Summary: Set in a fluffy AU where the Doctor and Donna have two sons, her youngest son starts to ask inevitable questions.
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or any of its characters, only the two small people I've given them to love.
A/N: This was written at 3.30am after having my sleep pattern disrupted again, so I apologise if it's rubbish.
Chapter 10 - Inevitable Questions
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"Mummy, what would you have done if you hadn't married Daddy?" wee Jamie asked as he cuddled with Donna, 'Shaun the Sheep' forgotten for a moment on the TV.
"I don't know, sweetheart. Gone back and lived with Nanny I suppose. Might have met an accountant, married him; who knows?" Donna pondered.
"But if you'd married someone else I wouldn't be me, would I?" he quizzed. "I'd be totally different."
She stroked his cheek tenderly, "You'd probably look a bit different, but I was meant to have you in my life, so I assume you'd be very similar."
"How can you know that?" he continued to ask. "Do you think I was meant to be?"
"Oh yes! I'm sure you were meant to be," she smiled and then kissed him. "And I am so grateful you were sent to me to look after."
Jamie toyed with the flaps of his shirt, "What would have happened to Daddy if you hadn't married him?"
"I dread to think!" Donna frowned. "He'd probably have gone emo and done something really stupid! He needs someone to stop him at times, and that's always been my main job."
"Not to be my Mummy? I thought that was your main job!" Jamie was slightly indignant now. Donna wondered where he'd got that trait from; probably her!
"You forget, looking after you isn't a job because people get fed up with their jobs and I never get fed up with you!" she kissed him again.
"So stopping Daddy is a job you get fed up with?" now the inquisitor side of him showed. "I thought you loved Daddy!"
"I do! I promise you I really do! But sometimes I wish I didn't have to follow him around to check up on how he behaves, that's all, nothing serious," she assured him.
He still looked worried, "So you aren't going to leave Daddy and run off with an accountant because you are fed up with him?"
Donna laughed, "I'd run away from a life with an accountant, not towards! They are lovely blokes, but they are not your Dad. I want to be with him forever." She gave Jamie a squeeze, "I want to be with you forever. I couldn't bear to be without you now."
He beamed at her, "You promise you won't leave us, Mummy?"
"Of course I promise," she readily replied. "What's brought this on?"
Once more he concentrated on fiddling with his shirt flaps, "I overheard Uncle Jack talking to Daddy." He looked back up at her, "He was saying that you were welcome to go home with him to live, that he thought you were smashing and that Daddy was lucky to have you and… and me and Teddie." He shifted position, "I don't want to go and live with Uncle Jack, Mummy. I like it here in the TARDIS. She makes me feel special. She… she makes me forts and camps and dens with dragons. I like Uncle Jack, I do, but he… well he isn't Daddy." He finished on a little sigh that went straight to Donna's heart.
"What did your Dad say to Uncle Jack?" Donna couldn't help asking.
"I don't know. I came to find you," he snuggled into Donna, getting the reassurance he obviously needed.
They sat together like that for a few minutes, watching the antics of Shaun the Sheep and his friends. "I suppose I'd better go and check up on them in case they need feeding or something," Donna began. "Do you want to come with me?"
"You won't tell them I said anything?" he hesitated.
"Course not! I wouldn't do that to you," she said. "Come on," they both got up, held hands and headed towards where the Doctor and Jack were.
They found them in the kitchen, arguing about the right way to configure an ekyl vorminator. As usual it was all double Dutch to Donna. "Can't you two agree on anything?" Donna teased as she made her way to put the kettle on. Jamie had stuck by her side and was eyeing Jack with a great deal of wariness. She decided distraction was always the best policy, "Jamie, would you find us some biscuits please? I put a packet of Tunnock teacakes in the cupboard too."
Jamie eagerly found the biscuits and teacakes, and started to put them on a plate. "Which one would you like, Daddy? Uncle Jack?" he offered them around.
"These look good!" the Doctor pulled Jamie into his embrace and onto his lap. "What's the matter, Squirt? You look a bit down."
"Nothing," but Jamie kept his gaze on the plate of biccies in front of them.
"You're not in love, are you?" Jack teased, but he got no response. He put his hand out to tickle Jamie, but Jamie flinched away.
The Doctor placed a consoling kiss on Jamie's head, "Go help Mummy bring the tea over, would you?" Jamie got down off his lap, threw a look at Jack, and walked over to assist Donna.
"What have I done wrong?" Jack asked the Doctor in a low voice. "Or is he practising looks that could kill?"
"Here we go, boys," Donna smiled as she placed fresh cups of tea on the kitchen table and sat down with them. "Compliments will be accepted by the chef."
Jamie hovered by Donna's side, keeping well away from Jack. Sensing his inner plight, Donna softly asked him, "Do you want to take yours to sit in front of Shaun the Sheep, or do you want to find Teddie?"
"Teddie is working on his project. He said not to disturb him," he furtively eyed the teacakes. With an encouraging nod from Donna, he said, "I'll go and see if Art Attack is on yet." He took his selection of goodies and hurried out of the kitchen.
"What was that all about?" asked the Doctor. "Did you tell him something bad about Jack?"
Donna laughed, and squeezed Jack's arm. "He's having normal doubts, that's all."
"What sort of normal doubts?" pressed the Doctor.
"Well," Donna considered how much she should divulge. "He's worried I'll run off with someone else," she nodded towards Jack.
"Why would he think that?" Jack asked, outraged. He hurriedly looked at the Doctor, "I haven't flirted with her, honestly; well, no more than the usual!"
"Do you flirt with people, Jack? I hadn't noticed!" Donna quipped. She turned to the Doctor, "Jamie is worried because he has become aware that not all parents stay together. And since Jack comes here and flirts he thinks it is possible I would leave with him." She was silently pleased with the angry look that passed over his features.
"Would you though? Consider Jack I mean?" he looked at her intently.
"If I did I wouldn't tell you in front of Jack, would I?" she quickly took his hand. "But just for the record, no, I still want to stay with you forever." He looked suitably relieved. "No offence Jack," she added, giving Jack's hand a squeeze for good measure.
"None taken," Jack smiled, but Donna could sense an undercurrent of something sad about him. "If you ever change your mind…"
"Don't worry, you'd be top of my list!" she reassured him. "I might have to fight off that Welshman of yours, and a few other people." That earned her a beaming grin. She finished her tea, "Okay folks! I'm off to do battle with the underwear of good and evil." She left them that useless piece of information as she stood and made for the door.
She smiled as she headed back to where Jamie was, hoping that he was feeling better now. He was idly flicking through a book while half watching the telly, but he heard her before he saw her. "Mummy? I was wondering…," he started to ask as she returned to her seat next to him.
"What was you wondering?" Donna took him into her arms again.
"…If Daddy died, would you… we have to live with Uncle Jack? You know, when you can't do your job of stopping him or there are really bad people who don't like him." Boy, were those shirt flaps interesting today!
She took her time thinking about this question carefully. "If anything were to happen to Daddy we wouldn't have to live with Jack, we could choose wherever we liked, but hopefully the TARDIS would let us stay here. I'd hate to leave her on her own now," Donna took a deep breath. "As for Daddy actually dying, that might not happen for an awfully long time, so I don't think we need to worry about that one; and I fully intend to make sure it doesn't happen on my watch! Can you see me letting some jumped up pipsqueaks kill Daddy?"
Jamie giggled, "No, I can't! You'd soon sort them out!"
"I certainly would! I'm not called Supertemp for nothing you know!" she laughed.
He threw his arms around her neck and planted a big sloppy kiss on her cheek. "Can I go play in my Buzz Lightyear suit?" his morose mood forgotten and replaced with excitement.
"Of course you can!" she let him release her. "I have exciting washing to do."
"Don't forget to do my blue boxers," he reminded her before disappearing into his bedroom.
She picked up his book, turned the TV off, and straightened her skirt, "How could I forget? I am Supertemp after all." With that, she headed towards her Queendom.
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