A/N: The reviews and favoriting is truly humbling. Thank you.

I can't imagine that I will ever own even a piece of Doctor Who. I just like to play with them. Please remember that time flows differently in Pete's Universe than in this one. Canon implies faster time flow; my story needs it slower. Sorry for any confusion that this may cause.

Here is some background info to chapter 1.

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Rose groaned slightly while shifting her position in the bed. It was serious effort to move at all these days, but once she had managed it, she caressed her swollen abdomen. "C'mon little one, just one more day." She had slept poorly that night. Strange dreams kept plaguing her.

One dream that had been recurring for the last few nights. The TARDIS was in some kind of underground bunker, perhaps an old abandoned tube station? Jack and the Doctor were working on some piece of machinery, banging and yelling at the machinery and each other. There was a pterodactyl flying overhead. Jack? Jack Harkness was dead; he died a hero's death on the Gamestation so long ago. The pterodactyl was just too weird, even for her!

A sharp kick in her abdomen woke her up fully. "Oh, little one, now that hurt." She chuckled slightly at the activity of this baby and wondered where he found the room. She certainly wasn't "bigger on the inside." That thought brought many memories to the surface. Memories of their all too short time together; memories of love and loss.

She was interested at the turn of the Earth, smitten by the end of the world and hopelessly gone by Dickens. She loved his large handsome features, his thick Northern accent and the way he would brood for hours over how to fix a circuit that hadn't worked or been needed for centuries. She cherished the times they spent together, just being. Long meanders through alien meadows, brilliant sunsets and more than one peaceful moonrise were just the preludes or codas to running or hopping for their lives. There was just one thing that was certain, neither was happy without the other.

They first shared a bed after the death of Peter Tyler, the Pete Tyler of her first universe. He held her and he comforted her as she cried herself to sleep. He didn't blame her for what had happened and most of her grief was from what she saw as her betrayal of the Doctor rather than her father's death. He just held her and all seemed right with the universe when she awoke. Every night he would keep her nightmares away, and she his. They made love for the first time the night that Jack joined them on the TARDIS. She closed her eyes and could still feel his large, rough hands bringing her to the heights of pleasure all the while feeling like velvet on her skin and keeping her grounded despite her soaring with the love she had for him.

Then it all changed. The Gamestation. Jack died facing Daleks. Her Doctor died to save her. Only, he didn't die. His familiar features gave way in a rush of flame only to reveal another man; longer, unruly hair, slimmer build and an accent that mirrored her own. She remembered wanting the Northern bloke back and this new man was telling her he was gone and couldn't come back. They plundered along for a short time, slightly awkward with each other, sleeping in separate beds, Rose not fully accepting the changes that had occurred.

One morning she woke up, his arms holding her and then she knew. She knew that she loved him. Brown had replaced the blue. His hands were softer, not as callused and worn. But when she looked into his eyes and held his hand she knew he was the same man that she had fallen in love with and couldn't help but fall deeper in love than she had before.

Together they faced the universe. Together they faced demons and monsters. It was on Praxataurious V that everything had changed again. The day had started out normally, well, normal for them, anyway. They were in the study. He was at the desk reading her some Burns poetry, she was lounging across the chair in the corner waiting for her nail polish to dry. Rose was flipping through an old magazine that she had found that had come from Praxataurious V, trying to read about some planetary celebrity. He looked up from his book and said, "Do you want to meet her?"

"OK! Let's go!."

They found a world in turmoil. When Rose and the Doctor arrived, the planet was in the throes of a huge epidemic. Thousands had died and millions were ill. The Praxataurian Grand Council had no idea what to do and where to turn for help. The Doctor managed to help them find a cure for the disease, a form of bacterial pneumonia that didn't affect Humans or Gallifreyans and get the population feeling better. They tried to pay the Doctor and Rose with money and jewels which were quickly but politely refused. Then the head of the Grand Council offered them one of their highest honours.

She was a priestess for their most revered goddess. Praxalaria was the goddess of health and strength. Marriage in Her name was said to be one of highest ways to honor Her. The Grand Councilwoman offered to marry the alien couple. Although they had no future plans to marry, the Doctor turned to Rose and asked her then and there to marry him. Sensing the honor that was being offered them and knowing the depth of her own love for the Doctor, Rose Tyler readily agreed to become his bonded one, his wife.

That very afternoon, in front of what seemed to be half the planet, they stood before a sacred rock, said some sacred words and became one. They spent some time on their own in the vortex. It was during that time that the Doctor presented Rose with a set of rings that were once his mother's. The Doctor's mother had worn them while she was alive and once she had died, his father gave them to the Doctor. The Doctor felt that his father didn't want to be reminded of the good times they had had and the rings would remind him of that. The rings were now in Pete's home office safe because Rose's hands had swollen enough during the pregnancy to make the tings horribly tight. Rose gave the Doctor a silver ring that had been a gift from her mum that he immediately put on the middle finger of his right hand, traditional for his people.

Jackie was not pleased that they had married without her and on an alien planet to boot! But all was soon forgiven and Jackie told the couple about the ghosts.

Torchwood. She would remember that day forever. That was the day that they were torn apart. He managed to say goodbye. She was three months gone by then and couldn't tell him. Rose couldn't put him through the pain of knowing he wouldn't feel his son kick in her womb, wouldn't see his birth, wouldn't hear him speak his first words or walk his first steps or dance at his wedding.

Rose was ten months gone now and on medical leave from the Department of Alien Artifacts. The problem was that she had no idea how long her pregnancy would last, neither did her Torchwood doctor. Her job was boring, anyway; cataloging artifacts of non-Human origin and deciding their purpose. Weapons, cooking utensils and toys were what she saw all day. She knew that Ianto could handle it until she could return. Of course, if Lisa kept "helping" him in that isolated office, Rose had a huge job ahead of her when she got back. Rose started smiling at the thought of love so young that they thought that nothing could hurt them and felt a pain so sharp that the smile was stripped from her face. This wasn't the baby moving, this was something more.

"MUM!"