A/N: Well she took her time but she's finally popped out, whatever her name is. Wow, so many possibilities! Though I know what the name is, and it's nothing I've said so far. Woohoo!

Chapter 23 – No Name Sigma-Tyler

Jackie Tyler was only just recovering from her hangover when the phone went off.

The shrill ringing rattled her fragile eardrums, her brain rattling inside her skull in an undeniable mother of a headache. Cursing, she reached over to the phone and lifted it up, pressing it to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Jackie! Rose is givin' birth!"

"What? Jack?" Jackie snapped to attention, sitting up on the sofa. "What's goin' on?"

"I can see her head!" he yelled down the phone, "come on Rose, push!"

"AGGH!!! DOCTOR!!! I'M GOING TO BLOODY KILL YOU!!! AGGGH!!!" yelled Rose's agonised voice from a distance on the line.

"Jack what's goin' on?" Jackie asked anxiously, pressing the phone harder against her ear.

"…She's a bit stimulated," Jack answered casually like it was a common occurrence.

A new voice joined the group, that of the Doctor's. "Rose…no…put that down and concentrate on PUSHING!!!"

"I'm gonna rip your damn-"

"Rose!"

"-right off you frickin' horny bastard!"

Jack was speaking once more, "calm down Rose…shit. I didn't mean that. I swear I didn't mean that. No…don't…what're you doin'?! Doctor! DOCTOR!"

"Push!"yelled yet another voice, presumably that of a midwife. "Come on, she's nearly out!"

"AGGGGGHHHHHH!!!"

"She's almost here! Keep pushing! Keep going!"

"DOCTOOOOOOOOR!!!"

Jackie was partially glad she couldn't see what was happening for the sheer chaos of the sounds in the delivery room – Rose screaming agony as Jack attempted to calm her, the midwife trying to do her job whilst the Doctor tried to retain his duty as a father by ensuring her needs were met, no matter how many times she insulted him.

Then she heard it. An entirely new sound…loud and high-pitched. It was…it was a baby crying. Wailing. She was unable to stop her eyes watering with joy as she heard the phone line beep loudly, and it fell silent as it disconnected. Jack's phone seemed to have lost its charge.

Her granddaughter had just been born.

God only really knew what Jack was currently doing to the poor defenceless baby girl as he cradled her gently in both arms, waggling his finger infront of her face. Her eyes were not focused on him – instead they were flickering between her mother and her father, as if deciding which one she was going to wail at.

"Awww diddums, who's gonna grow up to be an intergalactic saviour of the Universe, eh? You are!" Jack continued to waggle his finger infront of her face. "Yes, you are! Aren't you? Aren't you?"

"Jack, what are you doing to my daughter?" the Doctor asked, leaning forward to the ex-Time Agent with Rose's head on his chest, utterly exhausted with her eyes half closed – though she was smiling contentedly. He took the baby girl from the other man's arms, holding her closely to his chest and scrutinising her closely. One thing that was unique about her was the colour of her eyes – one was brown like the Doctor's eyes now, and one was blue…very much – Rose had pointed out – like the colour of his previous body's eyes.

"Hey Rose." He nudged her gently, and she opened her eyes to look at him with tired eyes. "Thanks."

"Was no problem Doctor," she murmured, sitting up and reaching to touch her new baby girl's cheek.

"She looks just like you," Jack assured her with his cheesy grin, and she raised her eyebrows.

"I'm small and blubbery?" she asked, and the Doctor laughed as she rested her head back on his chest. She looked up at him, staring impassively into his gaze. "She's got your eyes though. Your eyes stayed the same through your regeneration. Not the colour, just the way they look."

"My mother was human," he started in explanation, affectionately pushing the blankets more around his baby girl to keep her warm. "I inherited her eyes and so no matter how many regenerations and eye colours I go through I'll always have her basic retina. Why is she so quiet?" he suddenly added, looking down at the baby he held. "I swear Rory wasn't this quiet. He was already screaming and throwing stuff around by now, wasn't he?"

"I think that was probably you," Rose answered sleepily, yawning widely.

"Probably," he agreed.

"Daddy?" suddenly asked a child's voice from the doorway, and the Doctor glanced down to see a beaming Rory bouncing excitedly on his toes in the doorway, eyes fixed on the bundle of blankets in his father's arms.

"What you been doin' then?" Jack asked, getting up and scooping the child into both arms.

"Nothing," he said innocently, still looking at his father.

"C'mere, I got something to show you," the Doctor gestured with his head. Jack lifted him onto the bed and he crawled over to the Doctor, eyes still fixed.

The Doctor nodded down at the baby in his arms, which was staring at Rory through her multicoloured eyes.

"This is your little sister. Say hi."

"Hi!" Rory exclaimed happy, sticking out his tongue at her. "Can I hold her?"

The Doctor nodded and beckoned Rory towards him, making sure the boy was in his lap before lowering the girl into Rory's arms, his own two still supporting her beneath.

"She's really tiny," he said. He lifted his hand and put it in-between the blankets, touching her tiny one. As he touched her palm her grip automatically tightened around his, and he felt a sense of peace and contentment. "What'd you call her?"

"Leslie," the Doctor said immediately.

"Sophie," Rose shot back.

"Natasha."

"Megan!"

"Tioni!"

"Ben."

The Doctor and Rose turned their heads to Jack, who merely shrugged.

"Thought I'd lend a helpin' hand," he said with a shrug and a grin. They ignored him.

"She's got to have a name Rose…" the Doctor was saying as Rose's eyelids drooped even more.

"We'll think of one in the mornin'…" she murmured, before falling straight asleep on his chest. Rory opened his mouth and yawned loudly, an action that sent Jack and the Doctor off too.

Rory climbed off of the Doctor's legs as he picked up the baby girl fully once more. Being careful of Rose he took her over to the crib beside the bed, placing her gently inside. He turned, and only just took a few steps before she started to cry. Loudly.

"Wassat?" Rose slurred, waking up once more.

"Nothing…" the Doctor said quickly moving back to pick her up, and she stopped crying the instant he touched her. The Doctor sighed. "One of those, eh?"

She giggled, almost like she knew the trouble she was causing her parents as the Doctor picked her up again and took her back to the bed.

"Tomorrow we'll go see your granny," he said, "then you can get spoilt rotten with loads of presents from adoring fans, sound fair?"

In reply she just closed her eyes, and fell asleep in his arms.

The Doctor looked over at the sleeping Rose, and compared the two.

"Exactly like her mother," Jack supplied, and the Doctor nodded.

"My baby girl wields the Jackie Tyler slap."

A/N: Right, enough with the namby-pambyism, let's get on with some DOCTOR TORTURRRRRRRE!!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHA... (Cough) ...HAHAH... (Cough) ...ah.