rose said through her sobs.

"You didn't tell me you had a daughter" Martha continued to work on Gwyn. "Although that would explain the two hearts."

"I didn't know," he said it quietly, almost inaudibly.

"I've done all I can she may wake she may not," Martha said setting aside the stethoscope

"What do you mean she may not?" Rose asked anger mixing into her tears. "What the 'ell is wrong with her?!"

"Martha?!"

"I don't know it seems the bump is not something within my knowledge doctor."

"If I knew I wouldn't be here," he said.

"Doctor," Rose asked. "You said that she could heal herself, so why isn't she?"

"It's beyond her capabilities Rose. She is still only a child. Minor scrapes and bruises are nothing, but she is unconscious. She can't heal something that she doesn't understand."

"If she wakes it will be a good sign but we need to know how she got the bump."

"I don't know," Rose admitted. "Mum was watching her and she was in the other room. We only heard the scream."

"You can find out can't you; you have a time machine."

"We can't cross our own timeline," the Doctor said. It was a shame really; things would have been so much easier if that were so.

"But she can," Rose argued. "She wasn't there, until now I had no idea she existed."

"I don't know... I don't think I should; I need to be here with my patient."

"The TARDIS has a med bay," he said rubbing the back of his neck a sheepish look entering his eyes.

"And you're only mentioning this now?"

"I panicked," the Doctor admitted letting out a huff of breath.

"If I leave I could lose my job."

"You'll be back before anyone notices," he said.

"That's what he told me, and we were a year late," Rose commented.

"I am a much better driver now."

"He is always late. Everytime we were late or in the wrong area," she chuckled

"Martha," he pleaded. "Please..."

"Help her," Rose was crying again.

"Take me to the TARDIS," Martha sighed.

The Doctor gently picked up Gwyn, and led the two women outside of the hospital. They excited through the emergency room and had to take a few turns to reach it, but eventually the blue box loomed ahead.

"Right then," he said after putting Gwyn in a bed in the med bay. "The Powell Estate - oh let's say 10 minutes ago."

"Hopefully you get it right this time"

"Of course I will," he pulled the lever. "I'm the Doctor."

Both women rolled their eyes watching the young girl.

"We're here," looking at the monitor he motioned for Martha to go.

Rose stood next to Gwyn holding her hand and watching her exit the TARDIS.

She ran out sneaking into the flat and watched. She watched a young child playing in the small living room. Everything seemed normal aside from the sonic screwdriver that she was playing with. All of a sudden Gwyn vanished into thin air, and the screwdriver fell with a thud to the floor. Before Martha could scream, before she could do anything Gwyn reappeared unconscious to the floor and Martha let out a loud shriek that sounded childlike to her own ears. She didn't stick around when she heard the pounding of footfalls that could only be Gwyn's parents coming to investigate.

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