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The Doctor sighed and let him head drop. His configurations had been wrong. Again. And yet he didn't know which part needed correcting. No matter what he tried, no matter what new numbers he entered or whatever new sun or star system he tapped in, the result was the same.

There was no way to open up a portal. No way to transfer himself to a different universe. To Rose's universe, or rather, the universe Rose was in.

But he wouldn't give up. Of course he wouldn't. He was the Doctor, and to him nothing was impossible. It was just a question of time. And too much time had been wasted by him sitting in Rose's old room, inhaling the faint, ever dwindling scent of her, and theorising, wondering about her baby. Or possibly their baby.

As far as he could tell, it was the only way. Rose had had the Time Vortex in her head, in her body. The same vortex that held a part of him. All Doctors were bound to their ships. It contained the very essence that made them who they were.

In theory, it was possible, maybe improbable but definitely possible, that as Rose had been dragged out of one universe and into another, the remnants of the vortex had given her what she needed, and him a tie to get her back.

If only he could figure out how to get there.

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Rose looked out of the window. It was raining. Again. It was always raining, to her anyway. According to her mum, it was sometimes sunny, but Rose didn't believe her. The sun meant light and happiness. It meant things that didn't mean anything to Rose anymore.

The only saving grace, the only thing that kept her sane was the small being growing inside her. She looked down, her hand resting on her small bump, and sighed. After telling the Doctor two months ago she didn't know how she was pregnant, there had been a strange dream, glowing golden, and a voice. A voice sounding so alien, and completely non-human, it had made her scared.

But the voice had explained. It had explained who it was, who and what the baby was, and how she herself, Rose, had changed. She had taken the vortex into her, and it would always be with her, both in her, and in her unborn child.

Her half-human, half-gallifrayen child. His and her child. Because it was his, genetically, it was his as well.

It was a gift, the voice had said. A chance for everything to be right, to be as it should be. But as much as Rose wanted to believe this, she couldn't. Nothing could be right again. Even with her baby, whom she already loved with all her heart.

Nothing was right, because he wasn't here.

'Rose!' The loud, slightly panicked voice of her mother made Rose jump. She got to her feet, and hurried to the door of the room. Leaning out slightly, she called back.

'Mum? What?' There was complete silence for a while, then a different voice answered.

'Er, Rose. I think you better come here and look'. Frowning slightly, concern pulling at her mind, Rose left the relative safety and sanctuary of her room, and walked, albeit quickly, to the kitchen. What she saw there made her stop dead. Rose swayed, the bloody rushing from her head, and she felt faint.

'What...how..?'

'Hey Rosie.'

'But you're dead.' She whispered, before fainting into the arms of Captain Jack Harkness.

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Hope that answered some questions...or not, and I hoped you liked the slight cliff hanger. Feel free to review or e-mail and ask questions...i will try and answer, and reply to every review!