A/N: I know where the hell I'm headed :D Finally, we're getting to the plot! Woohooooooooo!

Chapter 12 – Pikachu! I Choose You!

He landed the TARDIS as smoothly as he could, trying not to disturb the two sleeping occupants inside so he could get a little time to himself. It was six in the morning and for once as he stepped out the double blue doors, it wasn't gloomy and raining with that good old British weather.

He walked casually towards the cemetery gate, the early morning sunrise lighting his way towards the grave he was bound for. He was breaking a promise, in fact, pinky swears (Some human rituals were truly bewildering…) with Rose – but as he reasoned, what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her. He could see the grave now, the writing engraved on it so clear and fresh. The grass seemed to be a little more colourful around this area, some flowers had even sprouted around the grave and the Doctor found himself smiling at the sight of so much life.

Here lies Eva Jela Sigma-Tyler

Born to the Doctor and Rose,

29th November 2006

Died to save her mother,

29th November 2006

Too young to die.

He dropped to his haunches beside the grave, reaching inside his right trenchcoat pocket and withdrawing a concealed bunch of roses from within, setting them on the head of the grave.

The shock had taken a moment to kick in but now he was finally realising what had just gone on, and it was almost scaring him. He couldn't get the surrealism of the situation of out his head. Eva was alive…but here she was, perfectly dead. She had died by his hand and she was supposed to stay that way.

The subject of her death still hurt him and he would forever regard the entire situation as his fault. He refused to accept there was nothing he could have done, but deep down he knew it was Mother Nature's way of balancing life out. The umbilical cord had strangled her inside the womb before she had come out, and there was no way to have prevented it apart from letting Rose die from blood loss.

A Time Lady or Time Lord couldn't be a purely psychic being, not unless there was a huge defect in their genetic makeup at birth. Eva had been a twin aswell, and if she was purely psychic, where did that leave her twin brother, Rory? When Rose had given birth he'd been the first to come out but Eva had died, and her tiny dead baby body with her broken neck was currently buried beneath the soil but two feet infront of him. So why was she still wandering around?

Somewhere along the line something had been added, something he didn't know about.

And now she was a slave. He was going to find her and set her free, free to live as a psychic rather than caged as a servant to a weird woman in a purple dress. Trouble was, he had a wedding and a pregnant wife to attend to first, plus he didn't have a clue where to start. He no longer had the dream to go to which officially made him helpless with a capital less.

He got onto his feet, taking one last look at the grave before setting off back towards the TARDIS, his moment dealt with.

Slowly, his mind began to turn away from the sensitive subject, and instead to the single fact it was now his stag night. He wasn't very good at being on time despite being a Time Lord, but it seemed to be the little things that tripped him up. He'd been late to his first day at the Academy, he'd been late for his granddad's funeral, his brother's wedding, his mum's birthday party, his fifth year girlfriend's party and he'd even been late to his own birthday party. His last wedding was no exception; he'd even been late for that as well. So how on Earth was he going to be on time to this one and avoid the Jackie slap-of-doom?

He slipped inside the TARDIS, throwing his coat over the usual support strut and programming the TARDIS once more. It was still too early to go wake up Rose so instead he did the most humanly thing imaginable, and went to watch some early morning television.

Much to Rose's relief, she woke a few hours later to an empty bed. The Doctor had woken up from the dream.

She was already fully clothed, so she got up and headed out the door to the Console Room, predicting that would be the most likely place for him to dwell. She was wrong – the moment she turned down the corridor with the Console Room at the other end, she heard the voices of her son and her husband echo through the open door of the sitting room.

She turned into it, brushing back her bed hair self-consciously as she saw them both sitting on the sofa, Rory with remote control in hand and the undeniable cartoon action of Pokemon on the gigantic wide screen television, the Doctor lounging back on the sofa like a true couch potato human, staring as Pikachu launched yet another lightning bolt attack.

"Did you kill her daddy?" Rory was saying, ripping a piece of toast off of the slice he held, covertly dropping it down onto the floor where Bob sat, launching forward instantly to grab the piece.

"No," the Doctor answered through a mouthful of marmalade toast.

"Is she gone now daddy?"

He nodded.

"How did you make her go?"

"I sang a song and she ran away."

"Your singing really isn't that bad y'know," Rose started suddenly, from behind them, considering the prospect of jumping over the back on the sofa and landing on him but having second thoughts as something gently kicked inside her stomach, reminding her distinctly that she was almost six months along. Instead, she walked around the sofa and dropped down into the Doctor's lap, kissing his cheek. "Morning sleepyhead," she said, tapping his nose.

"Says the girl with the bed hair and maternity pyjamas," the Doctor countered, gently pushing her to the side with his eyes still transfixed to the cartoon. "Come on Ash, Magnemite is an electric Pokemon, Pikachu's not gonna do bog all!"

"Use Squirtle!" Rory inputted from the side, almost screaming at the television.

"Oh geez," Rose muttered, making to get up off of the Doctor but he held her firmly, dragging her with him to lay down on the sofa, Rose on top of him, his arms around her chest as she lay face up, head resting on his shoulder.

"I'll tell you in a minute," he whispered in her ear and she nodded, turning her head to face the television where Pikachu was once again incapacitated. Ash finally seemed to click, bringing out Squirtle to defeat the evil man with the monobrow, before the Pokemon theme tune finally started up and Rory was on his feet, bounding over to his parents.

"Daddy can we play Armies with Bob?" he asked, the Delorion in question bounding around Rory's feet in hyperactive mode.

"Can he hold a gun?" Rose asked in puzzlement, but the Doctor just laughed.

"Maybe later Rory."

"Okay," he nodded, and ran out the door with Bob in tow. Finally the room was silent save for the underlying tone of Tamigotchi adverts on television, and Rose finally turn to him.

"What happened?"

"Rose…" he started, a little nervously. "I went inside and…"

He began to explain.