A/N: I'm just gonna shut up and get on with the story...

Chapter 10 – New Shoooes?

"Doctor, you'll look handsome, put 'em on!"

The Doctor held up the pair of immaculately polished shoes in thumb and forefinger, raising them up to his eyes with a disgusted look on his face.

Jackie sighed, straightening his tuxedo collar and brushing down his jacket.

"They're just shoes Doctor, posh ones at that. Put 'em on."

"They're all…shiny," the Doctor pointed out, taking in a whiff of them before launching into a coughing fit. "And they stink!"

"Doctor, put them ON! They'll go well with your tux!"

"I don't like them!" he moaned, dropping them to the floor. "Can't I just wear my converses?"

"What, these stingy old things?" Jackie lifted his white converses, regarding them with even more disgust than the Doctor to his black shoes. "Doctor, this is your weddin'!" She tossed the shoes carelessly across the room, the Doctor practically shrieking at her inhumanity and bolting over to them, picking them up and hugging them tight.

"There, there. Nasty woman's gone now."

"You need to look smart!"

"I have a smart pair of converses!" the Doctor protested, setting the shoes back down on the floor carefully as though they were the crown jewels.

"Doctor your Stag Night is tomorrow, we don't have any time to argue!"

"Exactly! And I'm not wearing those things!"

"What's up?" Rose next appeared in the TARDIS Wardrobe doorway wearing a long t-shirt as a maternity nightie, yawning and rubbing her eyes. She looked to the Doctor in the tuxedo, stifling a giggle. "Shouldn't you be restin'?"

"She's trying to make me wear those!" the Doctor protested, gesturing at the pair of shoes he'd dropped to the floor. Her smile vanished.

"I don't care! Just nod and come back to bed! Rory'll wake up soon if you carry on like this!" she replied snappily, looking agitated as she rested a hand on her womb. The hormones were firing again. The Doctor decided to shut up.

Pause.

"Well?!" she demanded.

The Doctor instantly started undoing his tuxedo jacket as a form of reply, eyeing Jackie as he threw it over a nearby railing and reached up to his shirt buttons. She took the hint and took the polished black shoes off of the floor to where the Doctor had dropped them, disappearing with a huff of impatience out the door.

Rose watched him as though he were on show, stepping forward towards him whilst her mother left the room. His blisters had almost fully disappeared over the two weeks he'd been ill, making him much better to look at.

She ran a hand over his thigh, looking up at him with pleading puppy dog eyes.

"Rose," he pointed out, poking her womb gently. "I'd mark you as out of action."

"Who said anythin' about that kind of action?"she asked surreptitiously, smiling up at him. She raised her right hand from his thigh slightly, moving it up as the other hand settled on his right hip.

"Now…don't…" he started, relieved as her hand missed and instead reached up to his half undone shirt. "Rose," he hissed, "Rory could walk in at any minute!"

"He's gotta learn sometime," Rose countered, silencing him by pressing her pouted petal soft lips to his own. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth and into his, exploring every nook, cranny and bump of his entire mouth. Her right hand was fiddling with the buttons on his shirt now, her left busy tugging at his already wild brown hair. It was a gentle moment, but fulfilling.

This was either the pregnancy hormones or Rose just being Rose. The former, he finally decided as her hand finished undoing the shirt and suddenly became deeply interested in his chest hair.

"Never wax please," she murmured against his lips as they both came up for air, the Doctor nodding before he was the one to fix their lips together once again. As she was exploring his mouth, he was exploring hers – a wonderful taste of honey, he found. He forced his way in even more, trying to get every last morsel of honey without even realising was he was doing.

Her warm hands ran in a massaging motion up his smooth back, the Doctor's own cool two hands entwined deep in her hair.

She was pushing him backwards now, back towards the spiral staircase set into the middle of the wardrobe. The railing ran across his lower back and was made all the more prominent as Rose pushed against him as much as she could with an almost six month along baby set in her fast swelling womb.

Both their eyes were closed as they just let the moment take them, the Doctor's hands dropping to the small of her back and rubbing it even more, able to tell that was where some pain lay.

Neither of them noticed the door clicking back open once more.

"I just need to get my…oh…" suddenly came Jackie's voice from the doorway, and at the sound of her voice the Doctor ripped his lips off of Rose's and gestured a frantic hand to his almost mother-in-law.

"Take it and go!"

"Y'know, most sane people use a bed," Jackie pointed out, strolling towards them both to retrieve her jacket from the floor next to them. "And d'you know what the time is? By the way Rose, you're also pregnant. You know what that means? It means don't have sex!"

"Since when?" Rose murmured, her tongue licking up his unspotted jaw line before her mum had even a chance to open her mouth to reply.

"Since…oh, never mind!" she sighed, heading back out the door. "I give up on you two!" And she was gone.

Rose looked back up at him. "Now, where were we?"

"Cloud Nine?" he suggested mildly with a grin. Rose grinned back, reaching back up to her fiancé's lips.

And then someone screamed. A child's scream. The sound of barking instantly filled the before solemn air as the screaming dissipated to nothing.

The Doctor's eyes widened instantly as he realised the only other person currently dwelling onboard the time vessel with them. He let go of Rose, doing up his shirt on the way as he tore it to Rory's room and almost smashed his way through the door. Bob was barking loudly, bouncing immediately up to the Doctor manically dashing around his ankles.

"Rory, what…" he started, but didn't need to carry on as suddenly his face turned pale. Confusion for a moment, yes, but it was all inevitably going to come back to anger. He jogged over to Rory's bed, where he son sat cradling his arm, tears falling down his cheeks.

Rose had arrived. "Oh my God, why's he bleedin'?!"

The Doctor scooped him up in both arms, taking him straight to the Infirmary without a diversion. He sat the boy on the nearest available bed, reaching up for the First Aid box and unclipping it. Rose arrived into the Infirmary, pained and nauseous from the unexpected running but in too much concern for her son to really care.

"Wanna tell me about your dream?" the Doctor ventured, taking out an antiseptic wipe of the box.

Rory's lip trembled with his tears now over, looking up at his dad with his wounded arm held out. It wasn't deep but it was deep enough to bleed. It was at least two inches long.

"It was her, daddy," he said smally as the Doctor dabbed carefully at the cut. "She said she wanted to speak to you and I said no, then she hurt me."

The Doctor risked a quick glance at Rose, nodding his head to confirm her suspicions as he finished wiping the wound and reached for the dressings. This was getting very real, and very dangerous. He had to do something.

"Can I have a big bandage daddy?" he asked timidly, suddenly looking very vulnerable and cute.

He sighed loudly. "You do realise your granny's gonna kill me for this."

Rory nodded, lips pouted.

The Doctor took a bandage out of the box, wrapping it around the wound and fixing it in place. "How's that?" he asked as Rose sat on the bed beside him, holding her son protectively. Rory raised a grin, more hurt than he was letting on the Doctor could tell.

"Good," he said, jumping off of the bed and rushing out the door.

There was a brief silence between the two, before Rose was the one to speak up.

"What now?"

The Doctor frowned for a moment, before finally deciding.

"I've got to confront the dream," he said.

Rose could only watch as he got off of the bed, and called after Rory.

A/N: Guess whaaaaaaaaaat? Thsi is the only section of the next chapter I've written so have it:D

Chapter 11 - Unnamed

"I might pass out, if I do, don't wake me up."

He placed his hands either side of Rory's temples, diving inside his mind and whipping out a pair of metaphorical binoculars to search for the dream. He ran forward, searching intently as thoughts and memories flew at him, but he did a good job of dodging them. He spotted a black hole of some kind at the end of the dream chain – like a spiral of darkness. There was no doubting that was what he wanted.