{On the 14th day of December an annoying person gave to yoooou,

Some filler chapter Doctor/Master=Disaster stuff toooo

(Not quite sure what that was about...)}

"Doctor?" He turned to face his oldest companion. "Something's not right..."

The Master stood in the centre of the room, clutching the TARDIS console for support. The Doctor noted his shaking hands and colourless face and creased his brow, stepping carefully towards the other Time Lord. The time machine whined as it shook, juddering and jolting violently. Stumbling wildly, the Doctor's eyes widened and he clasped his abdomen protectively as he crashed gracelessly to the floor.

When he came to, he was lying half in, half out of bed, head ringing, hearts pounding madly. The Master was nowhere in sight. The younger Time Lord swallowed, easing one stiff leg and then the other over the frame of the bed, avoiding the clutter on the floor that was his side of the bedroom.

Absentmindedly, he pressed a hand to his churning stomach. He nearly jumped in surprise at his discovery. There was a recently created telepathic connection inside him... His hand twitched unconsciously as the young psychic field latched on to his own with an ease that made him anxious. He had no time to be astonished or fearful. *Daddy?* He froze. It -whatever it was- was speaking to him. Through him. In perfect Gallifreyan. High Gallifreyan, to be precise. *Daddy?* Daddy? What was "Daddy"? A new title? Some strange Earth miscommunication? *Daddy?!* Not it, she. She was female, and young... Very young. Almost... Almost too young... No way. Absolutely no way. This was impossible. He inhaled sharply as the little girl called again, the tiny voice pitifully familiar in the back of his head. He made up his mind quickly. *Hello...?* He felt it smiling. Her. She was happy, whatever she was. A feeling of dread coursed through him as something he knew was not his imagination moved slightly inside him. His right hand flew to join the other on his stomach. Daddy!
The Doctor's mouth dropped wide open. Something was definitely wrong. Very, very wrong...

{Sorry it is short... asterisks only because the italics are being messed up today... 8-( }