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Chapter Seven: The first day of the rest of my life.

"Reinette?" the Doctor asked timidly. The silhouette stepped out of the shadow, and into the moonlight, he was right. It was Reinette, in what must have been her night clothes. What was she doing here? Had she stood us up? Had she double crossed us? I could feel anger and jealously bubling through me again, it took a lot of personal restraint to stop me lashing out and punching her.

"What are you doing here?" I heard the Doctor ask.

"I couldn't let you leave, without saying goodbye," she replied, without meeting his eyes. She shifted her feet, looking down at the floor. Then I realised, her body language was screaming it at me, she was lying.

"You've stood us up, haven't you? I asked her, "You've told the King, haven't you?"

"I... I..." she stammered, looking around widely clearly looking for an excuse, as if one would leap out and hit her on the head.

"Rose what-" started the Doctor, but he was cut off by the arrival of the guards, they'd obviously woken up. Well it had taken us the best part of an hour to find the TARDIS, which we now backed against.

"Here they are," spoke an all too familiar voice, King Louis had entered the hall. Just what we needed.

"Ooh, you again!" exclaimed the Doctor, in a voice all too forced with fake happiness. "What's going to happen to us now then?" he asked, before saying in a little voice out of the corner of his mouth, "Rose open the TARDIS,"

Fumbling my pocket, I found my battery-less phone, a half empty tube of the mascara, before finally coming across my TARDIS key. Turning around I managed to put my key in the lock, turn it, the wrong way at first, and push open the door, all while the Doctor was exchanging pleasantries with the guards. I was sure he could talk for, well which ever planet he was from, unless the rest of the Time lords could talk a lot that was. I didn't know, he never talked about it, and I could never bare to mention it, he always got up tight and broody. I could have sworn that I'd seen a tear glisten in his eye the last time I touched upon the subject, but by the time I'd blinked it had gone and I thought I'd just imagined it.

"So, what are you going to do? Something worse than death? Well what's worse than death? Losing all your family, losing your entire planet? Well you can't do that to me it's already happened! They all burned, all of them, every last one. I saw it all. And I... I... I caused it," the Doctor said remorsefully, seeing a tear shimmer in his eye, I reached down and squeezed his hand. At the moment our eyes met I could see all the pain, all the suffering, everything he'd been through. And I felt awful, because I couldn't share it, because he wouldn't let me, because he'd built a wall around himself so that he won't get hurt again, but by doing that he'd made it even harder for himself to heal. I tried not to cry, it wouldn't to any good, it wouldn't help him.

"Let's go," I said to him, he nodded, we both turned around pushed open the TARDIS doors and walked into the console room. Mickey followed and closed the door behind himself. I offered a weak smile at the Doctor and he attempted to smile back, but it didn't extend to his eyes. He walked over to the console and typed in the co-ordinates, I had the feeling that we would just be floating in the time vortex for a while. I watched as the central column moved making its unmistakable sound, for a change we didn't get thrown around inside the TARDIS and it instead stopped whirring and came to a stand still. The Doctor didn't attempt to go and open the door, so I realised that I was right, we were just sitting in the time vortex.

o...O...o

After what seemed like ages the Doctor spoke. Mickey had made up some excuse and left, leaving me alone with the Doctor.

"R...Rose, can you go check on Mickey, I'd... erm like to be alone,"

"Ok," I said, walking away, feeling a great emptiness fill me. I wasn't going to go and find Mickey, I fancied organising the kitchen, throwing away out of date food really appealed to me. Then I felt like going to clean my bathroom, or putting all the library books in alphabetical order, or height order for that matter.

Upon reaching the kitchen I decided to start with the fridge, then I'd do the cupboards.

o...O...o

I only managed to find three out of date items in the entire TARDIS kitchen, a pot of mouldy curry powder dated September three years ago, a bottle of a blue liquid that smelt like gone off milk and a slab of cheese that was completely green. I threw these into the dustbins and just hoped that they'd be emptied sometime soon, this century preferably.

Next I wandered into my bedroom, taking a long route past the console room, the Doctor wasn't in there. Shrugging off an over whelming sense of doubt I continued into my bedroom. But stopped dead under the doorway. On my bed was a little cardbox box, on the side facing me in large blue letters spelt the words "home pregnancy test, six pack" I couldn't be, could I?

Fumbling a little I managed to open the box, and out fell six of what I presumed to be pregnancy tests, and a leaflet which I hoped where the instructions, unfolding it I started to read. Eventually after calming down I followed them, according to the instructions if a blue line appeared then I was pregnant. I didn't know what I wanted, would a baby make my life better or worse?

After several tense nail biting minutes, a little blue line appeared. I was pregnant. Not being able to believe it, I did another test, and another until I had done them all. Each one of them told me the same thing. I was pregnant. I was going to be a mother.

o...O...o

I paced my room, wondering what to do. I had to tell him. I had to. Resigning myself to my fate, I put five of the tests into my pockets and the last one I held in my hand, as it wouldn't fit in my pocket. Walking through the empty TARDIS corridors, taking a route designed to avoid Mickey, I eventually reached what I hoped was the Doctor's bedroom. I'd only been here once before, thinking back to that night, I felt myself smile. Raising a hand, I knocked on the door, before even waiting for an answer I entered. What was I going to say? But more importantly what would he say?

The Doctor was sat on his bed with his legs crossed, just sat there staring but not seeing as he didn't notice me entering. I walked across the room, climbed up onto his bed and sat next to him.

"Doctor," I started, gulped and continued, "I've erm, got something to tell you," he looked up, as if mildly interested.

"Yes Rose," he said tersely as if wishing I wasn't there.

"Iampregnant," the words rushed out before I could get mouth around them. "I'm pregnant," I said, slower this time. He blinked. That was all just blinked. Then after what seemed like hours, he opened his mouth.

"I, erm, guess that you and Mickey want to be taken home, to... erm... raise this child," he gulped "together," hell, he thought it was Mickey's, how stupid could he get?

"No Doctor, I want to raise him or her with it's father," then taking his hands in mine and looking deep into his dark brown eyes, I continued "you," the shock was immediate, his jaw dropped and his eyes widened.

"Oh Rose, this... this... this is great," he said, his face lightening up, splitting into one of his grins.

"You sure?" I asked uncertainly, not sure whether I wanted to hear his answer or not.

"Never been surer!" he answered, pulling me into a bone breaking hug.

"Now I'm carrying your child, I um, feel that I at least deserve to know, what happened to your planet to make you hate yourself so much?" I asked as we broke apart, now wishing that I'd never opened my mouth. It was as though a dark cloud had come over him, his face that had once harboured a grin now looked as though it would never smile again, his eyes that had seconds before been glistening with happiness had darkened and had become sullen, as though he'd just lost someone, which in essence he had.

"I can't, if... if... if I do you'll hate me forever,"

"Doctor, I'll never hate you, I promise," I said earnestly, looking right into his eyes, I promised something that I knew deep down I couldn't promise, but I had too. I couldn't bear to see him like this. He took a deep breath before starting.

"Rose, I... I don't know how to say this. I can't tell you everything, I don't know everything," he paused, as if wondering how to say it all, "I dunno how it started, but in the lead up to the war President Romana attempted to make a Dalek-Time Lord peace treaty which didn't work. There was also the Etra Prime Incident which I think started the war. But how it started, it doesn't matter, it started and that's all that matters now.

"I was summoned by President Romana, back to Gallifrey, my home planet, when the war was already in full swing. The Daleks sent a massive fleet into the time vortex, that was the last straw for the Time Lords, they realised that the only way to stop time being completely rewritten was to... to destroy the Daleks. I... I was chosen to... to... to do it. I realised too late that it would most probably destroy Gallifrey, I... I... I told President Romana, but she... she insisted. I... I... I killed them Rose. I made it all happen. I watched them burn. My family, my planet all gone. I was supposed to die too, but... but the TARDIS, this TARDIS she saved me. I had to regenerate into my ninth form. I'm the last one, the last Time Lord, all alone.

"Please don't hate me Rose," he finished with a plea. Tears now in his eyes, they started to fall, running slowly down his face dripping onto his shirt as he started to shake. He managed to hold them back at first but before long he was shaking uncontrollably. I just didn't know what to do, the man who I loved more than life itself had broken down, and it was all my fault. I shifted closer to him, still sat on his bed, and put my arm around him, pulling him closer to me.

"I could never hate you. I love you," I told him simply, not realising the power of the last three words I'd just said, but I didn't care because they were the three truest that I'd ever spoken.

He started to cling to me, as if letting go would mean that he'd loose everything, then I realised that I was all he did have left to hold onto, he'd lost everything, his home, his family, his people and his planet. All at the same time. I felt my heart bleed for him, it hurt more to see him like this than to see him with Reinette, at least he was happy with her even if I wasn't. After a while he seemed to regain himself, and stop crying, sensing this I dug in my pockets and managed to find (between the pregnancy tests) a cleanish tissue which I passed to him. He accepted it gratefully and dabbed at his now blood shot red eyes.

"I'm sorry," was the first thing he managed to say through suppressed sobs.

"No, I'm the one who should be sorry, but I had to know. It was killing you on the inside. And, I," I gulped, "I love you."

"Oh Rose, I love you too," was all he said, before he kissed me. And at that moment I forgot everything else, I forgot that Mickey was somewhere on board, I forgot that my mum would most likely slap the man I was currently kissing when she found out that I was pregnant, I forgot that in less than nine months the man I was kissing wouldn't be the last Time Lord, I forgot that just this morning I'd been jealous of Reinette. I'd forgotten the world.