It's been a month since I left the Doctor, and I've found out that I'm pregnant. A Timelord pregnancy takes 7 months, and I'm a month along. I got pregnant the night I left. There are six more months to go, and I have no clue how I'm going to do this without him. I'm hiding as a human again and working at the local hospital. This way, I have access to the medical instruments I need to check on my baby. Today I'm doing my first ultrasound, or at least I was planning to when they order the building to be evacuated.

I'm hiding in 2006, and apparently a spaceship just crashed into Big Ben. They're bringing the alien here. I put on a perception filter and walk into the room where they have the body. A man with big ears is there, looking at a dead pig.

He's talking to a female doctor about how they've made a mockery of it, when he turns around and looks right at me. His eyes are so ancient, but he can see me. I just figured the Timelord in my head was my Doctor, but apparently I've just met a younger version.

"What are you staring at?" The female doctor asks.

"Are you the one that did this?" He asks with fury in his eyes, ignoring the woman's question.

"No. I work in the hospital," I reply. Then it dawns on him that there's a Timelord presence in his head, and he instantly turns gleeful.

"I'm not the last one?"

I decide to spend the day with him, as it is his child I'm carrying. At the end, though, I'll have to erase his memory and move to a different year I'm thinking 2008.

"No, you're not the last. My name is Eliora Turner."

"I'm the-"

"Doctor. I know."

"Have we met?"

"No," I lie, "I just heard stories about you."

"Excuse me but who are you talking to?" The woman speaks up.

He once again ignores her, grabs my hand, and drags me to a supply closet, which is housing the TARDIS.

"Hello, again," I murmur.

"What do you mean?" Shit.

"Nothing."

"Okay then…"

He pilots the TARDIS and a blonde girl comes in. She gives me a dirty look. Great, someone already doesn't like me. Looks like I have another mind to erase as well.

"Alright, so I lied. I went and had a look. But the whole crash landing's a fake. I thought so. Just too perfect. I mean, hitting Big Ben? Come on. So I thought let's go and have a look-" he gets cut off from his ramblings when the girl says, "My mum's here."

I stifle a laugh as he says, "Oh, that's just what I need. Don't you dare make this place domestic!" He hears me giggle, though, and sends me a playful glare.

"So who's she?" She asks rather rudely.

"Rose Tyler, Eliora Turner. Eliora, Rose."

A man who arrived with Rose and her mother then decides to speak up. "You ruined my life, Doctor. They thought she was dead! I was a murder suspect because of you," he fumes.

"You see what I mean? Domestic." I giggle again and he grins at me.

The man continues talking. "I bet you don't even remember my name."

"Ricky."

"It's Mickey," the man, Mickey replies.

"No, it's Ricky."

"I think I know my own name."

"You think you know your own name? How stupid are you?"

I smack him over the head. "Stop being so rude, Doctor." I then walk to Mickey, "Ignore him, he's always like that." Then I start to leave the console room for the kitchen.

"And where do you think you're going?" I stop in my tracks.

"The kitchen?"

"You don't even know where it is." Shit. Shit. Shit.

"I do—not. I do not, but I'm sure the TARDIS will help me out, won't you, Old Girl?" She hums in reply.

"Fine. Be careful."

"It's a kitchen. Can't be that dangerous."

"I just worry."

"You just met me."

"Whatever you say, Maiden." SHIT.