WHOO! Twice in one week! How lucky are you lot? Since I had such a fantasic day today, I decided to share my good mood with this chapter! It's not as long as it's previous. It does set the stage for the next up-coming chapters though. I know some of you were waiting to see how 9 would react to 10 now that he knew that Rose was still in love with 10. I hope the last part is to your satisfaction and allow me to admit, that is only the beginning. There will be a much big confrontation later on.

Recommend listening Parachute by Ingrid Michaelson. I am so in love with this song, thanks to a fantasic vid I saw about 11/Amy set to this song. I highly suggestive you lot took a look at it.

So please enjoy and review =]

Chapter Nine

I Won't Tell Anyone That Your Voice Is My Favorite Sound

Matt Smith slowly becomes aware of the sound of voices around him. Why was it so dark? He squints and realizes it's because his eyes are closed. When had that happened? He slowly lets his other senses come into play, which tell him that he's lying on his back on something soft…his bed perhaps? But that doesn't make any sense either. The last thing he remembers was working on his cross-word puzzle and Amy telling him that she was…pregnant.

He was going to be a father.

Which was a terrifying thought in and of itself, but at the same time, he felt so…happy. To have Amelia Jessica Pond pregnant with his child was something he had thought about now and again, but now that it was a reality, it was a heady feeling. He could picture in his mind how her body would change in the next nine months, how her belly would swell she could house their child comfortable, but more importantly, how every bloke they would now come across would see that she was forever taken.

It brings a smile to his lips, which alerts the voices to his level of awareness.

"Matt? Matt can you hear me?" He tilts his head to the sound of Amy's voice. "Best sound in the world, your voice is, Amelia Pond." Matt opens his eyes, Amy's face is right in his field of vision, a watery smile as well as a light blush decorating her features. "How do you feel?" She asks softly, reaching out and gently smoothing back his hair. "Confused. What happened?" Amy opens her mouth, but was beaten to the punch by Rory. You fainted, mate. Went down like a ton of bricks." Matt bolts up right, his features twist with horror and indignation. "I did NOT faint!" He protests. He can see that John and Chris are also standing around him, amusement written on their faces. "Yeah, you did." John says, trying to bite down his smile. "I didn't faint. I just suffer from…narcolepsy." He finishes, triumphantly.

Rory's cheeks puff out like a chipmunk's, a small sniggering sound coming from the back of his throat. John turns his laugh into a cough. Chris makes no such attempt to spare his feelings.

"'narcolepsy'? That's the best you can do?" He turns to Amy. "I hope the kid inherits your intelligence. Looks like the mild genius gene stops with daddy." Both Rory and John roar with laughter at Chris's comment, collapsing against one another. Matt glares at him as fiercely as he can manage. Amy turns her head to hide her wide grin before turning back and jumping to her boyfriend's defense. "Oi, now, be fair. He's had a bit a shock."

"Exactly! Just think of the mood swings I'll have to suffer through now." Matt says. He then blinks at the look on Amy's face. "Funny how you can say something in your head and it sounds fine…"

"Oh, I can't wait for this kid." John says with a grin, sliding an arm around Amy's shoulder and hugging her. "It'll be interesting to see how Scottish it turns out to be."

"Oh, I wonder if the baby will sound Scottish when it cries?" Matt ponders aloud, before noticing the looks his statement received. "Has anyone ever told you that you're a bit weird?" Rory asks. "They never really stop." Matt admits and Amy laughs, hugging him.

"So, Amy's pregnant."

Rose smiles on the other end at John's happy announcement. "That's great. From what you've told me, she'll make a great mum."

"Yeah, she really will. This kid is going to have an interesting upbringing, mind. Between Amy and Matt…never a dull moment."

"Well, be sure to tell her I said congratulations." Rose reminds him, settling back against her headboard.

"Where are you?"

"In my bedroom." She tells him, shifting into a comfortable position.

"Oh, well, then we definitely have much more interesting things to talk about than Amy." He purrs and she can't help the blush.

"Mind out the gutter for two minutes, Doctor." Using his nickname as a way of keeping him in the now. "When do you think you'll be done with the project?"

"With the way things are going, shouldn't be more than three weeks." He answers confidently.

"Ok, good."

"Why's that good?"

"Because Donna and I have been talking about throwing Jack and Gwen a surprise reception. Ya know, to celebrate their marriage."

"Sounds like a good idea."

"Donna and I really want you to be here."

"Really?"

"Ok, I really want you to be here. I just think it'll mean more to Jack, to have his best mate there." She admits.

"Alright, Rose. I'll be there, no matter what."

It's quiet for a long moment, but it ceased being uncomfortable a long time ago. In fact, she liked the moments where they didn't talk more, because she loved listening to him just breathing. It takes her back to the nights where she used to watch him sleep, listening to him breathing softly in her ear, his warm weight resting comfortable and protectively against her body. She misses that almost as much as she misses his kisses.

"I've got to go, my boss is looking at me. I'll phone you later, ok?"

"Yeah, sure. Bye John."

"Bye, Rose." She hangs up and rests her head on her knees and smiles.

She wishes it was three weeks already.

He hates feeling like this. Like the wounded husband. Like he's been cheated on. That's not him. Never has been, never will be.

And yet, here he was…glaring viciously at John Smith as he flirts with Rose over the phone, walking leisurely up and down the corridor, one hand in his pocket, and a permanent grin on his face. Chris wants to knock his teeth in. He wants to march up to him and rip the mobile out of his hand and stomp on it. He wants to demand to know what he has that Chris doesn't. He wants to know what is so bloody special about John that Rose is still in love with him, therefore, preventing him from ever having the chance to woo her; to romance her. To love her, and give her the world.

He snorts and shakes his head. Bloody hell, listen to him! This was exactly why he never got back into the dating scene. Not just out of respect towards his late wife…but because he was afraid he would be rubbish at it, or at least, wouldn't remember how to do it properly.

He never imagined he would come across Rose Tyler. 6,000,400,026 billion people in the world. That's the number to beat. And somehow, in those 6,000,400,026 billion people in the world, and he had to find Rose Tyler. What were the odds? And to rub salt in the wound, she was bloody in love with John.

Chris doesn't realize he's still glaring at John until he hears the young doctor tell Rose that he's got to go because Chris was looking at him. He watches John hang up and walk past him, that bloody grin still etched on his face. Chris sneers at him before turning on his heel and marching towards his office, slamming the door behind him.

This is ridiculous! He spent years making himself content with the silence and loneliness that his life had become. Spent years throwing himself into his work, job. Spent years making himself comfortable with who he was now. All of it down the blood drain, because of one girl.

One girl, who had somehow managed to heal him in just five days. One girl, who had managed to make him feel things he hadn't felt in ever, in just five days. One girl, who in just five days…made him fall in love.

Fantastic. Just…fantastic.

Sheesh, the angst! Poor 9, I just keep torturing the poor bastard