A/N: I need to sleeeeeeeeeeeep...here's my stab at the Reception, sorry it's rubbish but I DID warn you...

Chapter 19 – Doctor Who: The Reception (Uncut)

"ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ!" Rory was saying over and over again as the Doctor took a swig of lager from his pint glass on the table. Dance music was pumping out of the speakers heavy on the bass; everyone was dancing in the middle of the pub wildly with no concern for whom they were dancing with. "One two three four five six seven eight nine ten! One two three four five six seven eight nine ten! I can write all of 'em daddy!"

"So you said," the Doctor said as enthusiastically as he could.

"Un deux trois quatre cinq seis sept huit neuf dix! Un deux trois quatre cinq seis sept huit neuf dix! Uno dos tres cuatro cinco seis seite ocho nueve diez! Uno dos tres cuatro cinco seis seite ocho nueve diez! Me llamo Rory! Como te llamas? Bonjour! J'ai un maison, c'est grande! Je parle francais, j'adore ca! J'ai un Delorion, il s'apelle Bob! Mon Oncle Jack est tres super!"

"Aww he's so cute!" the girls were bustling over the infant again, all of them tipsy. Rory just beamed in his cute way, sitting on the bar table the Doctor was at and reaching forward towards his dad's pint glass.

"Uh, no," the Doctor said immediately with a grin, taking the pint glass swiftly away and draining the rest of it in one gulp. He frowned for a moment as a wave of dizziness washed over him, his hand on his head. "Ooo…" he moaned. "Not good..."

"You're drunk from one pint?" Jack's loud voice suddenly cut over his moans and seconds later the man himself appeared infront of him, sliding into the chair the other side of the table with another two pint glasses in his hands. He pushed one over to the Doctor, and then noted the Time Lord's bewildered expression at Jack's generosity. "If I get you drunk enough maybe I can lure you into havin' sex with me."

"Why get me drunk when probably everyone of these girls would have sex with you without the need of fermented vegetable drinks?"

Jack shot back another grin. "No one's as pretty as you Doc," he countered.

"And anyway, I've had seven now and I'm not even slightly inebriated. Time Lord's don't get drunk."

"Really…!" Jack started sarcastically, leaning forward a little to address the Doctor in hushed tones through Rory's held gaze. "How was it Rosie got pregnant with baby Rory, then?"

The Doctor decided to swiftly change the subject.

"Where is she anyway? I swear she went to the toilet ten minutes ago."

Jack just shrugged. "Haven't seen her on the dance floor."

The Doctor paused for a moment, clicking his tongue as he mulled it over. Finally, he got up onto his feet, brushing himself down.

"I'm gonna look for her. Keep an eye on Rory, would you?"

"Sure," Jack said as he raised his pint glass and winked at the Doctor. As the Doctor turned away he distinctly heard the words, "now Rory, half pint or full?" and he rolled his eyes, stepping out into the bustle of the crowd only to be confronted seconds later by an extremely unsteady Jackie.

"Oh sorry Do'or…" she slurred as he just about stopped her falling to the floor, her right hand deliberately clutching his tie whilst her left reached up, running through his mop of brown hair. "Ya lookin' hawt tonigh'…"

"Likewise Jackie…" He hastily guided Jackie back to the dance floor and pegged it before she could make anymore sexual advances on him.

He searched everywhere for her; the pub wasn't exactly a phenomenally huge place but she was nowhere to be found. He eventually came across the Woman's Bathroom – somehow unconsciously hoping it wouldn't have to come to this – but thankfully Shareen was coming out of it. He quickly stopped her.

"Hey Shareen? Is Rose in there?"

She nodded. "Yeah, she said she was feelin' a little out of it. Must be completely smashed if you ask me. Either that or she's stoned."

His eyes widened at her words and also her assumptions, somehow not caring about the sign on the door anymore as he became instantly concerned for the welfare of his Rose, and his baby.

"Rose?" he called tentively, slipping in through the door to the room inside. It didn't take any time at all for his eyes to adjust, and he found himself staring across the room to Rose curled up in a corner, holding her womb and moaning slightly.

He dived towards her instantly; not at all caring he was standing in a restricted area to men as he rested his hands on her waist, guiding her to straighten up and look into her eyes.

"Rose, have you been drinking?!" he asked with an edge of angry disbelief to his voice, actually hurt she could even consider it with the baby currently swimming about contentedly in her womb. She shook her head, looking up to meet his eyes.

"I saw her, Doctor," she whispered, "she just sorta…stared at me…"

"Her?" he repeated, mortified at her words, "what did she do? Why didn't you tell me?"

"You'd have only got worked up, and I don't think she did anythin' to be honest."

"I think your body language would beg to differ," he pointed out, resting his hands on her womb to check she was still there. Doing well.

"I feel fine, it was just a moment," she insisted, resting her hands on his own two currently examining her womb intently.

"You're six months along Rose, moments are gonna start being risk-" he was suddenly and rudely cut off by the sound of the door bursting open, or rather, crashing open. The Doctor instantly whirled around and threw out his arms to protect Rose with his body – before realising it was Jackie again and relaxing.

"What're you doing in here?!" he asked, intimidated by his belief it was the purple woman.

"What am I doin' in here?!" she shrieked, staggering over to the pair with her hands welded firmly to her hips, struggling to focus the two of them in her vision. "What're you doin' in 'ere?! I caugh' ya at it, didn't I? 'Avin' sex in a Woman's Toilet!"

"Jackie, get some coffee and sober up please," he replied shortly, taking Rose's hand and leading her straight past Jackie and out into the main pub. He caught Jack's eye, gesturing to the door silently. Jack nodded, moving forward to pick Rory up and join them out the door.

"Alright?" Jack commented as they slipped away from the proceedings and out onto the street.

"We have to move, she's around here somewhere Jack," the Doctor replied quickly, taking the now sleepy Rory and enveloping him in his coat as his head dropped onto his father's shoulder, pawing at his jacket.

"But we're safe in the TARDIS, aren't we?" Jack shot back. They'd told him about the 'purple woman' on the way back from the wedding, and she sounded a little daunting. "She can't get in, right?"

"Wrong. She's been in twice already. You're not safe while you're around me."

"Correction, you're not safe while we'renot around you."

The Doctor sniffed a little, slowing his pace a tad for Rose to keep up. He didn't want to admit it, but Jack was entirely right – yet he didn't want any of them to get hurt on his part.

"Doctor…" Rose moaned again, reaching out for his arm and tugging it gently. "Somethin' hurts…"

The Doctor was beginning to become overwhelmed, Jack could see. Even the Doctor had a limit to the amount of crises he could handle at any one time.

"Okay, okay, let's just get back to the TARDIS first shall we?"

But then she said something that completely knocked the wind out of his sails.

"…I think I'm goin' into labour."