Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter. I was thinking that perhaps there could be more back stories and occasional POVs from other characters, though it would mostly be present with Jenny, the last chapter seemed to be a success, so I thought it might be nice to go into he past more.

Also, from now on I'll be writing in past tense because it's easier.

Anyway, moving on.

Daddy's girl

Chapter Three

Disclaimer: It's Russell's. Apart form the plot, that is.

Telling Jackie once

The Doctor stood with his back to the console and pouted, his hands dug deep into his pockets as he frowned at the wall crossly. Rose, sensing his sulk, put her arms around his waist.

"Oh, stop that," she told him. "It won't be that bad!"

"It will!" he insisted, staring down at his dilapidated converse sneakers. "She'll slap me again, bet you ten quid and a bag of chips,"

Rolling her eyes, Rose sat on the arm of the console chair, something he didn't even bother to tell her off for anymore. "Well it's not like we can not tell her, is it?" she asked, placing a hand over her now three month gone belly. "Not now. If we'd just told her before, when we'd started…"

He didn't reply. She did have a point, but he'd always put off telling Jackie that they were now together until now, and he'd happily have done for quite a while longer, had she not insisted the she wouldn't set foot out side her room until co-ordinates for the Powell Estate were set in that console. So that's where they were heading now, not that he had to put it in. He'd happily have stuck it out and waited until she got bored. But she was so desperate to go he'd felt sorry for her, but he could have let her stay in there if he'd wanted. It was his choice completely.

She put her arms around his shoulder this time and looked up at him with those big chocolate brown eyes he loved so much. "Smile? Please?"

He grinned for her. Who was he trying to kid? He was wrapped around her little finger and he wouldn't have it any other way.

There was a moments silence as Rose wrung the doorbell.

"Oh dear, she must be out. Shame. Well, come on then!" The Doctor turned to leave but Rose dragged him back as footsteps approached the door from the inside. The Doctor groaned as they heard the soft click of the key turning in the lock before the door opened and Jackie stood, in a nightgown and hair curlers, she blinked at them both for a second. Then-

"You two! I swear, you show up at exactly the wrong time, it's 6 in the bleedin' morning! I don't know what use that so-called "Time Machine" thing you both travel about in is, but it don't work that well if-"

"Aw, did we come at a bad time Jackie? Oh well, we'll come back later mayb-" The Doctor began before Rose thumped him on the arm. "Ow!"

"Mum," she began. "There's something we wanted to tell you…"

And then Jackie noticed.

"Oh my God!" Jackie's mouth fell open as she took in Rose's pregnant tummy for the first time. "You're not…?"

Rose nodded, half apologetically, half proudly. "I am," she confirmed. "Three months gone".

"But-but how? When? Who?" Jackie's attention turned to the Doctor. "You!" she said, her face a mix of being shocked and being completely livid.

"Erm, yes. Me," the Doctor backed away slowly, trying to grin winningly and failing. "Sorry," he said. Jackie made her way towards him. "Jackie, no-wait-"

Five minutes later the Doctor and Rose were sitting in the Tyler's living room whilst Jackie got dressed.

"Ten quid and a bag of chips to me," the Doctor said, rubbing his sore face. Rose patted his shoulder sympathetically.

"What shocked you more?" she asked. "When she slapped you or when she hugged you?"

He looked thoughtful for a moment. "On one hand, the hug was less expected; on the other…..she slapped me".

The bedroom door opened and Jackie bustled in fully dressed and with some ice, which she handed to the Doctor. He frowned as he pressed it to where she'd slapped him, wondering if he really wanted to ask. Being a nosy bastard, he decided yes. He would ask.

"Why do you keep ice in your room?"

"Oh! That was Howard, he likes to keep ice there". She said, sitting down on the chair opposite them.

"Howard? Satsuma man? Leant me his jim-jams at Christmas and kept apples in his dressing gown? Lovely!" The Doctor exclaimed, delightedly. "'Course, he didn't keep any banana's in there, which was a shame because they're a good source of-"

"Yes Doctor," Rose interrupted, Jackie was staring at him with a look which clearly said why the hell is my daughter having a child with this man who should clearly be locked up? "Banana's are good, but if we could just move on…" she turned to her mother. "Mum, I know you're not really the Doctors biggest fan, but we really, really love each other and I think we could really make this work for us and our baby and, well, that's it really".

Jackie sighed. "But Rose, darling, it's not that. He," She nodded to the Doctor, "Is immortal. You're not. It's not just you I'm worried about, it's both of you!"

The Doctor muttered something about not feeling her worry when she was slapping him about the face, but Rose shushed him. Jackie went on.

"And the lives you two lead! That's no place for a baby. Sweetheart, surely you can see why I'm scared".

Rose reached over and took her hand. "Don't be," she said. "We'll survive".

Jackie nodded. "I hope so, darling. For both your sakes".

Telling Jackie Twice

The Doctor stood with his back to the same console, stared at the same wall, his hands stuck in those same pockets heading for the same place as he had been all those months ago.

But it was completely different.

No Rose this time, to place a comforting arm around him, whisper in his ear and tell him it'd be alright. Never again. He wasn't ever going to run his fingers through her hair, or hold her at night, or kiss her forehead. Never ever.

He could hear that baby in the crib in the corner whimpering but somehow couldn't motivate himself to move. As the TARDIS came to a stop outside the Powell Estate, he could see Jackie already waiting outside on the monitor. God, could he tell her that her daughter was dead? His Rose, their Rose gone forever?

With a sigh, he stood and made for the door, she wouldn't know just to come in of course. With a deep breath, he opened the door and Jackie started talking immediately.

"I was just about to go out, but I heard this thing and course I'm gonna be late now, but my little granddaughter's more important! I'll just need to give Howard a quick call…" she frowned at the Doctor, who still hadn't stood aside to let her in. "What's the matter?"

He didn't answer, just stepped away from the door for her to enter and wandered back to his place staring at the wall. What was he supposed to say?

Jackie followed him, still talking. "What's going on? Where's Rose?"

He was silent for a moment, before taking a deep breath. "Rose is…gone".

Jackie just blinked at him, not understanding. "Gone? What do you mean, gone? How can she be gone?"

He turned to her, his face completely blank. Empty. "She's gone Jackie. She died in childbirth," he gave a small, hollow laugh. "She was wrong, Jackie. We couldn't survive".

And that's when the Doctor, protector of the universe, the man without a home, the lonely god, broke down in tears.

They were on the TARDIS floor; Jackie had her arms around him as though he was a child. Her own face was now tear streaked. She didn't know how long they had sat there, only that she'd been crying hysterically at first, holding on to The Doctor for dear life as he'd sobbed on her shoulder, and then they'd held each other for a very long time. Neither was crying now, his head was on her shoulder and she found herself rocking him slightly, stroking his hair and making quiet soothing noises, as she had done when toddler Rose had nightmares, as though he was a little boy until he just fell asleep in her arms.

The baby had been remarkably quiet up until that point, but now began to make fretful noises. With a small sigh, Jackie carefully moved his head off her shoulder and lay him down on the floor before making her way over to the crib and lifted it out.

"Hello baby," she whispered softly, rocking her just a little bit. "Poor little baby. Where's your mummy?" She was crying again, more tears on her face as she rocked her, singing little songs. She stayed like that for a few minutes, before Jenny's eyes closed and she went back to sleep again. Carefully, Jackie placed her little body back in the crib, turned, and nearly screamed out loud as she saw the Doctor standing beside her.

"Shouldn't sneak up like that!" she hissed, but he ignored her, moving up to stand next to the crib he looked down at baby in it. Jackie looked with him, her head on one side.

"She's got you're eyes," she told him. "And Rose's face, I think".

He didn't reply, just kept staring.

And Jackie noticed something which chilled her very bones.

His face was blank, completely blank. Not inscrutable, or unreadable, but completely blank. He didn't have any expression, didn't hold any feelings for his child. How could he look at his own baby and not feel a thing?

Tense Impatience

Mickey sat back, a pencil behind his ear and a deep frown in his forehead as he thought the question out. He'd been considering for the past ten minutes without any sign of improvement. Unable to stand it any longer, I jumped off the window ledge in his room, where I'd been sitting all that time, and looked over his shoulder at the multiple choice question.

"S'at one," I told him, pointing to the right answer. He blinked a few times, and then nodded.

"Oh yeah," he muttered, writing it in. I went back to my place on the ledge and leant my head against the cold glass. This was where I'd been sitting every day since coming here; staring out the window, waiting to hear that whooshing noise, see that flash of blue. As a result, I was tense and often snappy with anyone who talked to me. Vans and Rennie avoided me completely, Saffron and Jack made exceptions, and Mickey just left me to it, but for a bit of company as he tried to study. He seemed to notice my being more impatient than usual because he put his study book down, and came over to sit beside me.

"Don't worry, he'll be back soon," he said, in what I can only assume was a comforting voice. I laughed without humour.

"Yes, he'll be back soon. Like he was going to be two weeks ago. And the week before that. And two days before that. And-"

"Yeah, ok, I get the point," he lamented. "But he wouldn't just go away and leave you for good. He'll be here, sooner or later. Just you see".

Sighing, I jumped off the windowsill and sat on his bed instead, not sure whether to admit what was on my mind or not. I decided yes, I would.

"But what if he can't come back? What if he's stuck, or injured and too hurt to return? What if he's-" I couldn't finish, and Mickey came and put his arm around my shoulders.

"He'll be fine. He always is. And he'll come back and it'll all be back to normal," I tried to take comfort, but his optimist outlook just annoyed me so I daren't say anything for a moment, for fear of being horrible. Then-

"But there's a first time for everything. He's had nine incarnations before now. Nine times he's died. And we don't always regenerate; it all depends on the circumstances. Maybe this time it's been his last--?"

Mickey opened his mouth to say something, but stopped suddenly and turned his head to one side. He grinned. "Oh yeah, so what's that then?"

I headr it too. The familiar whooshing sound that I can't sleep without. I jumped up and ran to the window. Sure enough, the TARDIS was fading into place in the middle of the field outside Jack's house. Mickey punched me lightly on the arm. "Told ya'!" he said, before running from the room to see what was going on downstairs. I hung back a moment, grinning at my idiocy at doubting him. Course he'd come back for me.

"Ha!" I muttered, before running out after Mickey.

Yeah, I didn't plan on making this so long, but hopefully it will make up for my not writing for two weeks. Please R&R, thanks.