AN: Right, I've had e-mails begging me, people saying they'd threaten to cry and my own mother saying that I have no maternal instincts. She's a liar; I loved my rat, Marco! That's another story.

This chap really doesn't give anything away, but yeah, needed to write something. Hope you guys like. It's now taking me half a day to write chapters now All reviewers are impressed. Yes, I am full of it.

Dedication: For all friends that have come into my life and have enriched my horizons of sci-fi. Thankyou Adele for Stargate, Louis for Quantum Leap (sill love the JFK episode,) and Greg for the Star Wars.

Chapter 3

They had flatten the bed so that it was straight as a board and started getting needles and other instruments out, Dr Rosenberg injected something into Roses' veins and within minutes her vitals were more steady than they had been a few seconds ago. Minutes after that she regained conscious and asked what had happened.

While she breathing easily, they had Rose on 100 oxygen to prevent any unknown complications from arising. She was now stable and so was the baby; its heart rate had slowed down, though only just. Seeming that the birth was a breech Dr Rosenberg advised that an ultrasound and full blood works be completed before they moved to surgery for a caesarean.

Within half an hour all was ready for the arrival of the first baby of Rose and Chris. Roses' collapse had been put down to a slight infection that she'd had but not taken notice to, and it was only made worse by the labour depleting her of strength and energy.

All was well so far.

The ultrasound revealed nothing sinister, though the baby had a heart murmur; however, the Doctors' sharp eyes seen two hearts, so no health problems except for the rising heart rate again. When done they wheeled Rose into the surgery room and got the Doctor to change into green scrubs along with his own clothes, his jacket left back in the room.

Rose took one look at him and started laughing hysterically. Telling her that now was not the time to actually laugh, as the nurse had just injected her with local and the surgeon was waiting to open her only made her laugh harder.

It took a few minutes for her to calm herself enough so that the doctor could begin. It was a strange feeling, she could feel him cutting into her abdomen but it didn't hurt in the slightest. She felt them working around and the sound of the Doctors' breathing, hitching whenever they pulled at something that looked like it would hurt but thanks to the drugs, did no such thing. She felt his normally cool hand, slightly warm and squeezed when his breath hitched, grasping her own gently.

"Got ya," the surgeon murmured, carefully slicing the wombs musclier structure, after all that what it really was. He nodded to an awaiting nurse and a team nearby with an incubator and other objects in case anything was wrong.

With that he pulled out a baby that was backwards and smothered in muck from developing in a womb for the past nine months.

Rose turned to the Doctor. "Girl or boy?"

He craned his neck for a few seconds, trying to catch a glimpse of his child's sex, finally seeing what it was he grinned.

"Boy." He replied huskily.

Rose nodded, happy that it was over. Only something was wrong. Her little boy wasn't crying, why wasn't he crying? All newborns cried from the shock of the cold and were placed on their mother's stomach, to warm them up and commence the bonding that mother and child needed.

Noticing this also, the Doctor squeezed Roses' hand before trying to stand to see what was happening. Before his backside left the seat, the surgeon was now doing Rose back up and making sure that Roses' IV was having painkillers placed into the machine part of the drip.

Another surgeon, his face obscured by the mask, but his eyes a deep green, leaned around to the now worried couple. "Every things fine, but we're going to have to take your baby down to the neonatal unit. You can see him in a few hours."

Without further explanation they wheeled the new baby boy away and Rose back to recovery. Saying the Doctor was pissed was an understatement. Telling Rose he'd be back he walked down to the said unit, but I was locked by security clearance. Rolling his eyes at the apes attempt to keep him from his newborn son; he took out the sonic screwdriver and ran it over the codes.

"Excuse me?" Came a quiet Australian accented voice. "But are you meant to be here?"

Startled, he quickly disappeared the sonic screwdriver with a flick of his fast moving fingers. "Um … my son was brought here a few minutes ago; they didn't say anything just said he was here."

The tiny brown haired nurse blinked a few times, then nodded. "Was he born prematurely?"

"No, breech, caesarean." The Doctor replied uncomfortably. "Mothers name is Rose Tyler."

"Oh, yes," the nurse produced a clipboard that the Doctor didn't notice. "He was brought in a few minutes ago with breathing complications and a heart murmur."

"Not a murmur," the Doctor muttered so quietly that she didn't hear. He looked at her tag and found her name was Linda. "Can I see him?"

Linda shook her head in apology. "He's still with the team and being treated, but I will send down his head nurse and the Doctor in charge. If no one comes with in fifteen, have them call 3452 and a lady called Burney will straighten everything out."

Knowing that she meant what she was saying and not just brushing him aside, headed back to the ward where Rose was being held and walked in.

Seconds a young doctor and a nurse whose nametag read 'Julie' came around and seated themselves within the room.

"We're sorry about the sudden wheeling away of your baby." The young doctor, Dr Neilson, began by way of introduction. "But it was necessary as he had to be coaxed to breath on his own."

"There's been a few complications," Julie explained quietly, "while he's alive, he was presented with the birth cored wrapped around his neck three times, we cleared that quickly but had to resuscitate him when he failed to breath on his own, we again had to preform this a second time while we took him down to his ward."

"He is alive?" Rose spoke quietly, wiping her tears of uncertainty from her eyes. "I mean, he's not brain-dead or anything is he?"

"No," Dr Neilson replied instantly, "however his is in critical condition and the first twenty-four hours are the tell tale times."

"But you just said he was being kept alive by a machine," the Doctor stated, feeling these two were hiding something.

"He's not on life-support, just a ventilator." Julie assured. "It's helping him breath, when he's able to, we'll disconnect it for a few minutes, let him breath on his own, then place him back on it."

"We know this is a hard time for you both," Dr Neilson sighed, "but if anything does happen, did you name him?"

The Doctor, who was sitting on the bed next to Rose, his wrinkled leather jacket back on, blinked a few times, and looked at Rose.

"Dylan," Rose breathed heavily, "we're naming him Dylan."

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It was four hours later that they went to see Dylan, as he was now known. Rose had no idea where the name had come from, or why she liked the sound of it.

"It sounds sporty," she concluded finally as the Doctor pushed her wheelchair, after he point blank told her that she wasn't walking because it was too far to go after having her stomach cut open. "Like he could one day be a soccer player."

"I didn't think you liked sport?" he questioned.

"Well, it sounds like a name that could take you places." She firmly said, making the Doctor chuckle in thought.

They were admitted by Julie, Dylan's head nurse, and guided towards the incubator that held their little baby. The little certificate gave details that the Doctor memorized in one sitting.

Name: Dylan Thomas Smith ('Not sure I could say your last name, let alone have them spell it' Rose had said.)

Birth Weight: 2.250kg

Condition: Cardiac Murmur, resuscitation occurred twice, critical condition.

Looking into the crib, he saw that Dylan was awake and staring at them both with huge saucer eyes, swathed in a white tape, his tiny mouth and flattened infant nose were completely invisible under a breathing tube. His tiny arms were wrapped in gauze to prevent him from pulling at the tubes in his mouth and nose, and were splinted with things that looked suspiciously like tongue depressors. Seeing this made the normally strong alien want to cry and tell them to release his son from this.

For a few moments they both sat there and watched him stare into his own vacant world, like newborn infants so often did. Dylan's tiny left foot moved slightly, though his huge nappy covered most of his tiny legs. It was then that Rose saw how tiny Dylan was for a newborn, almost the size of a premature baby by a full month.

Not taking her eyes from Dylan's almost hidden face, she breathed deeply. "He's not meant to be that tiny, is he Doctor?"

Swallowing down a lump, he blinked a few times before answering. "No, and I don't know why he's this little."

Julie opened one of the little doors to the incubator, and Rose gently slid her hand in and took one of Dylan's small hands, his own not even wrapping around the whole of her little finger.

She promised herself that she wouldn't cry when seeing him, knowing he was in the best of care that the hospital could offer, if they had to pay for any treatment it meant nothing as the Doctor could go from homeless bum to being richer than Donald Trump. Only seeing this little being that was clinging to life nearly broke her. It was a more horrible feeling that knowing your world would end in five billion years.

"I don't get it," she whispered quietly. "We did everything right."

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Over the next few days Dylan did as well as could be expected. His eyes, brown with just a hint of blue, were open and blinking, taking in what his limited vision could take in. He could kick, gasp and breathe, at least for a small portion, on his own.

Dylan was baffling the doctors' as to why he was so gravely ill, he had no reason to not be breathing on his own. Countless tests and x-rays were now showing he had two hearts, normal for Gallifreyan physiology, but turning out to be fatal for the newborn.

The Doctor now understood what had happened. While it was possible for him to have children with humans, as he himself was part human and had already had a child who was human, this is what could happen. He'd just never seen it, and he was unable to tell Rose that Dylan might eventually die.

He visited Dylan whenever Rose was sleeping, as they kept her in for close observation and on a strong course of antibiotics, safe enough for her to express for Dylan, and sat quietly with his little boy, he wasn't able to hold him as Dylan was too bound by tubes and wires.

A sudden beeping that shrill to hear broke the doctor from his deep thinking, knowing that those sounds were never good he looked up and inspected every monitor on Dylan. It wasn't him; another baby who was two months premature was flat-lining. Technicians and nurses rushed towards the failing infant and surrounded the incubator began working on the tiny chest. Watching the nurses' work desperately on the other preemie, the Doctors' hearts ached.

Turning his attention back to Dylan, he fascinated himself with watching his sons' chest rise and fall in the same motion as the Doctors' hearts.

The other baby was stabilised and the rush was over as the nurses' returned back to their duties, though two nurses' stayed with the baby in case of a relapse.

"How's he doing today?" Julie asked, coming up behind the Doctor and opening the incubators little treatment windows, as she noticed Chris looking at his son like he wanted to hold him. "Don't worry, he'll stay warm."

Thanking her, he carefully pushed the door open so his huge hand could reach in without knocking anything within the heated box. After hundreds of years of working with technology, he was afraid of breaking his sons' only link with life. He softly stroked the side of Dylans' face, careful of the breathing and feeding tubes and tape keeping them in place. His pinkish skin was soft and warm, and the Doctor could easily trace the veins under his smooth untouched skin.

Dylan kicked his feet again and made a 'hmmm' sound that meant he was content with the soft massage that his daddy was doing, little circles around his chest, feeling the dual heartbeat within his impossibly small chest. Dylan squinted his eyes and gave a huge yawn, smiling slightly the Doctor sat with him until he fell into sleep.

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AN:Well, hope you people like it. Kinder of a sweet end and such, next will make you cry. hands tissue and TARDIS plushie with working light to reviewers

Someone asked why I put the singing in the last chapter, well, last year my cousin Lisa (Jaidens' mummy) was having a very slow birth, and I gave her my iPod to listen to, and she started singing to Rock DJ, by Robbie Williams (hottie that he is) and soon the room was singing. We were told to shut up by a passing Doctor who complained, but try telling a mother in labour to shut up and live. !

I read somewhere that the Doctor was part alien 'on his mothers' side' as he put it, but not a hundred percent positive, so if anything is changed, let me know and I'll change it.

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