Martha helped the Doctor into a paper gown, and then led him to the birthing bed. The Doctor slowly lowered his heavy swollen body on the sterilized area, before relaxing into it.
"So Martha, is it you doing my surgery?"
Martha shook her head. "Because your physiology is Timelord, and we don't know exactly where the baby is, we want to avoid putting you under, cutting you open, then have you regenerate and god knows what happened."
The Doctor nodded, as each point made sense. However, at this point, sense flew out the window and went the way of the dodo.
"Oh, why hello~"
"O-Oh… hello sir…"
Pale female arms reached up to wrap around the thick manly neck before big warm hands stopped them.
"Sorry beautiful, I've got a boyfriend." Behind the manly man, a person in a suit blushed and hid his face. Meanwhile, an Asian girl rifled through a science kit while the rookie was busy looking around the U.N.I.T. hospital with awe.
"I was just here to find out where Patient 201 is." He flashed a winning smile, and cocked his head. The nurse seemed to think for a moment. "Patient 201? He's in… room 316!" The manly man smiled. "Thank you." He smiled one last time, before walking past her. The Asian got the rookie's attention, and they jogged off. The nurse watched them all jog past, when a thin nerdy looking boy smiled at her, before passing his number into her hand.
"So, if you're NOT preforming the surgery Martha, who is?"
"We got people coming in special."
The Doctor frowned, as that wasn't exactly descriptive.
"Look, when they're here, they'll come through that curtain there." She pointed at the sea foam green paper curtains in the corner. The Doctor nodded and Martha patted his shoulder.
"I'll be just outside." She then turned with a swish of her hair and walked out. The Doctor leaned back, taking deep breaths and trying his best to relax.
"So, the magnificent Doctor, now pregnant is laying in a hospital bed!"
The Doctor started, and stared at the location of the voice, a silhouette behind the curtain. The figure snapped a plastic glove and put a hand on its hip. Four other silhouettes joined him. The voice was disgustingly familiar, to the point where it made the bile rise in the Doctor's throat.
"What."
The figure twisted, and another figure moved close, putting a medical cap on the first figures head.
"Ooh, he's slow today. You think he would have known who it was by now."
The Doctor squinted. It couldn't be him. But just incase it was, the Doctor was going to violently bolt for the door pregnant or now.
"What." He said again, egging the figure into speaking more. Then, the curtain threw back and the four figures walked through. The figure with the gloves as the cap was unmistakable Captain Jack Harkness, or Torchwood III. Flanking him, were Ianto Jones, Gwen Cooper, Toshiko Sato, and Owen Harper. The Doctor's eyes bugged as far out of his head as they could possibly go without falling out.
"WHAT."
Jack smiled and tied back his paper face mask.
"Hello Doctor. We're Torchwood III, and we're going to be the ones birthing your baby."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"