The old Doctor's fists were balled.
"Well, Rose was right, looks like I have become a pretty boy," he said to his future-self, his lips sneering slightly. The current Doctor had jumped off of his jump seat in startled awe as the scene unfolded.
"How... WHY are you crossing timelines?" he said in shock.
His past-self scoffed, folded his arms, and glanced about the new console room
"Don't give me that, you know full well Time Lords are given certain allowances around that. Besides, I'm here to clean up after you." He strode up the ramp and peered down the hall before quickly turning back to his future-self.
"What are you doing?" his future-self asked, confused as he watched his former-self walking about the control room.
"I'm checking to see if your French whore is lingering within earshot. I won't even get into what you were thinking about messing around with significant historical figures," he said with a mock happy face. "What I will address however, is what the hell you think you are doing to Rose?" he yelled, keeping his arms firmly crossed to keep from punching his future-self.
He may be a believer in the peaceful method (at least now that his Rose was by his side, acting as a conscious to his ruthless soldier persona), but he had half a mind to knock they tweeded git out cold.
"How do you know about that," his future-self asked, side stepping the question.
"Because she came to see me. Seems I was the only option she had to ensure the fetus was developing properly and look after her health. And really, what were you thinking? Leaving her to face this on her own?"
His future-self winced at the implication.
"I didn't plan this, this isn't how I wanted it to be. SHE left ME," he emphasized, angrily and incredulously.
His past-self laughed a humorless laugh.
"We both know Rose wouldn't leave, not unless pushed. She loves us. Well, at least she did before your little dalliances, that is," he spat at the pretty boy.
The man in brown said nothing, he simply held the bridge of his nose in his hands.
"It's 98% Galifraen, you know." The past-version offered, all anger quickly drained from his voice.
His future-self released a breath that he held for an inordinate amount of time and sank into his jumpseat.
"Check the systems, I've hidden the data under our name in there," he paused. "'I know the love I feel for her, which means you can't ignore it. It exists in you too," his past-self said, pleading for him to fix this.
"I was born out of our love for her. We've never loved anything this much in our entire existence," his future-self-admitted.
"Scary, isn't it?" his past-self grinned.
"Terrifying. Wholly, absolutely, a-Dalek-ate-my-bananas type of terrifying," his future-self concurred with a completely serious look on his face.
"Right, well, this is your problem to fix. And just so you know, I've sent Jack a message asking him to report back to this me that everything has been resolved. If I hear otherwise, let me assure you, I will end us before you ever exist. Then Rose could possibly have a good life instead of having a heartless pretty boy whoring around on her for the rest of her long existence," he said, Oncoming Storm mode in full swing.
"I'll create a paradox and throw ourself to a reaper…"
And with that he turned around and strode back out the doors, leaving his future-self desperately wishing Rose was by his side.
Rose and Jack popped back to the pier they had started from.
"Are you okay, Rosie?" Jack asked her, squeezing her shoulders and searching her face.
"Yeah, I'm okay, Jack," she grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "Thank you," she said with as much heartfelt gratitude as she could force into the words.
"Anytime, cutie," he said winking.
"Listen, my flat is yours if you need a place to crash. For as long as you need to. I'm good with babies too, got the whole one-hand-diaper-change thing down. Didn't take me a week to learn the ropes with my daughter." While he kept his tone light, Rose picked up on the sincerity and gravity of what Jack was offering.
"You're an amazing friend, Jack. And I love you. But I'm a wreck right now, barely can figure out this whole mom-to-be thing, let alone the state of my relationship. Besides, Time Lord babies might just change their own diapers," she said, grinning. "At least, one can dream," she added wistfully.
"Well, the offer stands. Forever," he said, giving Rose a hug and a kiss on her head. "I've gotta head back to the office, always something brewing. Can I walk you anywhere though?" Jack offered.
Rose smiled and brushed her hair behind her ears. "Nah, it is a good night for a walk and some introspection."
"Ah, deep thought, yeah… not my forte." He said, walking backwards to his office. "But call me if you need a good shag, those pregnancy hormones, gotta love 'em!" He said grinning.
Rose laughed but would have punched him if he were in arm distance.
She watched as his figure grew smaller in the distance, and made her way back to the hotel in the warmth of the summer night.
The Doctor had retreated to the library to nurse a cup of tea and sit and think about all his pear-shaped problems. His past-self and threatened to off him. And himself couldn't help but think about how awful he'd treated the two best gifts the universe had finally given him.
It had been so long since he had been a father, and thinking about his children stirred odd feelings. He mostly felt like a failure. Apart from the save-the-days, he had pretty much failed every personal struggle given to him.
Fatherhood was no exception. His children were loomed, of course, and his wife was simply a woman who he was cordial to. He spent most of his time traveling, dealing with politics, and avoiding his children. After all, they were pretty much off to the Academy and out of his hands in the blink of an eye.
One son and one daughter. Both who grew to be quite ambivalent towards him. But his son gave him the best gift to date – a granddaughter, Susan. Susan was everything that children on Earth are to their parents. Their relationship was quite unique from their native customs, but it far more rewarding then anything he'd ever experienced.
His love for Susan also helped him love humanity. He saw her compassion and humor reflected in many of the humans he met.
Perhaps fatherhood could be like raising and loving Susan? It pained him how much he missed her, but it was honestly less painful compared to the hurt of living without his Rose.
That was when he remembered he had some of his family heirlooms tucked away in a room he'd asked the TARDIS to never unlock a long, long time ago.
With that he jumped up and sought the Room of Memories.