A/N: I THINK the emailing system's down again...though I may be wrong. I haven't been allowed near the net connected computer over Christmas because it's a 'family time', AKA 'the most boring time of the year ever', so I retreated to my room and used the non-net computer to write and write and watch Doctor Who Xmas Special, of course. OMG I LOVED XD

Uhh, anyways, yeah, still here, got in a few chapters...the end is in sight! Yes! This story has an ending!

And sorry. I'm sorry. It had to happen somehow, and I know, as the Doctor knows - once they're dead you can't bring them back. So, unless I decide to write a sequel then she's not going to make a sudden appearance anytime soon. That's kind of way I don't like the ending to The Enermy Within - it was too kind. Didn't reflect reality.

Yes, I am on YouTube under 'reddwarfaddict' too. Zat's me. :P Thanks! And to the capital typing person - breeeeeathe!!! I'm sorry! I did apologise seven times over! And for reference, the Caps Lock key is to the left of your keyboard :)

So that's a huge thanks to everyone who reviewed, I would have replied if I had the time to you individually, which I didn't - so I thought I'd just reply here along with the next chapter. I'm debating whether I should post the next one too as an apology, dunno though. It's all debatable.

One final note - James Blunt and Charlotte Church must die...in my books anyway. You might like them. I don't. 'You're beau-' (STAB! STAB! STAB!) 'You're driving me, to insan-' (STAB! STAB! STAB!)

(Breathe)

Chapter 28 – The Doctor, Full Time Dadda

Eyes were on him as he cried shamelessly upon the Infirmary floor, before opening his wet eyes to meet the gaze of the now conscious Rose. He opened his mouth, choking sounds just emitting as he struggled to find the words, still cradling the baby.

"Rose," he managed to whisper, not taking his eyes off of hers. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Doctor?"

Jackie stepped forward hesitantly towards him, slipping her arms under the form of the dead baby girl and lifting her up from the Doctor's arms. He seemed reluctant to her actions, but he didn't have enough energy to struggle as he looked to the TARDIS Infirmary floor, arms hanging limply by his sides.

Jackie took the child to the second incubator and quietly settled it in, making it as comfortable as possible in the blankets. She then immediately proceeded to turn back towards the Doctor, who was still kneeling on the floor with silent tears falling down his face, and she put her arms around his shoulders in a supportive hug.

"C'mon, let it all out Doctor," she said quietly as he just cried into her, shaking all over.

"Doctor…" Rose suddenly whispered tearfully, the light padding of bare feet on the lino floor coming from the left of Jackie.

Normally Jackie would have told her to get back to bed and rest, but now she simply just dropped her left arm, and Rose moved in to kneel next to the Doctor, kissing him on the head.

"Rose…" he said quietly, sounding muffled from both crying and the fact that right at that moment his head was buried into Jackie's shoulder. "I'm sorry…I failed…I failed…"

"You failed nothing, Doctor," she whispered back, tears she couldn't even feel rushing down her face. She shuffled in closer and slipped both arms around his neck. "You promised only to stay with me. You never promised anything else. You stayed. You win."

He lifted his head from Jackie's shoulder and looked up at her tear-streaked face, unable to control his own tears as they slipped soundlessly down his cheeks. He opened his mouth to say something, but she quickly put a finger on his lips.

"I love you Doctor, and I always will. So I'M going to be the one that promises now." She swallowed, looking directly into those two brown eyes that contained so many emotions. She took a breath as opened her mouth again, making each of her words as she spoke as serious and meaningful as the previous. "I will never leave you."

He didn't look away. He simply opened his mouth and he whispered five words back to her for the first time in his life.

"I love you Rose Tyler."

Then he collapsed into her arms.

'All men are the same, wherever you go in the Universe.'

That's a scientific fact, you know.

But Rose had travelled with the Doctor for over a year now, and she admitted that she could seriously see the major similarities between Earth males and alien males. Wherever the Doctor took Rose she'd see male aliens yelling, gambling, drinking, kissing, flirting…but the Doctor, however wild he might be, did not go around the Universe yelling, gambling, drinking, kissing and flirting.

At least, not that much yelling; minimum of gambling was bets on Victorian catchphrases; and okay, so drinking was a bit of a dodgy subject, but she couldn't remember him ever drinking alcohol before then - except the odd sip of lager here and there to look good against Jack; kissing had been rare, at least, until he found out she was carrying his baby then it had come with the fatherhood…and he didn't exact need to flirt. He seemed to have a strange aura about him that was apparently made of Love Potion Number Nine.

My Doctor is strong. She told herself. My Doctor will never give up. My Doctor knows what he did was right. My Doctor believes in himself. My Doctor will not hate his decision. My Doctor will move on. My Doctor won't ever cry again. My Doctor will be strong for this child.

My Doctor will love this baby boy.

So she waited by his side.

Hours. Days. Weeks. Months. Years. It didn't matter. Rose had promised to stay with him, like he had promised to stay with her. So that was exactly what she intended to do.

So luckily for her, it was just for the night.

In her arms she cradled the tiny baby boy the Doctor and her mum had worked so hard to get, he was sleeping peacefully in the blankets as she rocked him to and fro, sitting infront of the unconscious father. He'd risked so much, he'd risked himself so that she would live for the second time.

It was bloody obvious he loved her, and to think that just a few days ago she'd been debating whether he actually liked her or not.

How could she have been so blind?

She looked back down at the sleeping baby in her arms, rocking him gently as she hummed a song. She had no idea where it had come from. She couldn't remember it from her childhood or the excessive watching of children's programmes from the long, long, long days on the TARDIS with the Doctor and the building blocks.

She lifted up the sleeping boy and set him in the crook of his father's arm, the movement alone waking the baby up. He immediately started crying and Rose hushed him – truly wondering now how to handle a crying baby boy. Motherly intuition overtook these feelings, and she began to soothe the boy as best she could. He hadn't yet opened his eyes – she hoped that was natural.

The crying however, seemed to trigger something in the Doctor. He opened his eyes for just a few seconds, blinked, and then they stayed open.

Rose could only grin.

"Doctor!" she cried, leaning forward towards him. He slowly turned his head, looking at her directly, pain and tiredness prominent in his eyes. He then slowly looked down to the crying baby in his arm, pausing for a few seconds before lifting up his other arm with the blood IV attached, and stroking the baby's head.

"Shush," he whispered, "it's okay. Daddy's here."

The child immediately began to quieten, burbling and giggling as he went back to a sleep-like state. The Doctor looked up at Rose, giving a small smile to her.

"I think I'm a natural," he joked, and Rose beamed, grabbing him into a tight hug around the neck and kissing him hard on the lips.

"God I love you!" she growled, running her hands over his face to inspect him, feeling the fast fading cuts and bruises, the oxygen tube running over his cheek and into his nose, as well as a large amount of stubble. "Doctor! You're gonna have a beard by tomorrow!"

He smiled again as she pulled away, grinning manically. She would be strong – for him.

"Rose, it's okay if you want to call him Rory," the Doctor suddenly said, looking down at the boy.

She smiled gratefully at him. "It's okay if you want her to be called Eva. Much better than Jela, anyway."

He looked up at Rose, his smile seemingly fading a little at the painful memories that lingered, but he quickly reasserted it again.

"Sounds great." He looked back down at Rory, still lying in his arms, then noticed something. "Rose…look…"

Rose looked down to where he was looking, and saw Rory 'googoo' and 'gaga'-ing, squeaking and laughing with his eyes firmly open.

"Err…Doctor?"

"Hmm?" he asked mildly, tickling Rory's chin, and he started gurgling again.

"Err, is it just me – or are his eyes yellow?"

The Doctor paused for a moment, looking at the baby boy thoughtfully into his eyes.

"Hmm, now that you mention it, there is a slight colour tinge of yellowy-goldish…"

"Doctor, his eyes are as yellow as a member of the Simpson's family."

"Well," the Doctor considered, scratching behind his ear in contemplation. "I'd say they were more goldy colour…"

"Mum is gonna freak."

The Doctor slowly nodded in agreement, looking slightly sheepish. He then looked up at her wild a look of mild horror on his face as he realised what this meant.

"Your mum's gonna slap me, isn't she?"

"Yeah, she is," someone agreed from the doorway. Rose and the Doctor both looked up as Mickey Smith entered, his trusty laptop held in his hands. "Rose," he immediately began, walking over to them and sitting down on the end of the Doctor's bed. "I can't hack into the police database to change your photos…"

"Gimme." The Doctor held out his hands and Mickey obediently gave him the laptop. The Doctor looked down at Rory, who was staring up at him, and the Doctor pointed to the screen. "Look Rory, your daddy's going to teach you how to hack into police computer databases.

"Dadda!" Rory suddenly cried, not moving his eyes off of his father. "Dadda! Dadda Doctor!"

"Eh?" Rose looked down at her newborn son in confusement. "You…you're not supposed to be able to speak yet!"

The Doctor just grinned. "There's my Time Lord son."

"Superbaby mini-Doctor, right?" Rose asked, and the Doctor nodded.

"Mama!" Rory came out with next, looking towards Rose. She nodded, leaning forward and giving Rory a kiss to praise him.

"Can you say, 'Mickey'?" Mickey asked the boy encouragingly. Rory went quiet. "Say 'Mickey'?"

"Ricky!" Rory came out with, and Rose lapsed into helpless giggles.

"No, 'Mickey'!"

"Ricky!"

Mickey just sighed quietly to himself, ignoring the song Rory seemed have made with the word 'Ricky'.

"Just like his father…" Mickey groaned, head falling defeatedly into his hands. Rose nodded, taking up Rory into her arms and kissing him on the forehead.

"Good boy Rory!" she praised the child, rubbing noses with him. He just started giggling and burbling again. "When your daddy's feeling better, well go buy you loads of toys, that sound good?"

He giggled in reply.

"Got it!" the Doctor suddenly yelled in declaration, tapping at the keyboard laptop. "Okay Rose, pick one person on Earth you'd love to have shot."

"James Blunt!" she immediately cried, and the Doctor nodded.

"James Blunt it is. He's an alien y'know," the Doctor added as he typed 'james blunt' into Google Images. "Ah…this one'll do…" He right-clicked on the first picture, copied, switched the window and pasted into some kind of ID. "James Blunt is now going to be arrested, by courtesy of Howard O'Hanon. Better change the name."

"Eric Blair?" Rose suggested, and the Doctor nodded, tapping a few keys here and there.

"Okay, Howard's done! Pick a girl?"

Rose paused, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Charlotte Church."

"Charlotte Church it is." Click. Type. Click. Click. Click. Click. "Name?"

"Ellen…umm…Langley."

"Rose, you're done. Now…I don't think we'll have to worry about me too much. Jack would have hacked into the archive."

"I hope you're right," Rose muttered as the Doctor handed the laptop back to Mickey.

"He's not as dumb as he looks."

"Doctor?" Jackie suddenly appeared in the doorway of the Infirmary, and started towards them. "You alright sweetheart?"

"Yeah," the Doctor answered with a nod, putting on a weak smile, before looking to the blankets with a sniff. She sat on the bed next to him, letting him slide down and fall onto her, his head going into the shoulder that had seemed to have become his second home.

"Thanks Jackie," he said quietly.

"It's okay. What a grandma's for."

"Mum," Rose started as the Doctor and her mother parted. "Can you…can you arrange a funeral?"

"Sure thing darlin'," she nodded.

"Eva," suddenly came that small boy's voice, once full of happiness and joy – now small and sad. "Eva."

"Yeah, that's right," the Doctor whispered to the child with a sigh, taking him as he was offered by Rose. "Eva."

"Rory love dadda," Rory went on. "Doctor dadda."

The Doctor held his son tight as the child slipped a small hand out of the blankets and encased the Doctor's finger.

He was so tiny.

"I love you too," the Doctor said, kissing Rory's forehead. "I love you too."

A/N: Chapter 29 - Genetically Engineered Parrots

Mickey Smith wasn't a jealous guy. If anyone had ever had a concrete reason to be jealous, Mickey Smith would get the gold outright. But he wasn't.

He could tell Rose and the Doctor had been made for each other. That somewhere, up there in the heavens, God was playing a little game of Matchmaker – and the Doctor and Rose were 100 percent compatibility.

But, as I said. Mickey Smith wasn't a jealous guy.

Much.