A/N: I know a fantastic way to cure a sore throat you can't feel in the morning - a very hot cup of tea. There is actually no pain at all!

I now have a roll of tissues sitting next to me and the bin crammed full of used tissues, I think I've run out of snot so now my brain is leaking out. I can't stop sneezing and the space between my eyes seems to be crushing my nose. But who knows. A oneshot might come out of this!

AND...I have fantastic news...

I'm allowed to write fanfiction for my first piece of GCSE coursework, a short story! (Or a oneshot, whatever you like..)

Chapter 20 – Nanny McJack

The TARDIS materialised into existence on the A&E pavement.

Jack was the first out, holding Rose in his arms as she softly moaned in pains of early labour. He hushed her, checking on the Doctor as he filed out still carrying the sleeping child. Since leaving him with Jackie was out of the question and he didn't want to leave the boy alone whilst Rose went through with this, so there was no choice but to take him with them.

The Doctor led the party straight in through the double doors up to the reception desk, where two lingering lifeforms with three eyes were busy filling out some paperwork.

"Hey!" the Doctor called, and they both turned at the same time. One eyed the infant currently snoozing in his dad's arms, whilst the other looked to Rose. "My wife's going into premature labour…"

He couldn't help thinking as he said the word that 'premature' was an incredible understatement. She wasn't supposed to go into a labour for another one-and-a-half months, equated to the baby growth of three months. This was early. Way too early. She had something to do with this; if anything happened to Rose or his daughter She was going to regret it the next time She showed up where She wasn't wanted.

But as Rose disappeared on a gurney down the corridor, the Doctor finally felt the entire world coming down on his shoulders.

Jack saw this, guiding him by the shoulders to the waiting room, the Doctor only just about registering the fact there were some chairs there before he al-but collapsed into one, being careful not to disturb Rory. Scans, they had said. Well, they could do all the scans they liked. If Rose survived the baby definitely wouldn't, no matter what they did to try and save her. She wasn't mature enough – the Doctor knew that without scans – but he allowed himself to clutch desperately by his fingertips of the cracks of hope in the despair.

Jack looked sideward at the Time Lord, who was still holding onto Rory and staring ahead into the bleak white wallpaper of the room. They weren't the only ones in the room however – the room was totally silent yet there had to be at a dozen more lifeforms in the space with them, all staring blankly at their respective spots on the wall. Obviously it was some kind of routine around here. The only sounds actually present came from outside where the hustle and bustle of the alien hospital now seemed dull and distant, sealed from their cell.

"Hey," he nudged the Doctor, whispering in the silence of the room. The Doctor seemed to come out of the trance, blinking and looking back at him. "They'll both be fine. You got through last time, didn't you?"

"Not all of us," he replied in a distant voice. He snapped back to the present, holding Rory a little tighter. "I told her aborting her would be easier…she didn't listen…I didn't listen. I didn't listen to myself."

"I wouldn't have listened to myself either with a beautiful baby girl like that. I'm glad you didn't abort."

The Doctor stared at him, confused. "Why're you glad?"

Jack shot a grin back. "Don't you think I'd make a great nanny?"

"You're planning on staying?"

Jack's grin faltered slightly, panning his best friend up and down for a moment. "Well, that is, if you'd like me too. Don't wanna come bargin' in and all that. Can understand if you and Rose want your privacy…"

Instantly the Doctor shook his head, almost rising to his feet in alarm. "No, no, wait, I didn't say that. I'd love to have you around. Just thought you'd want to be getting back to wherever it was you came from."

"Doctor, I've had long enough bein' where I was – I didn't hunt you manically down over a coupla centuries just to say hi and bye y'know. For now I wanna stay with you and Rose, and help you look after your children – coz let's face it, you're gonna need some help if they're anythin' like you."

The Doctor let go a laugh – one of relief. There was a flicker of a pause as the Time Lord looked to the ground, before finally looking up. "I'm surprised you haven't ask me about the Gamestation yet."

"Well, hasn't really been much of a chance, has there? First time I met you, you could've set a world record for the most number of broken bones after which you decided to take a nap, then I didn't see you 'til I tracked you down at the weddin' then since that everythin's been completely chaotic. My problems can wait. Rose's can't."

"Mr. Sigma-Tyler?" a new voice suddenly interrupted their conversation from the doorway, sending hopeful raised heads of nearby listeners back down to the ground with a sigh of remorse.

The Doctor rose to his feet. "Yes?"

"If you'd like to step this way sir…"

The Doctor turned back to Jack, lowering Rory carefully into his arms.

"Be back in a sec," he said, dropping a little to give the infant a quick kiss. He awoke, eyes bleary and unfocused.

"Daddy…" he said quickly, sitting up straight in Jack's arms.

"It's alright, I'm just going to go check on your mummy okay? Uncle Jack'll look after you for a while." He slipped his hand inside his jacket pocket and drew out the Sonic Screwdriver, holding it out to Rory who took it, bemused. "You can look after that 'til I get back. Don't break it, I'm very fond of it." He got up once more and headed to the door, turning one last time as he caught Jack's gaze. "By the way…thanks."

He disappeared.

"Uncle Jack…"

Jack looked down at the child sitting on the waiting room chair beside him, legs waving back and forth and hands clutched into the edge of the seat, staring up at him with wide, cute eyes.

"Yeah?"

"I need weewee."

Jack grinned, ruffling the boy's hair. "Gents is that way, kid." He pointed over to the right of the waiting room, where a big blue door was standing, formidable looking.

"Too late, Uncle Jack."

Jack didn't seem to heed the words and he got onto his feet, straightening out his shirt. "Well, if you need help, I guess I could be a potty trainer for a day."

"Too late, Uncle Jack," Rory repeated smally, still waggling his legs back and forth.

"…What?"

"I already went weewee."

"Oh. Okay then, no problems," Jack said as he sat down again, staring once again at the far wall.

"It's all wet now."

Jack's eyes widened as the penny dropped.

"Oh…" Jack realised, looking down at the boy with the smiling innocent face. "You already went weewee."

He nodded. "Gone all warm."

Jack stared at him, not quite sure how to handle this. Finally he made a decision, getting on his feet and taking Rory's hand.

"I've never changed a nappy before…" Jack warned him as they moved to the desk. "I think it's like changin' a tyre." He walked up to the desk, ringing the bell as a lifeform turned to serve him, rifling through some paper.

"Hi there." He smiled charismatically, trying to bring himself to say the words. "My friend's son has just…had a bowel relaxation accident and I wonder if you have any nappies?"

Rory casually let go of Jack's hand as he glanced around the corridor, looking at all the sick lifeforms going back and forth in wheelchairs. He glanced up at Jack, making sure he wasn't looking before he ran silently off down the corridor, disappearing into the crowd.

He kept on running down the corridor, grinning like his father as he realised that his plan had worked. He didn't even wear nappies anymore. Uncle Jack was a bit of a sap.

He kept running until reached a dead end corridor, facing a big black door with a silver handle. He checked the silver plaque affixed to the door – 'MRI' which seemed to be crossed out with marker pen, below the plaque on a piece of paper were the words: "Out Of Order". MRI…initials…but he didn't know for what.

He knew his Uncle would be chasing after him soon, so he withdrew the Sonic Screwdriver from inside his jumper and held down the button, pressing it up to the lock. There was a resounding click sound from within, and with another push, the door came open.

As he heard his name being called he slipped inside the door, closing it quietly shut behind him.

And as half a face of an old, withered blue alien with black, vengeful eyes appeared in a streak of light from the base of the door, Rory froze in his tracks – and resisted the temptation to scream.