A/N: Woo! I'm done! Wow, that's like three chapters of things completed in three hours. (Feels proud) The things I do to avoid D and T projects, ay :P I mean, c'mon, 'The History Of Locks'. I REALLY couldn't care less.

And another ingeneous title for you :)

Chapter 13 – Sitting On A Bomb, Ouch

Where was he?

He tried to open his eyes, but he feared the worst for his situation, as he couldn't open them. He tried to call out in his drug-induced sleep, and heard himself say something that could just be interpreted as, "Rose…"

"Doctor?" said someone from a distance, and again, he tried to open his eyes. He failed – dismally.

"Rose…" he called out, and he felt a warm hand rest on his forehead.

"Oh God, Doctor. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I couldn't stop them…"

He groaned outwardly, now truly knowing he was screwed.

"I won't let them take you Doctor. I swear to god I won't let them take you."

He managed to raise a small smile in gratitude, but within seconds it had collapsed.

Pushing open his eyes, a blurred Rose Tyler swerved dangerously into view, sitting right next to him on the bed.

"Where were…you?" he wheezed, trying to focus his vision a little more.

"I'm sorry Doctor," she whispered, on the edge of tears. "I went to get something to eat, there were these journalists after you in reception - I couldn't let them have you so I managed to lose them, came back, then they took you for a scan. Oh God, I'm so sorry Doctor, I'm so sorry!" She threw her arms around his neck, burying her face into his shoulder. "They're gonna take you away and it's all my fault…"

The Doctor didn't have enough energy to lift his arms, so instead he let his head fall onto Rose's, closing his eyes as Rose curled into him.

"Rose you gotta…get outta…here…" he muttered into her hair. "Someone's either…after. You or…" he gasped as an extra stab of pain hit him. "After me. Get to the…TARDIS, please. Keep yourself…safe; use the TARDIS for as…long as you need. Don't try and…operate it, it'll be a…disaster." Every breath he took during that sentence was painful to bear, and made him sound like the disabled guy out of Malcolm In The Middle. He must have realised what a jerk he sounded, because then he added with a pained shrug, "need to shorten…my sentences."

She smiled at him for what she realised would be the last time in her life. They were sitting on a time bomb now; it was only a matter of time till the doctors and nurses saw…

She rested a hand on her stomach, knowing it was either now, or never. She had to tell him. Before he got taken away.

"Doctor," she started, and he grunted as a form of reply. "Y'know, before the crash…I said there was something I need to tell you?"

He grunted again in the affirmative.

"Well, I'm gonna to tell you now. I'm pr…pr…" she stumbled over her words. "Pr…well, y'see, I'm pr…"

"Pretty?" the Doctor proposed with a small smile. However, Rose's face remained solemn – focusing entirely on her words.

"I'm-"

"There he is!" a sudden voice cut her off, yelling from the doorway. "The alien!"

Rose jerked up in a panic, anger rapidly rising within her. They couldn't take her Doctor. Correction; they weren't going to take her Doctor.

She bolted to her feet, launching off the bed and tightening her hands into hard fists as she stood between the Doctor and the pair of armed guards and a scared looking nurse now standing at the doorway.

"Ma'am, please move aside, this man is an alien," one of the guards said in an authoritive voice, and Rose sighed, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, LIKE I didn't know! He's not leavin' with you today. It's not gonna 'appen. Not over my dead body."

"Ma'am, do you realise you're interfering with the actions of the British Government and therefore are subject to a severe sentence in prison?" Rose eyed one of the guards as he started to reach for their holster in which a gun sat, and Rose dived forward, drawing it out before he could reach it and slipping it quite comfortably into her palm.

"I told you," she hissed, clutching the gun tightly with a deadly aim towards the now weaponless guard, her blood pounding in her own ears. "He won't be comin' with you today."

"Ma'am, put the gun down…"

"I'm not puttin' anythin' down till you get the hell outta this room," she said in a dark voice, taking a few steps backwards towards the head of the bed where the Doctor was.

"No…" the Doctor whispered, and Rose took one hand off the gun she wielded and extended it towards where he lay, not taking her eyes off of the crowd in the doorway. She found his hand and rested her own on it.

"Hmm?" she asked, but his next sentence came as something of a surprise.

"Give it up…"

Her eyes widened, her grip slacking slightly on the gun she held, which quickly reasserted itself.

"What?!" she breathed in disbelief.

"Let them take me…"

"But…but…" she stammered, unable to grasp what he was actually saying. "I'll lose you! I'll lose you forever!" Her head was swimming. Her heart was pounding. Her mind was going into overdrive.

Then she decided.

"I won't let you take him," she whispered hoarsely, aiming her gun at the armed guard. "Not as long as I have breath in my body, or a bullet in my gun."

She pulled the trigger.

Click.

Her gaze slowly dropped, falling to the weapon clutched in her hand. She tried the trigger again.

Click.

"Hold on…" she muttered, giving the gun a small whack to try and get it working.

Click.

"Oh…shit."

The guards started running towards her, the armed guard reaching into his holster to draw out his own weapon. Rose dropped the one she held, verging on panic.

"Run…!" the Doctor put as much power in his voice as he could, and Rose glanced back to him.

"I can't leave you!"

"Get outta here!" he yelled, and his voice was so terrified and full of pain that Rose just had to obey.

She darted between the guards that were advancing towards her, both of them collapsing onto the ground as she placed a well-executed double karate chop (Courtesy of Captain Jack Harkness in a play fight against the Doctor and her) to the back of both their necks in one blow. She tore out the room, streaming down the corridor and straight to the lift sat ready at the end.

Suddenly realising the guards wouldn't be out for too long, as she had only been out for thirty seconds and the Doctor forty-five, she suddenly swerved to her right, rushing towards the stairs. She bounded down them three at a time; half afraid she'd fall.

She headed downwards. The Doctor had always told her if she were ever on the run from security guards while in a hospital where he had just been discovered to be an alien that she should always go downwards, into the car park. A bit too prepared, now Rose looked at it.

She didn't risk a glance over her shoulder as she tore through the crowd in Reception, not stopping for anything or anyone. If she was going to rescue the Doctor, there would be no profit in getting herself arrested. She was no use to him in a cell.

She bolted through the open double doors of the Hospital, not knowing how far the Security Guards were behind her. She tore across the car park, intending to rush home to Mickey and the laptop. He was good with a laptop. He'd be able to do something.

But she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks as a posh looking black van park behind a cluster of trees registered in her vision. There was white print on the side – 'Tor' something, the rest of the print covered by the greenery.

Maybe…just maybe…if she was lucky…

Taking her chances, she bolted across the car park and ducked behind a silver Porsche Carrera GT, making a mental note to tell the Doctor the baby would want this car for it's first birthday.

She waited thirty seconds, her erratic breathing slowly starting to level. Then she got another thought. Would they hear her breathing? Maybe she should move to another car, further away…

But she didn't even get a chance to move as the sound of gurney wheels on concrete ground echoed around the hospital car park. Rose strained to see the crowd, her eyes finally focusing on the form of the two Security Guards looking a little dazed, a nurse and two paramedics pushing the gurney with the Doctor loaded on.

"Get the alien to the Canary Wharf base. Conduct tests immediately. I want to know everything."

Rose was suddenly alarmed to find there was a person sitting in the car driver's seat of the van. Had she been seen? She could just imagine that woman's authorative voice condemning Rose to death.

The gurney knocked against the door of the van as it was swung open, a small hiccup of pain emitting from the Doctor's mouth. Rose whispered prayers she hadn't spoken since she was nine years old under her breath as a comfort.

"Watch it! I want it in one piece!"

The Doctor disappeared into the van, followed by the two Guards. A paramedic slammed the doors shut, the engine jumping into life as the medical staff started walking back to the hospital. They were nurses and helpers in the bloody medical profession – they were supposed to stop things like this!

She almost ran out infront of the reversing van in a flash of anger and hatred - only just about stopping herself. It turned to the left – towards Rose. She quickly ducked down, only just concealing herself from view as the van disappeared across the car park into the night.

As she stood up tall, brushing her hands of stones and mud that had been clinging to them, she smiled to herself. Straight out of the horse's mouth.

'Canary Wharf'.

How very convenient.

Everything was coming up Doctor.

A/N: And I'll leave you with this thought:

"I'm not givin' up, mum, you can't stop me - don't even try."

Jackie sighed, bowing her head as she fully realised how much her daughter cared for this alien. If she wanted him forever, then she could have him. Her mother wasn't about to step in the way and ruining what her daughter wanted just because she, personally, didn't like it.

"Go for it." She smiled, very well aware they might be the last words to her daughter in her life.

That JUST came out the top of my head. But I like it. So I'm keeping it. (Yoink!)