A/N: Woo. We're into a two parter tradgedy/action/adventure phase. Please note the title, 'How Utterly Depressing Part 1', becuase, frankly, it is goddamn depressing. It was written under cover (Literally, 'under cover') at 1:00am listening to Snow Patrol - Run, another depressing song. I can't stand too much Snow Patrol. It makes you want to commit suicide. How DOES that singer live?

But anyway. Enjoy XD Well, I say enjoy, but...

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Chapter 7 – How Utterly Depressing Part 1

I…am…pregnant. That's all she needed to say, three little words.

I am pregnant. She could even say it as two words - even shorter.

I'm pregnant.

Or, she could elaborate on it.

I'm pregnant. Yes, pregnant. Pregnant with your child. Let's dance around the Happy Tree singing joyfully at the top of our voices. Merry, merry, merry. Let us all be merry and sing 'Yankee-Doodle-Dandy' while I play dirty music on my banjo.

Or she could throw it in a whole new light.

I'm pregnant. Yes, pregnant. Bloody pregnant. Pregnant with your goddamn child you total, utter and complete bastard. I hope you're going to apologise and have another round of sex with me as compensation, 'cause it was bleedin' fantastic.

But for some reason everytime she looked at him, all she could see were those cute, innocent eyes watching her intently - and she just collapsed under her own fear. But now they were on the bus home, and Rose still hadn't told him. The night out had meant to be the cover for the subtle drop that she was pregnant. To hell with that.

She glanced up at him, but he was looking out the window away from her at the darkened night streets as the bus travelled down the main road towards home. Why was she so scared? Surely he would understand…

She wanted to reach out and touch him to attract his attention. But even that was impossible. She was just too scared of what he would say about it. Would he leave her? Would he avoid her? Would he make her have an abortion? She just didn't know him well enough. She was having a baby with a man who wasn't human that she knew nothing about. Ironic. The one thing she was one hundred percent sure that could never happen in her life.

She began to count down mentally in her head. When she reached zero, she would touch him. Another count of three, and she would tell him. There. That wasn't too hard, was it?

Okay. Countdown; ten Mississippi, nine Mississippi, eight Mississippi, seven gotyourbaby, six gotyourbaby, five pleasedontkillme, four pleasedontkillme, three pleasedontleaveme, two pleasedontleaveme, one Timelord baby…zero.

She touched his arm, her mouth hanging open, totally ready to say the words. He turned around to face her and as he stared enchantingly into her eyes, the words went flying on silver wings out of the open window.

"What?" he asked, and all Rose was able to do was close her mouth and lean back onto his shoulder as a pillow in a defeated manner. She felt an arm rest around her shoulders and she instantly heard and felt her heartbeat increase rapidly. It was a miracle no one stood up and yelled at her to turn her heartbeat down.

"Doctor," she heard herself say, and even though her eyes were closed she could see him looking at her.

"Yeah?"

"I've got something to tell you."

"Hmm?"

Rose gulped. "Before I say it, you've got to promise you won't hit me."

He laughed that gorgeous uplifting laugh. "Okay, I promise I won't hit you."

"Or runaway," she added as an afterthought.

"Promise I won't runaway."

"Or ignore me."

"Promise, promise, promise!" he assured her, giving her a nudge. "Just tell me!"

Her eyes wandered around the bus, trying to seek some reassurance. She shifted a little, looking up at The Doctor. Her mouth opened, the words on the tip of her tongue.

I…am…pregnant.

Me…ug, ug, pregnant with baby, ug, ug.

Do you believe in the possibility of a probability of a possible probable probability that I'm pregnant?

Say if…err…I was…umm…quote pregnant unquote from err…last night, say, if that were an instance that was present right now, would it be so alien that the baby would be born out of my head?

She was aware she was sitting there staring at him with her mouth wide open, something that in a normal situation would have seemed slightly perplexing. But then again – this wasn't a normal situation. Besides, what would her mother say when she found out? She couldn't possibly keep something like this a secret.

Well, Jackie probably wouldn't actually say anything. She'd just hit The Doctor hard - very hard. Probably cause some permanent brain damage on him, to be totally honest. But it had to be done. And before she could tell her mother, she had to tell the man that got her pregnant, that she was actually pregnant.

Then something interrupted her trail of thought.

Just past The Doctor out the side window of the bus was a large black lorry speeding towards them straight across the crossroads at a considerable speed, and it didn't look like it was going to stop. Everything seemed in slow motion as she saw the driver clearly in a bright beam of white light, though she knew instantly like she had known with the shadow-like creature, this driver was trying to kill her, The Doctor and their unborn child

Her eyes met the driver's, and she could only feel numb as he grinned widely at her, his rotting teeth and crazy dancing red eyes burning with a sense of victory. He…it, she hastily clarified, was not human. If he was, he had long since become decayed, inhuman and just plain evil – the stuff of nightmares.

Her eyes opened Bambi wide, and her already open mouth let out a high-pitched, terrified scream. The Doctor swung around immediately to see what she was looking at, and within a second his quick mind took action. It was only a matter of seconds until the lorry hit them, but he had already planned his course of action.

"Everybody get down!" he yelled at the loudest he could to the rest of the passengers on the bus, then threw himself onto the terrified Rose, completely ready to get his brain exploded if it saved Rose's life.

Something smashed into his back with triple the force of a Jackie Tyler slap, sending him careering over Rose and crashing with several alarming cracks into the far side of the bus. He had no time to think about the sudden pain as the window he'd nearly smashed through imploded, sending glass all over him. He could feel the bleeding open cuts on his face; the ache of cracked and bruised ribs in his chest and the blood drip down from his face, splattering into a puddle he'd managed to create in the space of less than two seconds.

Within an instant the bus had rudely thrown him about again, smashing into another wall. How many goddamn walls were there for Rassilon's sake? As he hit the ground with another few cracks, he managed to fight off the uncomfortably inevitable curtain of unconsciousness as he spotted Rose lying immobile and blooded in the middle of the aisle.

He launched forward in a sudden burst of energy, throwing himself over her protectively as the bus continued to roll. He could only scream Rose's name as the bus finally hit a lurking concrete wall, stopping the rolling rather abruptly with another smash.

Despite how he knew he had to get everyone out of the bus, he could only lay on the floor of the aisle with his eyes lightly closed, too weak to even lift a finger. With the taste of blood in his mouth from what he knew could only be internal damage, he tried in vain to ignore the pain now rippling through every limb of his body - but as he began to edge even closer to the darkness, it was only increasing.

Why was everything hurting?

He could only feel the pain. He was breathing pain. He was respiring pain. Maybe this was death. He'd never really concentrated in the time between bodies on what he was feeling. He was usually concentrating so much on the actual regeneration process; he'd never taken the time to feel what the experience was like.

He could hear only muffled voices. Voices of angels? Voice from the afterlife, their arms outstretched into the hug of death he had denied nine times before. He was laying in a pool of blackness, his body coursing with pain, his mind flashing with images of what his next body would be like. Probably fat. Probably bald. Probably need ten-inch thick spectacles. Probably have a really small…

Then it came - the voice of an angel. He felt her presence, leaning over his wrecked body as her warm hands touched his cut face in a caressing motion, the agonising pain seemingly diminishing with her touch.

"Doctor," her voice came in a whisper. But it was all he needed to hear.

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A/N: Hmm. I've been reading fics lately with the snippets of the next chapter in the bottom A/N, and thought they looked kind of neat. And I can do what the hell I like - if I think something looks cool, I DO it, no questions asked. Except those giant crashes in 'The World's Most Amazing Videos', those I do to someone else. Like The Doctor. Heh. Please don't hit me.

So, there's a piece of the next chapter, aptly named 'How Utterly Depressing Part 2' XD:

"No!" she yelled hysterically, shaking his limp body by the shoulders with both hands. "Somebody help him!" she screamed out loud into the onlooking crowd pleadingly, the tears rushing thick and fast down her cheeks. "Please help him!"

BTW, how's this for a summary?:
Too much alcohol is never a good thing…or maybe it's just an excuse? But either way – Rose is now pregnant with The Doctor's baby, and carrying a Timelord baby could be fatal, especially since The Doctor doesn't even know. TenRose fluff XD Fun.

Umm, subject to change... :-/ Thank you to .Her.Freezing.Hell., Purple-Rosie, Joe, Oztroja and Roy for all your summary suggestion :D (Dances) WOOoooOOWooOwowOWwoWowowWoWowowoowowWowoowwWOWowowWOw!