-Four years prior-

Things began to change over the next week after his confession that he was still pregnant. Jack visited him several times a day now, bringing food and expecting him to eat it regardless of how nauseous he was feeling. He also now had daily discussions with Martha regarding his mental state and what they could do to make sure that he carried the baby to term. He had several pills that he was supposed to take daily as well as examines lined up for every week until the baby was born. A part of him slightly regretted his decision to not take the pill but he ignored the feeling as he focused on giving the baby life so that he could get his life back.

At the end of the week, he was taken down to the autopsy room for an examination. At Martha's insisting, he was left alone with her so that she could provide him with privacy while she ran her tests. Jack had reluctantly agreed. He promised that he would be upstairs waiting for her to finish before leaving the two of them alone. With only Martha in the room, the Doctor was tempted to run there was no point. His TARDIS was gone and the rest of the Torchwood team was upstairs. He couldn't get past them without a fight and in the end, Jack would just lock him in the cells again.

Instead, he had no choice but to put up with the examination. He tried to be patient as she examined him starting at his head. She looked in his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose before feeling the nodes located in his neck. She listened to his hearts and lungs, checked his pulse and took his temperature. She then had him lay back so that she could perform an ultrasound on the baby. He huffed a little but didn't fight as he listened to her. She lifted his shirt before putting the gel on his stomach. She found the baby quickly and took her time taking measurements and comparing them to last week's ultrasound.

"So, I am happy to report that the baby is still growing and moving even if it seems small for how far along you are. I will need to perform additional tests and measurements but before I do, I need to ask if you have given any more thought to my question?" Martha wondered as she helped him to wipe the gel off of his skin.

"I have but I am sorry Martha, I still don't know who the sire of my child could possibly be. I looked at the measurements like you asked me to and many of them fit with a proper Gallifreyan, the ones that don't fit too many one-hearted species for me to be able to narrow it down without the help of my TARDIS," the Doctor apologized.

"Could your baby be half-human?" Martha questioned.

"Don't be disgusting," the Doctor answered immediately causing Martha to roll her eyes. "I have a triple helix DNA strand and only another species with the same kind of DNA would be able to reproduce with me. A human only has a double helix strand and if I did somehow to conceive, I would miscarry before anyone knew I was pregnant."

"Fair enough," Martha responded.

"So are we done?" The Doctor wondered impatiently.

"Not quite. Before you go, I would like to perform an internal ultrasound so that I can check the placenta for any problems due to the drug use," Martha informed the Doctor calmly. The Doctor groaned. He knew exactly what she wanted to do and he really didn't want to have anything pushed up into his body. Regardless of the reasons. Martha narrowed her eyes slightly at the sound before continuing to speak. "I know that it doesn't sound pleasant but it is necessary. It will also be necessary for me to examine you and check for dilation in the future. I understand that you are a very private person and I will do my best to respect that but there are certain aspects of that modesty that you will have to give up in order to deliver this child."

"Fine," the Doctor huffed knowing she was right. While he had personally never carried a child to term, he had helped deliver several during his travels. He had been naked in front of her a few times since coming back and he would have to be again in order for her to deliver his own child. He also vaguely remembered the catheter that she placed as well as removed. At least she offered him a bit of privacy as she gave him a blanket to cover himself with before turning away. He was unhappy as he removed his pants and trousers setting them within easy reach before covering himself with the blanket. "You can turn back around."

"I will be as quick as possible with the ultrasound. I can't promise that it will be pleasant but it shouldn't hurt. Let me know if you feel any pain or anything else I should be worried about," Martha explained as she picked up the wand. The Doctor kept his head turned from her as she helped him to place his legs up into the stirrups so that she could sit in between them. She then picked up the wand. She made sure it was well lubed before moving the blankets enough to expose the Doctor's arse. The Doctor tensed gripping the bed tightly in his hands as she positioned the wand pushing it up into his body. "Breathe."

"I am breathing," the Doctor hissed through gritted teeth. Martha ignored the snippiness as she moved the wand further in. She adjusted it until she had a clear view of the placenta. She took measurements, happy with what she was seeing. She could see no reason why the Doctor wouldn't carry the baby to term as long as he didn't due anything stupid and with no TARDIS, she didn't have to worry about him running for his life or going somewhere dangerous because he was bored.

"All done," Martha told him as she finally removed the wand. The Doctor wasted no time in putting his feet down and reaching for his clothes. He dressed quickly under the blanket before getting to his feet and running up the stairs.

"How did it go?" Jack questioned as the Doctor came into the room. The look on the Doctor's face gave away nothing as he looked past Jack towards the hub door. "That good."

"Yeah," the Doctor answered vaguely.

"Well, then if you two are done. Let's get you back to the cell so that you can have lunch," Jack suggested standing up.

"Can I have a shower first," the Doctor wondered.

"You just had one this morning," Jack told him calmly.

"Please, Jack. I would really like another one," the Doctor begged.

"All right," Jack gave in. He took the Doctor to the hub showers watching as the man stripped before disappearing into the stall. With him preoccupied for a moment, Jack went to Martha for an explanation about the Doctor's strange behaviour. He winced in sympathy as she explained about the internal ultrasound that she had to perform. It would have been uncomfortable for anyone but especially so for someone like the Doctor. Going back up the stairs, he waited for the Doctor to finish his shower knowing that he was scrubbing every inch of his body clean from Martha's touch. When the Doctor finally did emerge, about a half-hour later, Jack said nothing about the long shower.

"How would you like chips for lunch," Jack offered. A small smile crept onto the Doctor's face.

"Please," he agreed as chips sounded like the best thing in the universe at the moment. He wondered briefly if Jack would allow him to eat them with lemon. A scowl crossed his face at the realization that he was having a craving and he refused to acknowledge it. Instead, he held his head high as he allowed Jack to take him back down to his cell while he waited for Ianto to retrieve his lunch.