A/N: The next few chapters or so have already been pre-written during those long and sleepless nights I so frequently have, but that does mean I've got to issue a warning for a future chapter. I'll tell you when it's coming, but basically if you're one of those people who get easily offended, you probably shouldn't read it.

Anyway, jumping the gun a bit - I've got a B+V project to do.

BTW, has anyone seen this?:

The BBC have revealed a preview of the new 2007 schedule to the press and once again Doctor Who is the jewel in the beeb's crown.

The clip shown shows the Doctor and his new assistant, medical student, Martha Jones fully clothed and flirting in bed together.

Martha tells the Doctor that 'tongues will wag' over their new found friendship.

"Martha Jones is a medical student working at the Royal Hope in London and that hospital gets transported to the moon, as hospitals sometimes do," BBC One controller Peter Fincham said of the new character's back story. "That's where she meets the doctor."

According to some press Martha's attempts to make a move on the Doctor are interrupted by a monster!

What is this strange power the Doctor seems to have over women?!

We can't wait!!

Anyone else find that slightly...wrong? Or is it just me who wants to murder the new companion...?

Chapter 20 – The Oncoming Tornado

Rose stirred from sleep, turning over on the bed, dazed and confused. She'd just been having a really nice dream about maple syrup and bananas dancing the cancan to 'Let's Do The Time Warp Again'. As she turned over, her arm came in contact with a body lying next to her. She opened her weary eyes, seeing the Doctor lying sleeping in the bed. She must have come in here sometime last night.

"Doctor?" she asked, giving him a slight shake.

"Mmm…" he groaned quietly, turning over onto his side and pulling up the cover slightly. Rose smiled to herself. The Doctor was in back the house. Or TARDIS, it seemed.

"Just checkin'," she explained, lying back down facing towards him. "I'm not losin' you again."

He opened his eyes to full extent, feeling more energy flowing through his body. The TARDIS was good at healing. He stared at her, examining her over for the first time for two days. His eyes dropped ever so slightly off of her face, and Rose felt the hairs stand up on the back of her neck. He was going to see it…

She tried to move to shield it, but frankly, if she wasn't paralysed by panic and actually managed to cover it up, he'd still be able to see it.

She watched his face as he scanned over her womb, frowning.

"Umm, Rose, how long have I been out?" he suddenly asked, staring pensively at her stomach - unable to take his eyes off of it.

"Few days," Rose answered casually, like she didn't have a pregnancy bump the size of Ben Nevis on her belly.

"Either…" he started, running a hand down his unshaven face. "You've gained quite a lot of weight…"

"I'm pregnant," she interrupted suddenly, and he slowly began to nod, mulling the prospect over.

"…That works too," he said in a high-pitched voice.

"It's yours." The colour slowly but surely drained away from his face.

"…That also works." He nodded, his gaze drifting up to meet hers. For a moment they just stared at each other in an awkward moment.

"So, what d'you think?" Rose finally asked, totally dreading the answer. He didn't answer for a moment, his eyes snapping back and forth between her pregnancy and her face.

"I think…" he started, suddenly looking away from her towards the Infirmary door. "That your mum is going to blow up in my face."

"She knows," Rose cut in instantly. "She's subliminally suggesting an abortion."

He shook his head with an apologetic expression. "Impossible."

"I thought as much."

The conversation was strangely disjointed between them. Rose hoped it was just because he was injured and not that the baby had affected it in anyway. She couldn't bear to be mentally distanced from him for the rest of her life.

"But…" Rose started, again fearing his answer. "Is this okay with you? I mean, with you and me?"

He paused for a second, before smiling at her comfortingly. "I couldn't be happier Rose…but…"

"But what?" Rose cut in again, suddenly nervous once more.

He stopped again for a few seconds, but then shrugged and grinned his cheesy grin. "But you're not painting any rooms pink for a Nursery in the TARDIS."

She smiled, leaning forward to embrace him in a hug. "I missed you."

"Missed you too. I think. Well, probably anyway," he hastily clarified, holding her tight.

"Oh look who's turned up!" said an angry, but very familiar voice from the far doorway. "I 'ope you know what you put Rose through you bastard!"

Rose felt him hold her tighter for a little protection. The Daleks had got it wrong. The Doctor wasn't the Oncoming Storm – Jackie was the Oncoming Storm. Infact, she was the Oncoming Tornado, tearing houses apart with her teeth and sweeping dogs over to Africa with a small finger flick.

"I 'ope you're not gonna ignore me mister, 'cause I ain't gonna stand for what you did to my daughter you alien freak!"

Jackie Tyler stomped angrily over to the Doctor and Rose, closely followed by Mickey and Howard. She took Rose's arm gently, leading her off of the bed and to her side. She pointed at the giant pregnancy bump, her eyes ablaze as she stared ominously at the Doctor.

"'Ave you got anything to say about that?" she screamed, but the Doctor was too scared to reply. "Well?" she demanded in a louder voice. The Doctor looked absolutely terrified, suddenly finding the bed cover extremely interesting to look at. "WELL?!"

He finally summoned up the courage to speak. "I'm sorry," he squeaked.

"Sorry?! My daughters got an alien species floating around inside her, probably eating up all her insides and sucking out her brain cells, and all you can say is 'sorry'?!"

The Doctor raised a hesitant hand. "If it's any contemplation Jackie, this baby can't…"

"Mum," Rose suddenly interrupted, sensing if the Doctor went any further he'd get a slap. "I think you're going a bit over the top with this…"

Jackie smiled sweetly at her daughter. "Don't worry Rose, mum's sortin' this out right now." She turned back to the Doctor, her face thunderous again. "AND you were too busy having a snooze to care anyway!"

"My body closed down to prevent further poisoning, and…"

"That's what they all say…"

"I had a violent chemical reaction to the penicillin I was given, it hijacked my bloodstream and some of it infected one of my hearts - my body closed down to attempt to dissipate the dangerous chemical from my vital organs."

"So you're sort of…anaphylactic to painkillers?" Mickey asked suddenly, and the Doctor nodded.

"Sort of. One tablet can kill me."

"Must be 'ell when you 'ave a headache," Mickey muttered from the side of the room, standing next to Howard. The Doctor smiled a little, and Rose gripped his uninjured arm tightly, almost afraid she'd lose him again.

"But that 'as nothin' to do with…" Jackie tried to speak, but was swiftly interrupted by the Doctor.

"Without the constant care and attention the TARDIS gave me it would have starved each of my organs of oxygen," he said, utterly serious. "If I wasn't brought here I would have died. The TARDIS is sort of like a life support machine, and even now she's giving me a fair bit of energy to use, otherwise I'd be in a coma. I swear Jackie, if there was any other way to stay conscious with Rose I would have taken it without hesitation, but there was no alternative. Hate me for it if you want, but I already hate myself for it because there was absolutely nothing I could do but wither away."

Jackie fell silent.

"Now that's cleared up," the Doctor carried on cheerily, "can someone tell me why I can taste tomatoes?"

Rose grinned, but didn't answer. She moved back over to the Doctor, away from her staring mother and sat next to him on the bed, cupping his chin and looking at the cuts and bruises on his face closely in inspection. They were definitely healing. His chin felt rough with three-day-old stubble, but she didn't care. He was alive.

She gently reached up to the bandage around his head, slipping it off to reveal a bruised head. She tossed the bandage on the bedside table and threw her arms around him another time, truly relieved and elated to see his eyes open again.

"Ow!" the Doctor gasped, and Rose immediately backed away, looking at him with concern.

"You okay?"

"Ribs," he explained, wincing as he put a hand to the painful area.

"Aww, poor Doctor," Rose said condescendingly, taking his broken arm and rubbing his hand gently in a patronising way. He rolled his eyes.

"Hey, it's only a scratch." What a lie. "Besides, it's you I'm worried about. Don't step out of the TARDIS doors, especially while your pregnant. Those Darkeese have been sent after you and I swear, as soon as I can stand up for more than two minutes, I'll track them down to the source and get rid of them."

Rose just rolled her eyes. "You Doctor, you don't have a bone in your body that is actually in one piece. How d'you think you're going to get rid of a bunch of ninja shadows? Besides, why the hell are they chasin' after me anyway?"

He didn't verbally reply – instead, he just cast an eye down to her womb, and she followed his gaze.

"The baby?"

"The baby," he confirmed solemnly. "You're carrying a Time Lord child in there Rose. Your organs have been temporarily shrunk to allow maximum amount of development, your internal systems have been given a wash and your entire outer frame at this stage in pregnancy, is now practically made of concrete."

"Wow, that makes me feel so attractive," she replied sarcastically, absently tapping her rock hard arm.

"The baby's safe as houses Rose, trust me. I'm concerned more about you. You're carrying the only Time Lord child in the universe in there, and there are some people who will stop at nothing to get him."

"Her," Rose corrected.

"Him," he insisted. "So do you understand me Rose? You can't go outside."

"Right," she confirmed, inclining with a nod. "Outside is a no-no."

"Can you check on the baby though? Check it's okay?" Jackie asked suddenly, and the Doctor regarded her in judgement for a few moments, before nodding with assent.

"Sure."

Chapter 21 - They're The Doctor's

Rose and Jackie stared at the two men in disbelief, unable to comprehend the possibility that they were talking about makes of television at a time like this.

"Just for medical stuff?" Mickey asked, and the Doctor shrugged.

"Depends. It also gets the football. Look…" He held the remote up to zap the channel, but Jackie's dominating voice soon made him freeze in his actions from true fear.

"I'd put that remote down if I were you Doctor."