A/N: I've been a complete and utter bloody moron! I never replied to reviews because like an idiot I decided to clean out my inbox and accidentally deleted the reviews I meant to reply to...so...feel free to slap me! Might jolt my brain into working order.

It's been SO fluffy and innocent so far, so I know how you feel if you want some action. Not TOO fluff overdose, is it? Do tell me so I can start to cut out stuff. All the action takes place after the wedding, so this is the era of calm really. Then it...lifts off. Yep! I thought of a story!

Although I say Torchwood there are no spoilers past what you already know, and if you don't know Jack's Bad Wolf linked secret yet where HAVE you been living:P

Chapter 6 – "Yip, yip!"

"Rory, I got a present for you!" the Doctor chimed cheerily as he stepped into Jackie's sitting room of the flat, holding a large blanket covered box in his arms. Rory instantly let go of his toys, bounding forward towards the Doctor and jumping up and down in anticipation.

"Whaaaaaat?" He sniffed loudly, wiping his nose with the back of his hand.

"Wait for your mummy and granny first," the Doctor said, setting the covered box down onto the floor and dropping onto the sofa as Rory moaned out loud, stamping his feet moodily on the ground.

"I want it now!"

"Sit and wait!"

"But that's boring!"

"It's okay," came Rose's sudden voice from the doorway, stepping in from the Kitchen with her mother and crossing to room to sit beside the Doctor. "You can open it now."

Rory bounced on his heels eagerly, peering at the box from a distance as the Doctor lifted the blanket slightly and reached inside.

"Yip, yip!" something said, and as the Doctor pulled out the mystery presence within, Rose gasped.

Okay, she hadn't expected that.

"Yip, yip!" said the small blue dog-like creature with four legs, a pink mane and a furry pink tail waggling innocently, its floppy red tongue hanging out the side of its mouth. It had a perfectly round face with bright pink irises and alien-like ears, the ones that looked more like cones. Its nose was small, pink and wet, much like a cat's. It extended its tongue towards the Doctor, licking up his face adoringly.

"What the 'ell is that thing?!" Jackie demanded loudly, staring at the alien dog presented before her blankly.

"He's called Bob, he's a Delorion," the Doctor explained, setting the creature down onto the floor infront of Rory. "Come say hello. He won't bite you."

Rory stepped happily forward, extending a hand towards Bob. Bob stepped into his reach as Rory stroked back his wild pink mane. Bob responded by licking Rory up the face too, and he giggled insanely.

"Everyone he licks he acknowledges to be his master and mistress," the Doctor explained as the Delorion scooted back to Rose, jumping up into her lap on the sofa.

"Yip, yip!" Bob barked, getting onto his hind legs and resting his two front paws on Rose's shoulders. His tail waggled happily as Rose openly giggled, closing her eyes as the Delorion also licked her gently up her cheek.

"He's adorable Doctor," she applauded as the Delorion jumped off of her lap and back onto the floor, padding back over to Rory again.

"Yip, yip!"

"I am not havin' that thing in 'ere! What're the neighbours gonna think, eh? Blue alien dog wanderin' around the 'ouse!"

"Hey! You'll hurt his feelings!" the Doctor hissed, watching Bob as he chased his own obscenely furry pink tail playfully.

"Yip, yip!"

"You could've 'ad a nice poodle and instead you choose a Dalairi…summat?!"

"I love him!" Rose exclaimed, making to kneel on the floor and stroke Bob's lovely long pick mane once again.

"He's all yours Rory," the Doctor said to the child with a grin.

"All mine?" Rory asked disbelievingly, eyeing the Delorion's sharp incisors protruding from his mouth and pointed claws on his paws, determining he would make a rather good guard dog if the situation were called upon.

The Doctor nodded. "He's here to help you with your nightmares. He's gonna guard you at night to make sure you're safe."

"Wow!"

The Doctor cast his gaze back on Rose who was shaking, he could see. He dropped down to his knees next to her and gazed intently at her face.

"Rose?" he asked.

When she looked up however, it wasn't what the Doctor was expecting at all. Her eyes shone brightly with tears – although she was smiling broadly. She strengthened it even more so at his worried expression, trying to wipe her eyes with her own jumper sleeve.

She sniffed loudly. "I'm so happy!"

This came as a surprise.

"Then why am I seeing these?" the Doctor asked, reaching up to a stray tear on her cheek and brushing it swiftly away.

"I don't know!" she laughed, reaching out her arms to hug him tight. He obliged, looking up at Jackie over Rose's shoulder with a shrug.

"Pregnancy," she mouthed, and he silently laughed, rubbing Rose's back soothingly. His hands moved around from her back to her womb infront in which the Time Lord baby girl was settled, resting both hands on it.

But Rose felt something suddenly stir within her at the Doctor's touch…her expression turned to surprise.

"Did you feel that?" she asked the Doctor, who merely shrugged. "Did you feel her…? She moved…I felt her move…"

"Rose I think you're just entering month five," he said with his manic grin, rubbing her belly a little more.

"I've only been pregnant two-and-a-half months!"

"Accelerated growth rates," the Doctor explained. "Like pregnancy in a week with Rory – somehow the aging rate's defective. He's not even a year old but he's got all the drives of a five-year-old, though he seems to have slowed down now…" He extended a hand, ruffling his son's hair. "Isn't that right?"

Rory patted his hair down once more, sticking his tongue out at the Doctor, an action he returned.

"I'm starving," Rose suddenly came out with, her eyes now free of tears. A subtle hint, the Doctor thought.

"Just as well I got lunch ready ain't it?" Jackie smiled broadly, pushing herself off of the sofa and onto her feet, disappearing into the kitchen. "And you ain't feeding that thing leftovers!"

The Doctor rolled his eyes again, making to get up. He helped his pregnant fiancée to her feet, gesturing for Rory to follow to the kitchen.

"I got a tummy ache daddy," Rory said instantly. "And my head hurts."

"That comes from watchin' too much TV!" Jackie shouted from the kitchen. "As a responsible parent Doctor, it should be your duty to protect your son!"

The Doctor chose to ignore her. "Come anyway," he was saying to Rory, "keep your gran happy and you can give Bob your food."

Rory grinned, and nodded.

"Rory? Please. I need your daddy," the little girl standing infront of him was saying, her long white dress flowing in non-existent breeze.

"Why?" Rory demanded, still unable to move from his standing up position but the thought of both Bob and his parents strengthened his before dented inner strength.

"I need to talk to him."

"What about?"

"Please, I have to talk to him."

Rory shook his head, paralysed from head to toe but determined to fight, earn his dad's pride. "You're gonna hurt him. I won't let you."

"No, Rory. I wouldn't ever hurt him."

"But you will!"

"Rory, I have to speak to him right now. I know this is hard to understand but everyone'll be in danger if I don't."

"Who are you?" the boy questioned, wondering if Bob was nearby for protection.

She paused for a moment, watching him carefully. "…The giver of life."

For a second, Rory just stared at her blankly. "The who?"

But suddenly the girl flipped as quickly as a tossed coin, her wavy blonde hair that had once settled on her shoulders suddenly blowing out around her head in a beautiful halo – but this girl was now far from an angel as she began to hover a little in the air, thrusting an arm forwards towards Rory and clenching her fist tightly. The lights instantly shut off.

"TELL HIM!!!" echoed a voice inside his head, shrill and screaming. "TELL HIM!!! TELL HIM!!! TELL HIM!!! TELL HIM!!!"

"Yip, yip!" came a sudden barking from beside him – his way out. Rory watched as Bob bounded happily over to the girl, standing directly infront of here before he suddenly lost his happy demeanour – and carnivorously growled at the girl, teeth bared as he stood in a defensive stance of his master standing behind him. "YIP, YIP!" he barked angrily.

And then she was gone.

Rory's eyes bolted open wide, sitting up instantly in his bed. He looked down at the Delorion curled up comfy and snoozing at the bottom of his bed, snuggling up against his feet.

"Just a stoopid dream," Rory said to himself, feeling calmed by the presence of Bob and the fact he was finally in his own bedroom. Jackie had let them all sleep in the TARDIS tonight purely because Mo had to stay overnight at the flat unexpectedly, and without a spare bed and an alien dog Jackie had personally elected them to stay in the TARDIS.

Rory grinned to himself, sliding back down under the covers and closing his eyes once more.

The Doctor watched over his son from the TARDIS Console Screen, smiling at the sight of Rory finally sleeping without fear.

"Night, night," he muttered, watching him sleep for a few seconds more. But then he saw it.

The purple slice he'd seen but a few days ago was suddenly there on the monitor, in the child's bedroom, although this time the figure was close enough for him to distinguish it was indeed wearing a long purple dress – long enough to touch the ground. He did a double take, blinking to make sure his eyes weren't deceiving him.

Apparently they were.

Shuddering, the Doctor stared at the monitor for a few moments more, the scene dark once more. He tapped a few buttons on the console, grabbing the monitor and swinging it around the column to face the other side of the room. Purely a trick of the light…there was absolutely nothing more to it.

He sat back lazily in the Captain's chair, propping his feet up onto the console and resting his head on his hands. At least Rory was sleeping now, along with his mother. That was one problem sorted.

Another one being – was he supposed to write his own vows?!