Title: Will We Ever Be Again

Author: Smego Baggins

Category: Drama/Angst/Romance (mild)

Pairings: Rose/Doctor

Rating: K, but I'm putting it under T for later chapters: character death, mild swearing, ummmm …. Depression, crappy feelings… yeah, not a happy fic.

Status: Incomplete (updating when I finish the chapters)

Sequel: Depends, one is in the works, but might not complete it, just the reviewers decide.

Email: Sometimes, no matter what, it's impossible to save something that is dying from the moment it's born. And everything will change, whether it's horrendous or makes you stronger.

Disclaimer: This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author.

Archive: Whatever, just let me know it's gonna be.

Author's Note: Ok, first off, it's not going to be a happy little fic. I'm sure you people love killing off your favourite or torturing them mentally. Me? I just like giving them real life situations and letting it run from there.

The actual inspiration for came from Avelynn Tame's 'Piece of Plastic' and I ran with an idea of turning it around. Though I haven't put a scene like that in this. If any of its out of character I simply apologise and will fix whatever is wrong. I'm just spreading my wings into the Doctors territory, hope he doesn't mind.

Dedication: For a person who I have long since lost contact with. Mrs Vich, if it wasn't for you, I would never know how to read, write and express my inner desires. You simply refused to give up when you were told I was a hopeless case. And if I EVER published anything, I'll find you and give you the first edition. So I dedicate this with love and a braver face for knowing I can write my own name because of you.

Will We Ever Be Again

Chapter 1

The room was quiet and the only sounds that could be heard was the soft humming of the inner workings of the TARDIS as it waited for further instructions from the Doctor. It was quite unusual for Rose to awake for no reason at all, however she felt confused and slightly warm.

Glancing at her wrist-watch, she discovered that it was only 3 in the morning, shifting around to find a cool spot in the sheets, she moved away from the Doctors sleeping form. Although he was cool to the touch, he wasn't the right 'coolness' she needed.

Feeling wide awake she couldn't help but let her mind wonder back to the time it had started. It was after the incident with her father and the reapers. She'd felt as if she had betrayed the Doctors trust towards her, that maybe she should go home and let the Doctor find himself someone who was capable of not screwing up time for their own benefits.

He had found her crying quietly on her bed, her comforter soaking the salty liquid of her eyes, her mascara running and making the small toy damp. Knowing words simply weren't going to help at this moment he simply sat there besides her, holding her and rocking them both gently. When he was sure she was slightly better, he began saying that he never should have listened to her simple request, saying he should have known better, not to let her see something like that happen to people she really cared for.

He then began to murmur that he was also afraid for her when the reapers had attacked, that he would have done anything to bring her father back just to make her happy … and that he loved her.

The rest was lost to her as they had begun to comfort each others fears with assurances of kisses and stroking, hands through hair and breathless promises.

Next morning Rose had awoken to find the Doctor staring at her in a far off gaze. She saw no hint of regret, but endless guilt on his lax features. Thinking he was having second thoughts, she had risen and was about to head for the kitchen when he had wrapped his arms around her and whispered that he did love her and that he wasn't going to turn domestic, no matter what she said.

She shook herself from her memories and stretched gently, rubbing her rounded stomach. She was near full term and had followed everything down to the letter, well, the Doctor had anyway. From the moment the pregnancy had been confirmed by both a home-pregnancy kit and a blood test, he had become more 'full of it' that on more than one occasion she'd threatened to make the TARDIS take her to a place that was deserted and leave him there just so she could get a moment of peace. He had insisted that she eat everything the universe, including past and present, could offer for the health of mother and child. She quickly drew the line when she was almost forced to eat some puffy orange and blue thing that was still wriggling in her soup. His enthusiasm not even remotely crushed, he went back to simply making her eat normal healthy food that came from earth and only earth.

Speaking of food she hadn't eaten last night and Rose knew she had worried him by refusing anything the Doctor offered to have made up for her. After insisting that she was only tired, and would eat in the morning, they had gone to bed, the Doctor wrapping his arms around her growing stomach.

Feeling exhausted but completely awake she listened to the sound of the TARDIS hum around her, trying to lull herself into a light sleep again. Almost in a doze she was jerked awake by an uncommonly sharp pain rippling down her stomach.

When it ended she breathed deeply and bit her bottom lip, uncertain of what to do. Looking over at her sleeping Doctor, Rose debated about whether to wake him and let him fuss over something that would take ages. A week early was nothing to be worried over, and Rose was almost positive that this was a false alarm. Besides, if was the early stages of labour, she knew it would take a long time to actually giving birth. There was no need to wake him from his rare deep-sleep and have him all worried and constant pacing. Usually the Doctor was never easily worked up over anything, but lately as she had grown bigger he'd grown more anxious and on-edge than normal, he was unpredictable.

Three hours later Rose was almost convinced that she was in the earlier stages of labour. Not having anything to compare it to, though, made it hard for her to be 100 certain. Knowing that they were getting worst by the few minutes between them, she rolled over onto her side, away from the Doctor, and tried to curl herself around the football that had decided to grow where her flat stomach usually was.

Feeling the warmth leave his back, the Doctor woke and felt that something was happening. Noticing Rose curled into a tight ball as she could manage, he placed a cool hand on her bare shoulder, her nightie strap on her upper arm. "Rose?" he asked, concerned. "What's wrong? You ok?"

She shook her head. Her breathing short and sharp as another contraction hit. A few minutes passed, in which he rubbed her arm comfortingly.

"What is it?" he whispered quietly.

She looked at him and shakily smiled. "I'm pretty sure that I'm in labour."

A look of disbelief crossed the Doctors features before he broke in a huge grin. "Fantastic!"

Rose didn't know what was fantastic about it but was then reminded by another contraction hitting. She doubled over and breathed deeply, she looked up to find the Doctor on her mobile.

"Rose?" she heard her mothers voice on the other end. Taking the phone from the Doctor she breathed again, trying to calm the pain and from crying out. "Mum, it's me. Look, I think I'm in labour; call the hospital and tell them we'll be there in a few ticks, yeah?"

It brought on another memory of when the Doctor and Rose had visited when she was 5 months, she didn't even have to bother with telling her mother, as she noticed the look on her daughters face and the bump that had begun to appear where her mid-section was. She showed no anger or even told the Doctor off for knocking up her little baby girl, instead she flung herself at Rose and the Doctor and started going on about buying this and that and that it would have to be born on earth and not some place that would require her having to own a spaceship.

Despite the fact that she'd found out her only daughter was pregnant to an alien who was the last of his race, she was quite excited about becoming a grandmother, and even said she didn't care about how many limbs it had as long as she could spoil it rotten when they visited.

She heard her mother let out a cry of joy, "Oh, wait until everybody hears of this! I'm going to be a grandmother!"

Rolling her eyes, she handed the phone back to the Doctor who repeated the list of what to do before hanging up and helping Rose to her unsteady feet. When travelling in the TARDIS they discovered that it was safer to travel in the main area as it had the most shock absorbers in the whole ship. Even if you did end up on your bum upon landing.

Settling her down comfortably on the ground, the Doctor quickly went to the controls, but couldn't resist teasing her.

"You know, your going to have to put up with your mother," he said half-heartedly. "So, what would you rather? Future or …."

Crying out in pain from a closer contraction, Rose yelled, "OWN time! Own time!"

Grinning, he punched in the right numbers, spun the little wheel and pumped the TARDIS for the trip. "2006," he announced, "here we come!"

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Next chapter should be up in the next few days. And if anyone can figure out a better title, tell me please.

Please review and enjoy!

Smego Baggins