Hi all! This story is, as you guessed from the description, about what would happen if the Day Demons Ran story arc happened in Season 2 instead. Besides that, everything else is unique in my mind!

This story begins right before Tooth and Claw for reference, but besides my explanation in the beginning everything remained the same.

Please enjoy and let me know your thoughts in the comments below!

The Confounding Beginning

It all started with that bitchy trampoline. Why did she have to go and possess her?

"Ugh," Rose groaned, throwing her head back against the headboard of her bed as she tried to keep her eyes closed until the alarm she had set for five minutes went off. "Bloody alien," she murmured to herself, unable to keep the smile off of her face as she spoke, or maybe not even trying.

As if he had been called for, the aforementioned alien's footsteps sounded outside her door and she jerked up into a somewhat presentable sitting position. Running her fingers through her hair, Rose pulled up the covers of the bed, effectively hiding the small plastic object she had been avoiding looking at.

"Rose?" the Doctor asked as he walked into the room, his attention on the sonic screwdriver, which he was fiddling with. "I think you did something to my sonic when you pushed it out of my hands last night," he sighed, running a hand through his hair as he looked up at her with that kicked-puppy expression and pouty lower lip.

"I definitely didn't," Rose retorted, perhaps being a little harsher than she meant to. "As if I could do anything to fix it myself."

The Doctor ignored her, about to sit down on the bed and crush a certain object, when Rose squeaked out to get his attention. "What?" he murmured, running a hand through his hair as he looked up at her.

"I'm sick of being in my room," Rose lied, attempting to smile as she got out of bed and made to leave the room. "Already wasted half a day in here, sleeping all morning."

"Tired you out, did I?" the Doctor said, waggling his eyebrows devilishly as he followed her out of the bedroom, down the corridor, towards the console room.

Rose rolled her eyes, sitting down on the jump seat as she tried to normalize her breathing again, as it had gone all wonky with the Doctor's tone of voice. "Get over yourself," she sighed.

"Why should I?" the Doctor asked as he scooted over to sit next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders "That is definitely not what you were saying last night," he said, stopping when Rose sent him a glare comparable to her mother's. "Quit looking at me like that, Rose. I think we are both fully aware that I gave you multiple org—"

Pushing him off both her and the seat midsentence, Rose smirked as the Doctor stumbled to his feet. "You pompous little…" she groaned, her smile ruining her attempt at teasing him any longer. "Anyway, where are we going today?"

"Go change into something more suitable for the late 1970's first," the Doctor advised, smirking at the blonde. "And yes," he said, answering her unspoken question. "You can use the TARDIS's wardrobe."

"You do realize you just gave away half the answer don't you?" She giggled as she left the console room.

Rose was tempted to go back to check in her bedroom, but she knew how impatient the Doctor got when she had to change. Finally reaching the wardrobe room, Rose ignored the limitless options and went to the section she knew well. She still wasn't sure how the TARDIS worked, but she was thankful the ship separated all of the clothes that would fit her from the mountains of garments in the room. Or maybe it was the Doctor who did that, but she doubted he would ever have the attention span to do such a monotonous task. This new Doctor was still somewhat of a mystery to her, though in some ways she knew him more than she could ever know the big-eared Doctor. Shaking her head to get rid of her unnecessary thoughts, Rose quickly got changed into a pink tee shirt with denim coveralls that only went to mid-thigh, black tights and black boots. She then ran back to the console room to meet the Doctor.

"What do you think of this? Will it do?" Rose asked, spinning around as she felt the Doctor's eyes looking her over, appraising her wardrobe choice.

"You'd be better off in a bin bag," the Doctor responded. Noticing that Rose didn't look as peppy as usual, he spoke up again. "I'm only joking, great outfit choice. Though," he said, glancing down to her boots again. "I must say, that skirt is a bit short."

"Didn't realize you were such a prude," She held her ground, staring him down with a teasing look. He grinned after a moment and looked down to flip some switches on the console. Music started blaring from some hidden speakers and Rose glanced around. "What's this?"

"Ian Dury and the Blockheads. Number one in 1979," the Doctor explained, running around the controls as he bobbed his head to the music, finally bursting into song for a moment before Rose started laughing. "It's good to be a lunatic…"

Biting her lip to stop herself singing with him as well, Rose spoke up. "I knew it!" Rose squealed, poking the Doctor in the shoulder. "You are a punk after all!"

"That's me!" He smiled. "A punkish prude. Also, a sex god."

"Debatable," Rose retorted with a grin. "Besides, isn't that a bit… well…"

"What?"

"Paradoxical? Or is it oxymoronic? I always get those two mixed up. But seriously though, a prudish sex god?"

"Rose Tyler, haven't you learned by now? I'm a mess of contradictions!" the Doctor laughed childishly.

"Of course you are Doctor. Of course."

"Let's go see him," he announced, spinning around and hooking a finger in Rose's dress's strap. "Ian Dury, I mean. Or we can go see the first anti-gravity Olympics…" he said, his eyes lighting up as he imagined all the possibilities. "Though, those were a bit of a disaster- troubles with the anti-gravity devices. The audience was floating around all over the place, took a thousand security agents and technicians to get the place back in order. Can you imagine? People flying through the air without control, spilled drinks and food hurtling around the arena. Hour long delays, boy did they learn a lot from that."

"As much fun as that sounds," Rose responded drily. "I say we stick to Earth."

Moving away and hitting a lever, the Doctor sent a wink towards Rose. "Alright then. Hold on tight!"

With that the TARDIS seemed to jolt more than usual, causing Rose's eyes to widen as she grabbed onto the console, not even paying attention to the Doctor as he banged a mallet on the controls like he was playing a game of whack-a-mole. Clearly, he was enjoying this far more than she was. She usually loved it, but her mind kept going back to a certain issue.

"Stop it!" she yelled to the Doctor, hoping he didn't think she was playing around. After all, if he jolted the TARDIS around one more time, she was going to get sick.

"1979!" the Doctor announced, oblivious as Rose's face grew deathly pale. "Rose, where are you going?" he called out a moment later when she ran out of the room in a desperate search for the nearest bathroom.

Thankfully the TARDIS was feeling kind today and the bathroom was the first door on the left. She proceeded to empty the contents of her stomach, to the obvious concern of the Doctor, who had followed her.

"I'm fine," Rose assured him as she finally caught her breath, wincing as she flushed the toilet and stood up.

"That wasn't even a very bumpy landing," the Doctor mumbled as Rose rinsed her face with water and began brushing her teeth. "Since when does that make you sick?"

Talking with a mouth full of toothpaste, Rose responded. "Dunno, must be a recent development."

"Why didn't you tell me you weren't feeling well?" the Doctor asked, watching as Rose hurriedly walked out of the bathroom in the direction of the console room again.

"I really am fine, okay?" Rose hissed out, feeling rather annoyed at him right now. "Just be more careful in the future."

"Careful?" He inquired, much to Rose's irritation. "I'm not flying her any differently than normal, and you never usually get ill." Furrowing his brow, the Doctor placed a hand on her shoulder, spinning her around to face him. "I'm not letting you off this ship until I know you are one hundred percent healthy," the Doctor announced, pulling out his sonic screwdriver from his jacket pocket.

"No," Rose squeaked out, knowing full well that her strong scan refusals would only tip him off that something was wrong. She wasn't quite sure why she wanted to put off letting him know the truth for any longer, but she couldn't help it. It was some gut instinct, something innate and inborn in her being that wanted to hide her state for as long as possible. Besides, she had barely had the opportunity to digest the information herself. Perhaps she would do better communicating everything when everything had really sunk in.

"Rose?" the Doctor asked, concern filling his eyes once again as he placed a hand on her forehead.

Taking his momentary hesitation as an opportunity for a much needed distraction, Rose wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling the Doctor forwards until their foreheads were touching. "I… am… fine." Each word was punctuated with a small touch of her lips to his, as if to emphasize her point. The last kiss however, ended up being much longer and deeper, as she took the opportunity to really derail him. Her tongue flicked out of her mouth to slip across his lips and she was granted entrance quickly. A happy sigh filled her as the Doctor kissed her back, delighted to see that her plan had worked.

She was plagued by a moment's guilt, lying to him like this, but she shook it off as quickly as possible. It wasn't lying really, she was fine… no need to tell him everything just yet.

Still, Rose pulled away from the kiss fast enough to alleviate the guilt wracking her mind but slowly enough so as not to arouse suspicion, and smiled up at the Time Lord in her arms, the smile being returned in earnest.

"Sooo…" the Doctor happily stated, practically skipping up the ramp as he grabbed his coat and began to pull it on. "Ready to go?"

"1979," Rose said as she nodded her head, coming up behind the Time Lord and helping him into his coat, her smile fading as she stopped trying to convince the Doctor of her well-being.

"Hell of a year," the Doctor agreed, clearly trying to get Rose to smile again. Oh, how she knew he loved her smile. "China invades Vietnam. The Muppet Movie. Love that film. Margaret Thatcher. Urgh. Skylab falls to Earth, with a little help from me. Nearly took off my thumb," he finished, pushing open the TARDIS's doors as they stepped into what they expected to be a crowded concert.

…

"I just can't believe it," Rose laughed once the Doctor had piloted the TARDIS away from the empty Scottish field in 1879. Not that she minded, it was quite an amazing turn of events. She had no idea how her mum would react when she found out that she had not only met Queen Victoria, but saved her from a werewolf. And to top it all off, was knighted by the aforementioned queen to now be called Dame Rose Tyler of the Powell Estates.

"And you actually got her to say it!" the Doctor agreed, putting on a fake Queen Victoria impression as he spoke again. "I am not amused."

"That's it," Rose giggled, leaning against the controls. "Told you I could do it!"

"Never doubted you." He protested.

"Oh don't lie to save face, it's too late." Rose teased. "And I am so getting that line on a t-shirt," she stated. "I am not amused…" she paused, narrowing her eyes at him. "And you better pay out. After all, I did win the bet this time."

The Doctor shook his head, his face an unreadable mask. "Nope," he said, popping his p as he slowly began to smile. "Last time I won, you never paid me."

"Different situation Doctor," Rose retorted, tucking her hair behind her ear. She loved bantering with the Doctor, especially about this certain issue. Just because she had made a bet with the Doctor about that alien man that looked like a fairy…Well, how was she to know that they weren't at the least interested in human females and instead much preferred the lanky Time Lord. "You said that bet was null and void."

"I lied," the Doctor announced with a smirk. "Besides, you can't always use…" he paused, clearly searching for an appropriate word. "'You know what' to get your way."

Rose's eyes widened, finally bending over and letting out the giggles she had been trying to contain. "I can't believe," she began, trying to catch her breath. "You just said 'you know what'!" she continued. "I swear you are five!"

"I'm just trying to be romantic," the Doctor defended, flashing a toothy smile at Rose.

Shaking her head, Rose tried to keep her voice stern. "That is impossible for you, Doctor."

"No it isn't," the Doctor said, coming over to Rose and scooping her up into his arms. "I'll show you romance, Rose Tyler." A kiss was dropped onto her lips and she was carried out of the console room and down the hallway.

Playfully acting like she was fighting back, Rose's mind finally realized something when the Doctor's hand was already on her bedroom doorknob. Suddenly freezing, she used her free foot to kick the Doctor's hand away from the door. "Stop it."

"What?" the Doctor asked, completely oblivious.

"Library?" Rose suggested, already knowing what the Doctor would do before the words even left her mouth.

"Oh, Rose Tyler," the Doctor announced, setting her back on her feet with one last kiss as he grabbed her hand and pulled her down a different corridor. "You are brilliant!"

…

It wasn't until it was 'nighttime for humans' ("Well," the Doctor had stated not two seconds later. "relative nighttime that is. It's a time machine. There is no night." He had proceeded to ramble on for about half a minute before Rose got tired of it and shut him up with a kiss.) that Rose was able to go back to her bedroom alone. Apparently the Doctor had to recalibrate the TARDIS to ensure that they didn't end up in the wrong time again, but Rose knew it was just his driving that had messed up their adventure, awful driver as he was.

"Can you make sure he doesn't come down here?" Rose asked the TARDIS, feeling silly speaking to empty air. However, the Doctor had explained to Rose many times that the time ship was alive and, if asked nicely, could be very helpful. And of course, he was right, because if it doesn't have to do with current location, when isn't he? On many occasions, the TARDIS had manipulated things to go in her favor, though she had a feeling her manners were only half the reason, the other half being that the TARDIS loved pranking her driver.

With that done, Rose slowly walked towards her bed, holding her breath as she pushed back the sheets. Upon first glance, it certainly didn't look intimidating in the slightest. It was just a piece of plastic, but Rose knew the result would change everything.

Biting her lip, Rose sat down on her bed, taking the test into her hand as she contemplated when she should flip it over and look at the result.

As she had thought earlier, she knew she probably wouldn't be in this situation if she hadn't been possessed by Cassandra. Both she and the Doctor had been downcast when they got back into the TARDIS, sad to see the last human die in her own arms, oblivious to the truth. Still, Rose couldn't seem to get away from a certain image she had in her mind. Her mind was all muddled when Cassandra had been in control, but she could faintly remember kissing the new and foxy Doctor. It was a confusing picture, not really clear at all, but it had been bugging her so long, she believed it. So, using a confidence she didn't know she possessed, Rose had kissed the Doctor when they were back in the TARDIS, claiming she wanted to see what she missed out on by not being in control of her own body the last time. Rose had expected that to be it, for both her and the Doctor to walk their separate ways like they always did. Surprisingly, the Doctor had stood there, shell-shocked for a moment, his eyes wide in surprise. Just as Rose was turning away, a bit embarrassed to have been so brash, the Doctor pressed her up against the console and kissed her again, rough and passionate, tongue and teeth mashing in a mess of lust. One thing led to another and soon they were down to their skivvies in her bed, moving together in the blindingly passionate haze of a coupling so desperate and intense, it was close to being out of the realm of love-making but not out of it all together. Now here she was, staring at a pathetic pregnancy test from 21st century Earth, her insides a mess of dread, suspense, and anxiety. She didn't want a positive, scared as she was of the Doctor's aversion to domestics (what if he couldn't handle it and dumped her) but she feared a negative may be just as scary a prospect- the idea of carrying a child that was part Doctor was definitely a welcome, even anticipated one. Besides, a negative would imply that something really was wrong with her, some alien disease or something that meant she had REALLY lied to the Doctor earlier (a prospect nearly as scary as the idea of her mother finding out he had gotten her pregnant… Oh shoot, and she was going to have to tell her mum if it was positive, another reason to dread that plus sign.)

"Breathe," Rose reminded herself, closing her eyes for a moment and attempting to relax as she lifted the test up and looked at the result.

Even though the pink plus sign was exactly what Rose was expecting, she couldn't help but smile, despite her terror at the prospect of being dumped (and telling Jackie of course) at the sight. She never wanted kids before the Doctor, or, at the very least, hadn't acknowledged any desire for children since she was still so young, and she had no idea what the alien in question would say when he found out, but for that moment she just let herself imagine a little boy with gravity defying hair just like his father's running around the TARDIS.

Thanks for reading the first chapter! Hope you enjoyed it and are ready to read more!

Have a lovely day,

Gabrielle