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Not as Planned

Rose let out a sigh as she ran her hands through her hair, trying to concentrate on the tea she was supposed to be drinking. The nausea rolling around in her stomach disagreed with her attempts though, and she was getting increasingly more frustrated as her current state prevented her from partaking in her favorite drink.

Two long weeks had passed since Queen Victoria and the werewolf, and just a few days since the Doctor had FINALLY managed to get them to the Ian Dury concert. Rose had attempted and failed to have fun there. She had the feeling she would have enjoyed herself more if it wasn't for the fact that every time she saw the Doctor she would imagine how he would react when she told him she was pregnant. And most of her imaginings were not the least bit positive. By far the worst one was that he had laughed in her face, brought her home to face a furious Jackie Tyler and left her there without another word. Though, again, that was the worst case scenario. Thankfully, the Doctor hadn't seem to notice her making scenarios up in her mind instead of enjoying their travels.

What was she supposed to say anyway? It didn't seem right to walk up to him and say, "Doctor, remember how you said we didn't need to worry about anything because Time Lords and humans weren't compatible? Well, you were wrong and I'm carrying your half-alien spawn. So, where are we going next?"

"That won't do," Rose whispered to herself. She was completely torn; no clue what she was supposed to do, or even how she was supposed to broach the topic.

She almost dropped her mug, startled when the aforementioned alien bounded into the room with a fowl look on his face.

"Rose," he began, his voice sounding so harsh that she had to concentrate on not looking down to the ground. She immediately thought that he knew that she was pregnant, even though she knew it was impossible for him to have found out – she hadn't told ANYONE. "Your boyfriend is on the phone," he finished, his tone darkening at the word boyfriend, paying no mind to the obviously relieved look on Rose's face.

Sighing, Rose held out her hand for her phone, trying to hide her sudden emotional shift. "He isn't my boyfriend anymore, Doctor," she explained, hoping this would be the last time they would have to discuss this. "We broke up a long time ago."

"Well, doesn't seem like he knows that," the Doctor countered angrily, finally handing Rose her phone. However, instead of leaving the room like she expected him to, the Doctor sat down next to her and trained his eyes on Rose, the brown orbs containing obvious, displeased emotions.

"What is it?" Rose asked into the phone, wondering what Mickey could want. They hadn't really talked since Christmas and she felt guilty about leaving him behind.

After several minutes of agreements and head nodding on Rose's part, and increasing confusion on the Doctor's, she hung up the phone and turned towards the alien. "Seems like Mickey got us a mission."

…

Two days later, Rose couldn't help but glare at the Doctor's cocky expression as he came up to her to get his food. It just wasn't fair that she had to work as a dinner lady when he got to teach. Sure he had complained about it at first, but she would much rather be doing what he was doing. Plus, she wasn't feeling all that well at all.

When the line finally slowed down a few minutes later, Rose slipped out of the kitchen and headed towards the empty table where the Doctor sat, picking up a wash rag and wiping down tables half-heartedly as she went

"Two days," she groaned, giving up her façade of cleaning the table as she sat down next to him.

However, the Doctor, who apparently still wanted to play along, much to her annoyance, pointed at the table. "Sorry, could you just?" he asked in a teasing manner. "Bit of gravy you missed right there."

"Oh, you shut it," Rose retorted with a poke in the shoulder and an eye roll, her discomfort becoming harder to hide. To try and cover it up, she changed topics. "Do you think there is anything here at all? I'm sick of this dinner lady stuff."

"Surprisingly, Mickey was right. Boy in class this morning, got a knowledge way beyond planet Earth," the Doctor said, noticing that Rose was instead looking at his chips. "Do you want my chips? I think they are a bit different."

"I agree," Rose responded as she picked up a chip and examined it for a moment before throwing it back on the plate. "Thought they would be gorgeous, but they're just a bit…wrong. Anyway, on a different note, don't you think the school is a bit well-behaved? Times haven't changed that much since I was in school, and we used to be jumping off the walls."

Before the Doctor had time to respond, her employer came up to her and told her she wasn't permitted to leave her station, effectively ending the only normal interactions she had with the Doctor that day.

…

Rose couldn't even comprehend what was happening, and that was saying something after traveling with the Doctor for so long.

"Rose, Sarah Jane," the Doctor said, motioning towards the older woman that he had just been holding hands with. Since when did the Doctor run into old friends? "Sarah Jane, Rose."

"Hi. Nice to meet you," the supposed Sarah Jane said, leaning forwards and giving Rose a condescending smile as she spoke. "You can tell you're getting older," she laughed, completely ignoring Rose again as she looked back at the Doctor. "Your assistants are getting younger."

By now Rose was feeling nauseous again for more reasons than one. "I'm not his assistant," she murmured, knowing she sounded like a defensive little girl.

"No?" Sarah Jane mumbled, clearly not believing her as she spoke to the Doctor again. "Get you, tiger."

Just as Rose was thinking about what to say next, Mickey's scream ripped through the silent school. At once they were running and found him standing outside a cupboard, surrounded by a mess.

By then, Rose was running on autopilot as she listened to Mickey and the Doctor banter. The Doctor hadn't even met her eyes since Sarah came into the picture and had blatantly ignored the hand she had offered him. Something strange was happening, and it wasn't helping her unsettled stomach.

"What?" Rose gasped, trying to focus on the task at hand. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion at what Mickey had been spooked by. "Vacuumed packed rats?"

"For biology," Sarah Jane explained, in a way that made it obvious she thought she was talking to a mental degenerate. "Didn't you dissect them?" she asked, leaning towards Rose as the blonde involuntarily moved back towards the Doctor. "Or have you not gotten that far yet. How old are you anyway?"

Rose had a snarky response lined up, but the way her mind was swimming made it impossible at the moment. She didn't understand what was happening right now. She must be special to the Doctor, right? Or did he just shag anyone who struck his fancy at the moment? With that thought in her mind, Rose's hand automatically covered her stomach, a movement that was not noticed by anyone barring Sarah Jane. However, Rose gulped and spoke up again. "They don't dissect rats in school anymore."

"Moving on," the Doctor announced, clearly uncomfortable at the interaction between Sarah Jane and Rose. Rose mentally scoffed. Like it wasn't even more uncomfortable for her. Where does he get off, shoving old friends in her face like he was? "We should go check Mister Finch's office first," he continued in a tone that told Rose just where Sarah Jane had gotten her "smarter-than-thou" attitude.

Getting a bit of her lost confidence back, Rose walked next to Sarah Jane as they made their way to the office. "I don't mean to be rude or anything, but who exactly are you?"

"Sarah Jane Smith," she answered with a nod of her head. "Traveled with the Doctor before you were even born."

Rose glanced at the ground, wondering why the woman kept on about her age. "Never heard of you," she couldn't help but add.

That got the Doctor's attention, stepping forwards a bit to interrupt. "Sarah Jane," the Doctor said, giving Rose a pointed look that asked her to pay along – a look she ignored. "Mentioned her plenty of times."

"Nope," Rose countered, pretended to think back. "Never?"

While Sarah Jane rambled on about how he didn't even mention her once, they came upon the office. To everyone's surprise, there were bat-like creatures hanging in the office. Of course Mickey was the first one to run away, sprinting towards the exit with everyone else hot on his heels.

…

Now standing in line waiting for her well-deserved chips, Rose thought about what was happening. The Doctor and Sarah Jane were acting like they had never been apart over at a table with that silly tin dog. Since when had the Doctor enjoyed having a disco looking machine dog? Still, he seemed enthusiastic about fixing it as he ignored Rose and concentrated on his past. She was starting to feel like a circus side show – interesting for a moment until the old classics come up and you're put on the backburner.

"You see, what's impressive is that it's been nearly an hour since we met her and I still haven't said I told you so," Mickey crooned, nudging Rose with his shoulder as she tried to ignore him. However, her attempts didn't seem to work as Mickey kept talking. "I have a little dance to prove that I was right that I can show you later." His incessant chattering was starting to bug her, though that was mainly because he was bringing her insecurities into the limelight.

Getting her chips, Rose rolled her eyes and sat down at a table a ways away from the Doctor and Sarah Jane. When Mickey made to grab a chip, she smacked his hand away, a glare turning his way. "Get your own if you want some," she countered. She had barely eaten all day and she was hungry. Plus, considering her current medical state, she rationalized it in her mind.

"All this time you've been giving it, he's different," Mickey said, glancing over at Sarah Jane. "I mean, so what if this Doctor is more touchy-feely than the last one," he added, causing Rose to almost choke on a chip. "The truth is, he's just like any other bloke."

"You don't know what you're talking about," Rose retorted, more for herself than for Mickey. "Quit trying to mess this up for me, okay?"

"Oh, you are doing that yourself," Mickey responded with a chuckle. "But if I were you I'd go easy on the chips," he finished, causing Rose's mouth to flop open in shock for a moment before she collected herself again. No, there was no way he could know she was pregnant, she was just being paranoid. But that implied he was calling her fat, which wasn't any better.

It wasn't much longer that the Doctor fixed K-9, the tin dog, ordering Rose rather rudely to give him the oil she had collected from the school chips. Keeping her mouth shut as he ran the test, she stayed deathly silent as the Doctor explained how it was Krillitanes, a race that adapted the best physical qualities of whichever planet or race they conquered. All Rose knew was that she and the Time Lord had to have a discussion very soon about the way he was treating her.

As they walked out of the shop a little after Sarah Jane and Mickey, Rose took the opportunity. "How many, Doctor?" she asked, clarifying herself at his blank expression. "How many have travelled with you?"

"Why?" the Doctor demanded, stopping and turning to look at Rose with his face wearing an unreadable mask. "It doesn't matter."

"Yeah, it does," Rose retorted, running a hand through her hair as she shifted her weight back and forth. "I need to know if I'm just the latest in a long line," she finished, wondering if he had slept with all of his companions.

"As opposed to what?" the Doctor asked, his mask breaking for a moment. She could feel her heart breaking and being crushed into a fine powder at those words, a sudden increase in her nausea only serving as a reminder of what they had done together, and how she had mistakenly thought she was special.

"I thought we were…together," she said, wincing at her terrible choice of words. "Please tell me I'm not wrong," she whispered, biting her lip as the Doctor's stormy silence continued. "I've been to the year five billion, right, but this? Now this is really seeing the future. You are just going to leave us. Is that what you're going to do to me?"

Surprisingly, the Doctor met her eyes with the same gentleness he usually did. "No," he said, but Rose wasn't sure how true his promise was. "Not to you."

"But Sarah Jane? You were that close to her once, and now you never even mention her. Why not?" Rose asked, trying her best not to cry. "Did you?" she asked, not even able to put it into words. Not that the Doctor would have answered anyway.

"I don't age. I regenerate," the Doctor explained in a solemn tone. "But humans decay. You wither and you die."

Rose closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She knew she needed to tell him and this was certainly not the best time, but if she didn't get it off her chest she was going to break down. "Doctor, listen."

However, the Doctor didn't seem to hear her and continued speaking. "You have no idea how hard it is watching that happen to someone you," he broke off right before the word Rose wanted him to say, finally realizing that Rose had spoken up. "What is it, Rose?"

"I'm," Rose began, swallowing the lump in her throat before speaking. "Doctor, look at me," she demanded. "It's important."

The Doctor looked away, muttering under his breath again. "You can spend the rest of your life with me, but I can't spend the rest of mine with you," he paused.

In that moment Rose took the opportunity to speak up, hoping the Doctor was listening. "I'm pregnant."

"It's the curse of the Time Lords," he finished, clearly not comprehending what she had said until he had finished speaking, his mouth forming an o in surprise. "Wait, what?"

Before Rose had a chance to respond a Krillitane shrieked, swooping down from a roof towards them before it flew off into the night.

Mickey and Sarah Jane rushed up to the couple, asking questions about it didn't attack while the Doctor stared wide-eyed at Rose, who only took his silence to mean one thing. A confirmation of the fear that had been plaguing her ever since that strip of plastic had displaying that stupid plus sign. She should have seen it coming, especially with the arrival of Sarah Jane. He didn't care. He was going to leave her, dump her like he did all the others. He never answered her question, never told her how many others had been like her. For all she knew, the same thing had happened to Sarah Jane and that was why he left her. And now he was going to do the same thing to Rose.

And she didn't think she could do anything to stop him.

Hope you enjoyed it! Much more to come!

Gabrielle