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Okay… this may not be a new chapter… but I've added a prologue, which I think explains something winks.

Chapter Eight: Nighttime Wanderings

Opening my eyes I looked around, wondering what had woken me. I had that feeling in the pit of my stomach. Something was wrong.

It was still night, that time when everything seems ten times more frightening than in the light. The time when just a cat's purr could scare the living daylights out of me, that time when a little noise could make even the most 'macho' person jump.

If it was night... then why'd I woken up? Something must be wrong. Rolling over onto my back it hit me. Where was the Doctor? My heart started beating faster I could feel fear coursing through my vains. What if something'd happened to him? Or even worse, what if he'd left me? What if he hated me? Questions kept coming to me, each stranger than the last until I heard a stiffled sob that made my blood go cold. He was crying. Wherever he was he was crying. My Doctor was crying. There was nothing else for it. I pulled myself out of bed and headed off in the direction of the noise.

I eventually found him in a kitchen. He was sat on a chair his elbows leant on the table, hands over his tear stained face. I didn't need to see his face to know that. He glanced up at me with his blood shot eyes as I entered. I felt that I had to do something. Say something. Anything.

I offered a weak smile at him, before walking around the table and put my arm around him, he pulled me towards him and started sobbing uncontrollably, now holding onto me so tight. As if I was the last person on the earth. Like I was his everything. Like I was the only person who could understand him. And at this moment in time I couldn't, I couldn't understand him I didn't know what would make him happier. I had no idea what had made him like this. But I cared. I wanted to know what was wrong. Because... because... oh admit it I told myself. I love him.

After some time I managed to rearrange us so that I was sat down next to him, before I dared to ask him anything.

"D... Doctor, what's wrong?" I managed to break the silence with,

"I... I... I can't stop seeing it happen. Seeing my planet break into two. Hearing all their dying voices. I'd never cared for it, I dismissed it as dull, as boring, as old fashioned. I just wanted to get away... but I... I forgot what mattered most. I forgot my people, my planet, my family. I had all the chances in the universe to... to... to get to know them. But... I... I was stupid, I chose not too. I chose to get away," he said bitterly. I didn't know what to say, I daren't say anything, I felt that he had more to say.

"What did they think of me? Did they hate me? What about my... my wife? She'd... she'd tried to love me. Tried so hard to make me stay. But. I always thought I was better off alone. I tried to tell myself I didn't need anyone. I lied to myself, for all those years, all those centuries of lone travel, then companion after companion, not letting any of them see the real me. See the liar, the conner, not the noble man they all think is here, not the all knowing brave man, saviour of planets. But I couldn't save the one that should have mattered most.

"But," he said now staring me right in the eye, "I do Rose. I'm not better off alone," I bit my lip, still not knowing what to say.

"Doctor," I started, "It's alright,"

"No. It's not. I can't spend the rest of my life with you. No matter how much I want to, I... I... I can't, I don't die, I regenerate. I have to move on." How was I supposed to react to that? I looked down at my stomach, where I knew that right this second our child was growing. Inspired by this I reached out and took his hand in mine, placing it on my stomach.

"This is our future. This child, our child, is the future. If you abandon me, you abandon both of us. Can you do it to our child?

"Or do you want me to leave?" I asked anger rising, "because if you do, then I'll go. I don't know where. But I'll go. I'll walk straight out of your life as if I never entered it. I'll leave you alone. But I'll tell you something, I'm never going to be alone again. You've seen to that," I spat at him, getting up and running off to the nearest bathroom.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I looked awful. My fair was sticking up at odd angles my skin was pale and looked drawn and my eyes were blood shot the skin around them slowly turning red - a clear sign that I was crying. I heard foot steps come down the corridor, they stopped directly outside the bathroom that I was in. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the door swing open and the Doctor entered. Looking around, it barely took me three seconds to register just how awful he looked. His skin was almost transparent, his stubble clearly visable now, his hair messed up.

"Rose," he started,

"Doctor, I... I'm... I'm sorry, I... I... I didn't mean it," I tried, but he cut across me, holding a finger to my mouth he then started to speak.

"No Rose. I'm the one who should be sorry. I," he gulped, "love you. That's all there is to it. I'd rather be alone for all eternity, just to spend one day with you. Than have all of time with someone else. And that's the truth," he finished, and looked at me expectedly. How was I supposed to reply to that? So I just collapsed in his warm embrace, feeling both of his hearts beat next to my chest, realising just how much I loved him, how much he meant to me and how from this day on he'd be in my heart, as long as I lived.

I felt all my energy wash away, taken away by everything I'd found out in the last 24 hours, that I was pregnant. And that he loved me.

Sorry for the horrendously long wait… just with being back to school and all I've had no time at all. Anyway… hope you enjoyed! This may be the last for a while… there'll be another chapter to this story which'll be the last. Unless you all want a sequel… any takers? Nope. Arh well. Guess you won't be seeing me for a long time.