Right, this is slightly longer, and answers a few questions, so I hope you like it!
Thanks again to everyone for the reviews, I'm glad so many people are liking this story.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I am a nobody. However I am working on that...both parts.
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The Doctor rocked on his heels, hands shoved deep within the pockets of his long coat, his face a picture of disbelief. He'd been like that for 10 minutes. His eyes were fixed on a flashing light on his console, a single purple blinking light. Why purple? Well, he could get into a whole conversation about that, explaining why purple is actually better than red for several reasons.
But he won't. Not today, not quite now, because now, his attention is completely focused upon what this single flicking light means, and how it will affect his whole life. Because the meaning behind this little dot of flashing brilliance will do just that. It will change his life. Forever.
That is, as long as he can find what he's looking for. Because this flashing light is telling him something that he has been wishing for for nearly 6 months. That he has done it. He has achieved the impossible (didn't he tell you he would do just that?). It tells him that he is a genius, that he is going to travel across the universal divide and that he will see Rose again after so long apart.
It tells him that he is going to be a father.
And that is the scariest thing he has heard in 900 years.
He didn't know how long he had been standing there for, but something, a spark or the insistent prodding from the TARDIS, propelled him into action, and he leant forward and without hesitation pressed the blinking purple button.
And the TARDIS blinked from one universe to another. It was that simple. So simple the Doctor was amazed he hadn't thought of it sooner. But he reasoned with himself. It took even geniuses like himself time to cut things down and do the impossible. But still, 6 months was a long time. Too long to be wasting time standing around in the TARDIS control room congratulating himself.
And so once again he was a flurry of activity. This time with a spring in his step and the cheeky smile that hadn't graced his lips in many many weeks.
'I'm coming Rose.' He let out an excited cheer, and bounced a bit more. 'I'm coming,'
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Rose awoke to the familiar smell of coffee and a small kick from her growing baby. She smiled, and instinctively 'looked' inside of her, where she could see in her mind her small and beautiful baby. She was not yet born, and Rose knew her to be a she, yet Rose felt her intelligence, felt her listening to the muffled voices of her grandmother and Jack. It was an incredible feeling.
Rose opened her eyes, surprised as always to see a room different from her own at the manor. It took a few disconcerting moments to remember where she was, but then she did, and the reasons for it came flooding back to her.
But her instincts had been right, that they now knew. Jack's travelling companion, a familiar man by the name of Adam with a strange hole in his forehead that appeared when you clicked your fingers, had been keeping lookout for them while they were hidden away on Jack's ship. He was watching, listening, and his reports had been worrying.
It was being done quietly, but there was most definitely a search. Men had been questioning people in the streets, holding up a photo of a young blonde woman, Rose, and asking for information. And when nobody had answers, they began to disappear. Innocent people being taken.
One every other day, then every day, then two, then three a day. None of them seen again, each vanishing into a white van while men in long dark coats made secretive gestures and whispered covertly into their jacket collars and sleeves.
Of course Rose knew of this. Maybe not to the actual scale of the disappearances, (they didn't want to worry her and the baby) but she knew. And she also had a good idea as to why it was happening.
It was only too obvious that someone wanted her and her baby, someone who knew her secret, knew that the baby wasn't fathered by an unknown man at a drunken party, but that she was fathered by the last of the Time Lords.
It didn't matter that the baby had been conceived through desperation and need and a will to keep a part of her beloved Doctor with her, rather than any physical happenings. A baby fathered, no matter how, by a race many believed to be but a myth, was a precious a sought after being indeed, which in turn makes the mother a very sought after human.
After all, how many times did it happen that a human captured the heart of a Time Lord?
And so, Rose knew why they wanted her. She knew how they were going about it, and she knew how they would never find her they way they were going. She knew all of this. The only thing she didn't know was who.
Oh yes, she could think of many people who would like to have her baby, if indeed they existed in this universe, the problem was who, if any of them, actually had the means to find out the truth to her baby's identity, and the means to pull off such a wide scale search without the police stepping in to stop it.
Now that was a question she couldn't answer. And it was the question that was the most important.
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A woman paced. Her body language betrayed her anger, her mouth set in a tight line as she fought against the urge to launch into a verbal attack upon the man standing before her. Finally she stopped, placed her hands on the desk in front of her, and looked directly at him.
'It's been 3 weeks.' She said in a calm voice that screamed fury. '3 weeks, and you've come up with nothing. No witnesses, no leads, NOTHING!' her voice rose on the last word, and the man flinched. 'Tell me Roberts, why should I not be just the slightest bit upset by this?'
The man named Roberts opened and closed his mouth wordlessly, failing to think of anything. Finally, he gulped, and took a deep breath.
'Ma'am, she's just vanished. They all have. We've been to all the places she could have gone, spoken to everyone she ever knew, even placed a reward on her head to all the heads of the organised crime scene. No one knows anything.'
The woman narrowed her eyes.
'People'. She stressed the word. 'do not just vanish into thin air! Time Lords, maybe, which she isn't. The Narm people of Shia? Maybe. Which she definitely isn't. Humans cannot just disappear. Now, you find me something, within the next day, or you will so much more than fired!'
The last sentence was delivered in a furious whisper, and the man paled. Without even waiting for a dismissal, he turned and fled, tripped over his feet as he did so. The woman clenched her fists a few times, before turning and looking out of her window. The view always did help her nerves, and the view of Canary Wharf really was magnificent.
'I will find you Rose Tyler.' She hissed. 'No one escapes Torchwood.'
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K, just to say, cos I've had a couple of comments, I've decided to include Torchwood, even though it was destroyed. It's now months later, it's been rebuilt, and is once again a more secretive organisation. My story, so it's in there. Sorry to those ppl who don't like it.
Is this a cliff hanger? I can't really tell...if it is, sorry! I do love them. Anyway, hope you liked it, and please review! Please please please!