Disclaimer: Did not make, do not own, am not making money off of Doctor Who or related charactors. They all belong to BBC.
Authors Note: I was just trying to answer why the Doctor wouldn't do domestic and this came out. It was meant to be funny, but...the charactors had other plans.
The Doctor was so human and so alien. Rose didn't understand why he hated humans so much; if he hadn't told her he was not human then she would of pegged him as such. He cried when hurt; he laughed when amused or tickled; he ate normal, every day food. But he was with-drawn too, with a look of anger or deep hurt in his eyes when ever he wasn't looking at her or, sometimes but rarely, Jack. And it wasn't this that made him seem unhuman. Many men refused to talk about what was bothering them. Even more flatly stated nothing was wrong.
What made him alien were things she found out by accident or chance. Like when, just a few hours ago to excape beheading on the planet Whatever-it-was, she pressed her ear against his chest in an atempt to make room for Jack in a closet. She had heard and felt two heartbeats; not exactly normal. Then this morning she caught him up at four in the morning fiddling with the Tardis. Asked why he was up, he told her, "I only need two or three hours of sleep every two days."
He was hard to figure. Sometimes he acted like a regular joe - then said some remark about how stupid or primitive humans were and they should all keep to themselves before they really damaged the universe.
She snuggled into a chair and mused to herself. He was happiest on Earth, no doubt there. But it was like he was looking for something or someone, and he was so disapointed when he did not find whatever it was he was looking for. At first Rose thought perhaps he was looking for other Time Lords before realizing that was completely stupid. Jack noticed it too, and the two humans had talked about it long into many nights.
What was he looking for? Couldn't possibly be a person; humans didn't live nearly as long as the time-frame the three had stretched. An object maybe, but why? The Doctor told them himself everything he needed was on the Tardis.
Rose hung her head back, stairing at the cieling dispationtly. Maybe she should ask him what he was lurking for.
"Rose?" The Doctor's voice carried into the room, bright and cheerful. "Want to see a creature made of lava save a forest?"
"What!" Rose's head snapped back, and she made eye-contact with the Doctor. He grinned at her. "A lava animal?"
"Yup."
"Saving a forest?"
"Yep."
"Count me in!" She hopped off her chair and into the arms of Jack.
"Why hi." He smirked. "If you wanted a kiss you could of just asked."
"Let go of me." Rose mocked glared at him. He planted a firm kiss on her cheak.
"Oi!" The Doctor broked in. Jack let go of Rose.
"Sorry, good Dcotor, didn't see you." Jack's smile could of lit up the room if it had been a cave.
The Doctor strode purposedly across the room and took Rose's hand. With a pretend glare he stalked out, pulling Rose behind him.
"Hey!" Jack protested, running after them.
The Lava Creature that saved a forest was interesting, but it didn't stop the thoughts in Rose's head. She wanted to know what they where looking for, darn it. Maybe it was a person. Or an animal. An artifact that he wishes would turn up...Rose noticed the Doctor gazing at her.
"What?" She inquired.
"Whats wrong?" He had that intense worried and want to help look on him.
"Nothing." Rose shrugged. The Doctor glared at her. She flinched. That glare always made her surender. "Everytime we go to Earth you look for something. I mean, at first I thought you where looking for ... others." She looked away, ashamed for bringing this pain up in his face.
"I am looking." He said softly, the creature that was using itself as a dam completely forgotten.
"For what?" She looked up into his blue eyes, her brown ones large and innocent.
"My mother." He stated simply. Everything but his eyes remained stoney. Pain flickered, then he was back to normal. "Have no idea who she is. All I know she's human."
"You don't know what time or anything?" Rose asked.
"No."
That would explain it. He was looking in as many places as possible.
"I know she's from the area that's England in your time." The Doctor gazed off into the lava river. "I know she met my father when she was seventeen."
Rose sundenly got an uncomfortable knot in her stomach. "What was your father's name?" She wondered.
"Him? A long name you-"
"won't be able to pronouce." Rose finished while rolling her eyes. The Doctor smiled at her.
"Sorry, but your little ape tongue isn't made to make some of those sounds. The closest you'd be able to get is Yunikoanokliiodortshar."
Rose jerked slightly. Yuni! The Doctor blinked at her. "Rose?"
"I-I need to go lay down." She said weakly, heading for the Tardis. She felt the Doctor's eyes on her, then joined by Jack's, and the knot in her stomach became so uncomfortable she didn't know if she'd make it to her bed.
When she got to her room she threw up. Guilt and shame rolled over her, and even though everything pointed to her being right, she couldn't believe it. After all, it wasn't possible, her talking to the Doctor, then. And besides, Yuni never said anything about time-travel. Just he wasn't human. And lots of species had double hearts, humans where the odd ones out.
Rose spit the last of her barf onto the floor. No, it wasn't right. The Doctor was older then her, too, much, much older. Eight hundred eighty-one years older, to be exact.
With that thought Rose crawled into bed and slept a night with nightmares and woke more then once screaming 'no'.
She found him in the library, facing the fire and muttering darkly. She padded up to him, and he spoke before she could even start.
"You always looked familiar." Was the sentence. "Couldn't place you. Thought perhaps I'd seen you in my travels somewhere." He twisted around to face her. "I came back to get you because your face haunted me, did you know? Spent two hundred years just drifting, saving planet after planet, I even took in one companion. She lasted about seven years, then found a mate." He smiled sadly. "She was a good friend..." He trailed off, looking back into the fire. "After she left I decided to go back and get you. Your face would not go away, like some picture pasted in my brain. Each day it got brighter and more clear. I began to dream of you; and you know whats odd? Your exactly the way you were in the dreams."
Rose bit her lower lip. "Whats your name Doctor?" She asked.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" He snapped. A sigh came from the chair. "Sorry." He shifted around. "I-I can't remember." He sounded so lost. "It started with a 'T'." He said brightly, too brightly.
Rose came around the chair and saw pictures strewn about. The Doctor was holding one in his hand, one she couldn't see.
"My father had one picture of my mother. Just one. I saw it when I was nine and then never again. I knew it was my mum 'cause she was smiling. An actual, real smile, with real happiness. Not something a Time Lady would do."
Rose sat down beside the chair. "Why not?"
"Emotions are for lesser beings." The Doctor said bitterly.
"Th-thats..." Rose couldn't finish.
"Yeah." The Doctor glanced at her. "School was hell. No emotions, ha! Everyone clearly hated me. I had to work tripple to get half the grade the others just got handed."
"Doctor-"
"Its true." He insisted. "If the report was a page long, I had to do three pages." He looked into Rose's eyes. "The teachers never called me by my name. I was always the 'Half One' or the 'Monkey'..." He laughed with mirth, something Rose couldn't understand why. "Actually, that's why I'm so sore on you lot saying your monkey's. Your not. Your apes." He had tears in his eyes.
Rose reached up and brushed some bangs out of his eyes. The touch made him jerk away, and start to cry slightly. Rose felt her heart brake.
"Don't cry Doctor! Please don't!" She got up and hugged him, enclosing him in a tight embrace. He mumbled and gently pushed her away.
"Rose..." He took a deep breath. "Where'd you meet Mickey?"
"Mickey?" Rose was taken-aback. Then her eyes grew dark and she looked down. "He was my best friend. And he...he stood up for me...tried to help me...he couldn't in the end...but...he was the one who wouldn't look the other way...he was there for me. He didn't judge or..or...pretend it didn't happen..."
"What?" The Doctor inquired. Rose sank to the ground.
"Nevermind." It was so soft the Doctor asked her to repeat it. "I said 'Nevermind!' " Rose got up and made a break for it, trying not to cry and get sick and possibly pee her pants.
But the Doctor was not known for being slow. He intercepted her easily, catching her and not letting go. Rose began to panic. If he didn't let her go, she was going to spill it, the guilt had been eating her relentlessly ever since last night.
The Doctor slowly let her lose. He cupped her face and made her look at him. "Come on, you." He whispered. "I told you now its the other way."
"You don't want to know!" She broke down entirely. He led her back to the chairs (one had magically materialized) and sat her down in one chair then taking the other. After a while Rose hic-uped.
"How dare you!" She hissed. "I came in here to comfort you!"
He grinned that grin and stated : "I'm the Doctor, miss Tyler."
"Balderdash!" Rose sniffled.
"I am too!" He seemed wounded.
"I didn't-"
"I know." He waved it off. Rose rubbed her eyes. How did this happen?
"Why'd you want to know 'bout Mickey?" Rose looked wearily at him.
"Uh...well..." The Dcotor looked uncomfortable. "If I tell you it'll change everything, Rose. I - call me selfish, but I don't want it to change. Besides, I'm nine hundred years old." He was stalling, trying to wiggle out of it.
"What will change?"
"Us."
Rose's eyes went large. No! Nonono! "I- how much change?" She tried to keep her voice causal but the nervousness swamped in anyway.
"I like this, Rose." He told her firmly, no trace of worry anymore. "I..I like taking care of you and Jack." He realized what he had said and closed his eyes, obviously mentally cursing himself.
"And this will change that?" Rose's knot lessened alittle. "What, I'll hate you? You - you didn't kill Mum did you?" Rose was worried. That was the only thing that came to mind that would make her want to leave the Tardis.
"I hate Jackie but I'd never kill her." The Doctor was horrified. "I don't just murder people!"
"I never said you did!" Rose huffed. "You just...I mean..." She glared at him. "You do too! If it saves a few billion lives, you'd snuff me or Jack!"
"I would not!" The Doctor whispered. "Your my family."
Rose didn't have an answer.
"I am?" Jack's voice came from outside. He peeked in.
"You!" The Doctor gave him an amused smile. "Bin standing there long, have you?"
"Since the 'I hate Jackie but I'd never kill her' part." He didn't look remotely abashed for evesdropping.
"Yes, for your information. Like a brother, not anything else." The Doctor answered. "And get out, we're talking."
The last bit was far too serious for even Jack to not listen to, so the Captian apeared thoughtful and said, "I think I'll go for a swim..." and left.
"Rose..." The Doctor hesitated again. He gently reached over and gave her the picture.
Rose looked at it. Her knot clenched and her hand trembled so bad the picture dropped. She went to catch it and ended up on her knees. Her hair went over her eyes.
It wasn't real. The Doctor had found the picture, is all. It wasn't his mum. It was her, Rose Tyler. She was laying on the white floor of Yuni's space ship, wearing a robin's egg blue sweater, and her hair was its natural black. She was laughing almost, Yuni had just cracked a joke.
Rose turned the picture over and there was the note she had written to Yuni the night he had left. Had he ever read it?
'I'll wait forever for you. Go do what it is on your homeworld that you need; you'll always have a place on Earth. Love, Vuna.'
Vuna was the one word she knew of Yuni's language. It litterly meant 'your soul's other half' or 'my souls other half'. It depended on if you where calling yourself Vuna or you lover.
"Rose?" The voice that said her name was not the voice of the Doctor, even though Rose knew it couldn't be anyone else. It was too young, too childlike and too frightened.
"Can't be." Rose manged out. "It just can't be." She was shaking her head. "I was there! I mean, I had to be there, it couldn't...and Mickey was there and Mum and this isn't right!" She was talking to herself, she was confused, she was trying to make sense of it.
She felt the Dcotor slide down beside her. "Rose?" He took a deep breath, "Rose?" It was more normal, controlled. "I'm sorry, your only nineteen, this is too much -"
"Dead!" She blurted and burst into tears.
"Dead?" It was so comicly alright but confused sounding Rose started to laugh and rock herself.
The Doctor's hand touched her hair, stroking it calmly. He murmured something and it took Rose a second to register it as one of those swears he likes to bellow when he does something dumb with the Tardis.
Rose took one last gulp of air then went still. She felt the Doctor's mind graze hers, and then begin to search within her memories. She didn't know what he was doing until he scored on what he wanted; by then it was too late and even though she screamed with all her being for him to get out, she was forced to relive what had haunted her for two years.
"Do you have to go?" Rose, a seventeen year old Rose, sat on her bed. Her black hair was in a ponytale and she was in blue jeans and a orange tank top. Her boyfriend, an alien that claimed he was five hundred years old even though he looked eighteen, stood at her doorway. Arms crossed, he looked like a normal moody young man.
"Yeah." He confirmed bitterly. "Total lock-down, though they arn't saying why. Every person has to go home and report."
"How long will it be?" Rose bit her lip. Should she tell him? The sickness, the backaches? He claimed he was a doctor, so he'd know what it meant. She knew what it meant, of course, her mother told her all about being pregnant. No. Yuni didn't need that. Besides, it has been only two days. She was just getting the flue.
"Don't know." He shrugged. "It might be a year, or it might be a minute." He sundenly grinned. "I'll make it back in a week, no worry."
"What 'bout the law?" She grinned back, then her tongue flicked up and touched her teeth before she laughed. She knew Yuni could get rid of them easily; he had after all just single-handedly taken down a goverment that was opressing its people on Arnaefove. She was there and even though Yuni insisted she had helped, she knew all she did was accidently chop the head off the Head General. Head General! She started to giggle.
Ah, corny!
"What now Ape?" He asked good-naturely.
"Nothing Froggy!" Rose replied.
"Good! I thought youse was laughin' at moi!" He scolded. Rose's grin grew. Yuni did that; he'd talk improper if it got a little twinkle in Rose's eyes. Jackie thought it was annoying and it irritated Mickey so much he had stoped hanging around the flat.
Rose didn't care. As long as she was with Yuni she felt safe and she felt happy.
The teen moved off the bed and took her boyfriend in a hug. "Can I come?" She asked innoccently. She knew the answer but she had to try.
"No." Yuni shook his head. "Sorry, my Vuna."
"Aww!" Rose pouted. "I wanna see your homeworld!"
"Someday, I promise." Yuni pledged. Rose had heard his answer over and over, and she was begining to think she'd never see his homeworld.
"I gotta go." He whispered.
"Wait!" Rose went digging in her nightstand, pulling out a picture and scribbling something on the back. She handed it to him.
He smiled. "Bye, Vuna." And he walked out of her room without looking back, the feeling of safety going with him.
Rose went back to her bed, sitting down and hugging the little bear Yuni had bought her. She snuggled it sadly. She hated it when Yuni was gone.
It came silently and swiftly. A rack of pain and confusion and pure coldness. Rose wanted to scream but her voice would not work. Somewhere deep inside her a voice that wasn't hers cried out in anguish, calling for an answer from some unknown place. When it didn't get it, it cried and Rose cried with it.
Two days later Rose sat on her bed, gazing in shock at the stick. She was pregnant. With an alien's baby. Her alien's baby. She grinned suddenly and squealed, falling onto her back. In four days Yuni would be back and then they both can celebrate. They talked of it - though Yuni had told her it was near impossible.
"Impossible, HA!" She said in triamph, placing a hand on her tummy. "Hear that? Your wonderfully impossible."
She felt a happy stirring inside her, answering her joyfully.
"What?" Mickey poked his head in. "What was that, Rose? Don't tell me you forgot our date!" He joked.
"I'm pregnant!" Rose blurted happily. Mickey blinked at her then smiled.
"Ha ha." He told her.
"I'm not joking." She waved the stick. Mickey frowned.
"But Rose...your seventeen. And besides, you don't have a boyfriend!"
Rose's smile wavered. "Don't have...you know Brant." 'Brant' was what they told everyone Yuni's name was. Brant Brickfield.
"Brant?" Mickey shook his head. "No, sorry, I don't know anyone named Brant."
"But-" Rose started then looked at her stomach. "You know him. We went to the movies three weeks ago. I went with Brant and you went with Gloria."
"You mean that Justin fellow?"
"No." Rose whispered. Justin Mildred? No way! He picked his nose and when he burped he purposedly looked in someone's face. Rose locked eyes with Mickey. "Brant's a little taller then you, has brown hair and green eyes."
"Nope."
"You don't know him at all?"
"No."
Rose's lower lip trembled. "This isn't funny!"
"I'm not being funny!"
Rose held her head up. "Fine, then. Maybe it was someone else we went to the movies with!" She knew this wasn't the case but she decided to humor Mickey. "And I do have a boyfriend! Surely you remember why you havn't been hanging around the flat for the past month."
"Sure I do." Mickey's confession gave Rose releif. "Jackie and I had a row. She threw the phone at my head!"
Rose stared at him. When did that happen? She would of remembered something like that. Unless they did it while she was out but that was ridiculous, Mickey didn't really like Jackie and wouldn't be alone with her if he could help it.
"Liar." Rose tried to stop the word; however, it had its own agenda. Mickey looked at the ground.
"I'm sorry Rose, I really don't know." His voice was so soft.
"It-its alright. Perhaps you never met him."
"Met who?" Jackie butt in.
"No one." Mickey left. Jackie eyed Rose.
"Met who?"
"Brant." Rose replied.
"Brant who?"
This was where Rose realized something was wrong.
"Your seventeen!" Jackie bellowed. "You are too young!"
"I don't care!" Rose shouted back. She was crying hard.
It was the next day and Rose had finially told Jackie. Jackie had caught her daughter being sick in the toilet, then cornered her into the truth. They where in the living room now, Rose's hand protectively on her belly.
"Please!" Jackie sat down oppasite of Rose. "Just think about it."
"I'm not killing my baby!" Rose snapped.
"Baby? Its just a bunch of cells!"
"Mum!" Rose gasped.
"What? It'll be painless, I'm sure, you will be fine!"
"No, I won't." Rose shook her head. "My son or daughter will be dead!"
"You can have children later." Jackie sighed. "Look, I just don't want you to grow up too fast, is all. A baby is a big repsoncibilty. More then a job or a pet, and yes, a child is more important then both, but...your seventeen, sweatheart."
Rose wouldn't acknowledge what her ears where telling her. Jackie saw the look on her daughters face and sighed. The door bell rang.
It was Mickey. He and Jackie traded places, Jackie leaving the apartment and Mickey claiming her seat.
"If you want the baby I'll help you." Mickey's offer sent Rose into a tumble of relief. She looked up, seeing the hesitation in Mickey's eyes. Her didn't want the baby. Jackie didn't want it either.
But Rose wanted it. It was hers and Yuni's, all theirs and, as far as she was concerned, a perfect little creature. She looked down and rubbed her belly.
Where could it live in this world? But Yuni would be back in a few days. Maybe they could leave and raise their child somewhere else, somewhere much more open. After all, it was going to be a half-breed.
'That sounds so cruel. Half-breed.' Rose reflected. 'Well, its my half-breed.' She smiled faintly then saw Mickey again.
"Give me a few days." She told him.
"If your going to terminate it, you have to do it soon." Mickey was fidgeting.
"A few days." Rose re-stated.
A few hours later she walked in on Mickey and Jackie fighting. Rose stood in the hall, trying to block it out but not being able to move.
"You have no right!" Mickey's voice was shaking. He had never shouted before, not at anyone. He was like a mouse. He'd rather run and hide, specificly if it was behind Rose. Now he was one on one with Jackie the Lioness.
"No right! She's my daughter!"
"And the baby she is carrying is your grandchild!"
"It is not!" Jackie gasped and it sounded like she clamped her hand over her mouth.
"You are being selfish and cruel and STUPID!" Mickey bellowed, no trace of fright this time. Just anger. "Let her live her life!"
"I know how it is to raise a child without a father!" Jackie screamed. "Its hard and miserable! I love Rose with all my heart and I wouldn't trade her for anything, but I want to protect her!"
"Your doing a really banged up job." Mickey commented before leaving. He didn't even notice Rose against the wall as his head was down and ... he was crying.
Yuni didn't come back. Rose was so lost; the one thing she had counted on had not come through. Had he left because he knew she was pregnant and didn't want to live with it? Using some technology, did he make everyone forget about him?
No. Yuni would never do that. He must be taking alittle longer is all, or maybe...
Her eyes grew large. Yuni couldn't be dead, could he?
Her mind flickered to the pain and coldness she had expeiranced in her room. What if that little voice was the child, knowing its father had died and was calling out for him? Hopeing that it wasn't the case?
She closed her eyes. If Yuni was dead...
"Yes." She told Jackie five minutes later. "Yes."
She didn't really remember much. She just knew it was a room with a doctor and her mother on her side and Mickey out in the waiting room. Mickey had tried to talk her out of it; he had the look of relief but he still pushed the offer of helping raise the child.
Rose knew it wasn't possible. Her little alien wouldn't belong here and she couldn't raise him (she had decided it was a he) all alone.
She remembered a sunden little uneasiness that wasn't her own nestle into her. She recalled the slight panic that blew into a whirlwind when the doctor poked something up into her. And she could hear clearly the voice that screamed in fear and confusion, crying for her to stop whatever it was she was doing, wondering why she was doing it.
For nearly two years each night - until a strange man had rescued her - she could hear the little voice, "Mummy, no! Please! Don't!"
Rose had stopped crying awhile ago. At the point where he had made her relive the abortion she had barfed. Now she was growing still.
"Rose?" The Doctor tried to cup her face again, to force her to look at him. She scrambled away and hugged herself, awear that if she tried to make a run for it he would just catch her. She was also so sick she didn't trust herself to move much.
He cornered her. She whimpered and tried to push him away but failed miserably. He murmured something she couldn't understand. She flinched as he brought her into a hug.
The little voice inside her spoke again, but this time it said different words.
'I'm here, Mother. You didn't kill me, I'm right here. I'll take care of you, Mother.'
She didn't deserve to be taken care of by the child she murdered, but at the same time she knew she hadn't killed him because he was holding her, and she felt the universe was too kind.
People, can someone please tell me how to upload the next chapter? I've tried to figure it out, but...HELP! Please!