Again, sorry for the wait guys. School is out and I have little else besides kids and house to keep my busy…so I get to write more…yeah! Leave a review and let me know how you like the progression of the story…give me some feedback on how you would like things to progress. Would you like to see more from Rose's point of view?

He had very little time to think of getting back to Rose right now. He had just managed to get the TARDIS back and was steering her to recharge in Cardiff while Martha spent some time in the confines of her room.

Twelve hours later and both the TARDIS and Martha seemed to be in better spirits. He was just lying in the new coordinates when the ship gave a great shudder and they were once again taken off course. Could nothing in his life go smoothly?

When they landed he sprinted out of the ship followed closely by Martha. That is when he saw Jack. The next few hours of his life he spent trying to reconcile what he had done to his one time companion while trying to save humanity once again.

Little did he know that the man he was helping was in fact a TimeLord.

Only once did he get the chance to open the journal he so loved to read, finding a moment of time away from everything and everyone he pulled it out and read over his favorite bits. He pulled himself away just in time to read the latest of the updates from his other self.

The Doctor now began to look forward to the weekly letters he was sending himself. They told him so much more than what he could get from Rose. He always told him how the babies were progressing, how their growth seemed to go along the same lines as those of TimeLord children.

How he could feel the unconscious link between them and himself. How large Rose's stomach was growing, and how he had stuck his mouth in his foot more than once in the past month or so. How the Jackie slap was an inherited talent and that he was not looking for a repeat performance.

Then one day he got a letter that stopped him in his tracks…

You need to hide this book, and whatever you do, don't take it out. You will be tempted, but you mustn't. I can't tell you any more, but know that everything will work out. Keep it in your suit, deeply hidden.

He began to wonder what this could possibly mean when the words disappeared. Quickly he did as was advised, and not a moment too soon. Just after placing the journal in the far reaches of a hidden pocket events began to happen in rapid succession.

He learned in a horribly hard way that the elderly gentleman he had been so willingly helping was in fact, The Master. A TimeLord known to be insane and malicious. He didn't get back in time to save his ship and was forlorn to learn he was once more without her.

Jack managed to save the day in a way, transporting them back to the one other place besides the end of the universe he knew the Master would be…and so a new adventure began for him. One that he would not be able to exit unscathed.

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Once again Rose looked at the man sleeping beside her. Instead of needing more and more sleep as the pregnancy progressed, she needed less and less. At first she thought it must be the nature of the pregnancy. After all, she had slept little since traveling with the Doctor.

But now she was certain there was something else happening, she was changing, and she was certain he knew this. Why did he keep it from her then? Was he worried she might not make it through whatever transformation her body was going through.

Maybe he didn't know enough to divulge information to her. He always was one to double check everything before even saying a word to her. But he seemed happy these past few months. The wedding, the children, they all brought a new life to his eyes she had never seen before.

She continued to write in her journal, documenting her experiences as the children inside her grew. How she loathed the size of her stomach and how he teased her once for her waddle, earning him a slap that rivaled her mothers.

She smiled at that memory, and then smiled wider as she inspected the man beside her again. Subtle changes were making their way out as time progressed. His middle began to fill out a bit, no longer losing the weight as fast as he once did.

He wasn't fat, but thicker. He began to exercise more as soon as he found this out and his body was steadily becoming tone instead of wiry. He still looked like her doctor, the same dark brown eyes and unruly hair.

He still bounced on the balls of his feet in impatience as he waited for something exciting to happen. His mind still ran a mile a minute as he messed his hair in concentration. His face was more filled, but still defined as it used to be. And his smile…the smile was still the same.

He was still her Doctor.

His hair, that was the big change. Even though she had been seeing the changes over time, it still took her by surprise one day when she looked up at him. She smiled again and pulled out her journal…

Dear Doctor,

I don't think I've ever seen you more happy. You've turned ginger! Your hair began changing about three months ago. I noticed the difference when you stood in the sun, your hair seeming to almost catch fire as the rays hit it.

You said it must have something to do with the metacrisis, somehow a delayed reaction to your body. I think it has something to do with Donna again. How could it not, she was ginger too. It just makes sense.

You've always wanted to be ginger, and now you are. You stop in front of every mirror you pass and look at yourself, that huge smile crossing your face every time. It makes me laugh every time.