A/N: You can all thank magic-doctor-writer for the whole in bold 'name, place, date' thing, I was thinking about doing something like that but I didn't really know how to set it out. Bah. Whatever. I did it for the previous chapters too if you ever got confused.

Chapter 30 – Little Lottie

Rose Sigma-Tyler and family, Earth, March 2007 AD.

"Eh? What's another baby doin' 'ere?" Jackie wanted to know as Rose cradled the baby in both arms, treating her as if she were her own. The truth was, Rose wanted to know too. No one had the faintest clue at all what was going on.

Then her and the Doctors' baby girl started to cry in Jackie's arms, pining for recognition. Rose handed Zoë to Jack before taking her own child, checking for her discomfort. Nothing, as far as she could see. Probably just out for attention.

Rory leant forward from his place next to Jack on the sofa, staring at the new baby girl he held.

"She feels weird," he commented, "she's…there's something 'bout her, she's all weird…"

"Weird?" Rose's head snapped up, remembering last time he had said those words – the Doctor had turned out to infact be his evil doppelganger from the future. "What kinda weird sweetheart? Is it 'stretched-brain' weird?"

Rory shook his head. "No…she's got this kinda…light. Buzzing."

"Here, look at this," Jack said, pulling back the blankets from baby Zoë and delving his hand inside, picking out a small golden ring.

Rose recognised it instantly.

"That's…that'shis…"

"I think he's sendin' us a message," Jack pointed out, rolling the wedding ring that was once the Doctor's between forefinger and thumb.

"A baby message?" Mickey asked, bewildered, "why would he send you a baby?"

She paused, and then shrugged. "I dunno. We don't even know whose baby it is."

"Whosever she is sweetheart, he wants us to look after her," Jackie said softly, "surely we owe 'im that?"

Rose was frowning. "There's somethin' deeper 'bout this, I knowthere is." She turned to her son, who was staring at the unnamed baby. "Tell me more about the buzzin'? What's it like?"

Rory hesitated for a moment, unsure. "Umm…it's sorta how like daddy and the baby feels, they buzz louders when they're closer, but it's a kinda nice buzzes, not bad or anything…it's just like…like I'm not alone. You got the buzz too, mummy, and Uncle Jack. But Uncle Jack's is different, it's…wrong."

Jack opened his mouth to ask a question, but the unnamed child got there first with a sudden burst of tears. Rose held her tighter, shushing her to silence. Jack quickly moved to give Zoe to Jackie, before he went to turn off the television.

"I think she's just tired," Jackie said, and Rose nodded.

"She's really teeny," Rory suddenly said, staring at the girl.

"Yep," Jack agreed, moving to Rose and taking the baby into both arms. "Soon she'll be really big and be able to beat you up. Or was that justmy sister?" He grinned, looking up at Rose. For the first time since the Doctor had been taken, he saw her smiling. "Or sisters.Plural." He began to reminisce, staring off into the distance. "Aww, little Lottie, she sure could aim her foot."

Rose suddenly went rigid, meeting his gaze.

"Little Lottie?" she asked, eyes wide. "Lottie."

"Lottie?" Jack repeated.

"…It's perfect," she said, tucking the girl in her blankets. "My little Lottie. Would he like it?"

Jack smiled reassurance. "Rose, he'd loveit."

She smiled for a moment, accepting this before she sighed heavily, suddenly overcome by despair. "I need him back, Jack," she muttered, and Jack nodded.

"If we could we would Rose, you know that."

She was looking up at him now, tears in her eyes. "I can't just sit here knowin' he's in danger. She's hurtin' him, I know She is…why is it always him? Why can't She leave us in peace?"

"He's a Time Lord, Rose," Jack reminded her as he gave her back baby Lottie carefully, who had now become quiet. "It comes with the job."

"We've just got to accept there's nothin' we can do sweetheart," Jackie said truthfully, "he's gone now, we've got to move on."

"Your mum's right Rose," Mickey carried on with a nod, "we know how you feel but the Doctor's gone, nothing can ch-"

Mickey was suddenly cut off in mid-flow as Rose screamed, infuriated, "how can you know what I'm feelin'?! You've never been through this before! You don't know anythin'!!!"

Mickey suddenly looked uncomfortable. "I was just tryin' to-"

"Well don't try! I don't need your sympathy!" Rose yelled, Lottie back in tears. "Stop tryin' to tell me what I feel!!!"

"We're not sweetheart," Jackie tried to calm her daughter down. "We're just-"

"Get away from me! All of you!!!"

She roughly took Rory's hand and stormed out of the flat to the street below. She didn't stop her strut until she reached the TARDIS, strolling inside and falling into the Captain's chair, shushing Lottie and kissing Rory on the head. She knew she shouldn't be displaying this kind of attitude in front of her children, but as Rory's lower lip began to tremble Rose couldn't help but break down into tears.

The Ninth Doctor, Rose Tyler and Rory Sigma-Tyler, Earth, June 2005 AD.

Rose and the Ninth Doctors' efforts over the next few days were solely into helping their future son through his injuries.

Rory wasn't lying, at any rate. The Doctor had checked his genes which the TARDIS affirmed to be an amalgamation of Rose's and a Time Lord's, no doubt his in a different body. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the existence of this child, and all others like him. This was exactly what he hadn't wanted. He had specifically come out of the War promising himself never to have a family again – least of all with a human – when losing them hurt so much.

What had made his future self fall for Rose? She was a nice girl and all, but at this stage she was equated to a best friend; he could never love her any other way.

True to his father's word, due to the ever-helpful advantage of Time Lord healing rates it took less than a week for Rory to be back on his feet (if but a little painfully). Soon he was healthy enough to go back home, and the Doctor was only too happy to take him, having developed a fatherly bond with his son.

"I'll take you there but your father will have to bring us back, and wipe our memories," the Ninth Doctor was saying as he, Rose and Rory passed into the future TARDIS, now moved a few miles down the road with the Ninth Doctor's, out of Jackie's sight to avoid complications.

"Okay, I think I know where he'll be," Rory said with a nod, walking with a slight limp to fall into the Captain's chair as the Ninth Doctor began to programme the TARDIS. "If he's not then I'm totally stuffed."

There was a slight jolt but nothing major as the TARDIS dematerialised, the old girl no doubt taking care of Rory in his wounded state. They landed.

"Back in a sec," Rory said, limping to the door and stepping out into the big wide world. He looked up, and let go a gasp of surprise.

This wasn't Yechia, oh no. This definitelywasn't the 43rd century. Because right here, right now, he could see yet another TARDIS standing motionless in the Powell Estate.

"Aww dad you idiot…" Rory moaned, turning back around to go into the TARDIS, but almost found himself run over by the Ninth Doctor and Rose bustling out.

"Not Yechia?" Rose asked mildly, looking around at their surroundings.

"A very London-y Yechia," Rory supplied, looking up at his father, who was frowning.

He went to protest, but stopped himself just in time. "…Back in the TARDIS then," he said in his Northern accent. The other two nodded as he turned to re-enter the TARDIS, almost walking into him as he stopped, pulling at the door handle.

"She's not letting us in…" he said, giving a few hearty tugs on the worn blue doors. "She's locked us out."

Rory moved forward to rest his hand on the door, closing his eyes. "She says…she says we've got some business to take care of here first."

"You can speak to the TARDIS?" the Doctor questioned, staring into Rory's eyes as the boy took his hand off of the TARDIS and turned back to his parents. "Did I teach you?"

Rory shook his head. "No, I've just…always had it. She always used to speak to me when I was a kid."

"Your eyes are brown now too," Rose pointed out, and Rory nodded.

"Only gold when I'm inside the TARDIS. Dad doesn't have the foggiest, he thought it was 'cause I was born in there but Lottie has it, and she was born in a hospital."

Rose was about to ask him another question, but the Rory spoke before she could open her mouth. "And who's gonna argue with her? Allons-y, as the saying goes," he said, and moved straight into the second TARDIS. The Ninth Doctor blinked, not used to being ordered about as Rose giggled at his expense.

Rory was in the second TARDIS. Somehow he'd expected it to be different, but here it was, the same old TARDIS. This only difference was the girl sat on the Captain's chair, his mum, holding a baby and…himself.

She looked up, cheeks tear tracked with her eyes puffy and swollen.

And stared.

"R-Rory…?" she stuttered, unable to believe her own presumption.

"Mum," Rory said simply, staring into her eyes. Without even knowing it he was limping forward to her, ready to be suctioned into a hug. "Are you okay?"

"Why are you limpin'?" she demanded to know as she grabbed him with the arm not holding her daughter in place, hugging him tight.

Before Rory even had a chance to reply the TARDIS door burst open once more, and the Ninth Doctor stepped casually through the doorway. Rose almost felt like fainting, but instead let go of the teenage Rory and sat up, staring at him as though he were a ghost.

"It's you…" she whispered in disbelief, "it's old you…"

"Mum, where's dad?" Rory was asking, managing to tear Rose's gaze from the Ninth Doctor and her past self. She began to well up once more.

"He…he got taken…" she sobbed, drawing in the younger Rory once more. The teenage Rory looked up at the Ninth Doctor, pausing for a moment before a huge grin spread on his face very much like his true father's.

"Dad, I think we just found that business to take care of."

A/N: Lottie! I never said Lottie or Charlotte, did I:D