"How does he know it's you?" Rose asked quietly watching her child.
"Time Lords have a strong bond Rose," the Doctor replied. "You should know that."
"I felt it," She said suddenly, looking up at the Doctor. "The regeneration. Did it hurt?"
"Not as much as the thought that I might never see you again," the Doctor put Jack down on the metal grating of the TARDIS and pulled Rose into another hug. "You're sure you're alright?"
"Yes," Rose said firmly, looking the Doctor in the eye. She glanced behind her at Jack and Charlie who were both hovering uncertainly by the TARDIS doors. "Jack's alive."
"Yeah!" The Doctor looked over at the pair too, as though he'd completely forgotten they were there. "How long has it been?"
"Two and a half years," Jack replied grinning.
"Right, yes, two and half years," the Doctor paused frowning slightly before smiling at Jack. "So who's the blond?"
Rose elbowed the Doctor but smiled at Jack.
"Ow! I was only asking!" The Doctor protested.
"I'm Charlie McKay," Charlie said quickly before Rose could say anything else to the Doctor.
"I'm surprised you know," the Doctor continued. "You've been in the TARDIS for at least five minutes now and still asked no questions about it."
"Everyone at Torchwood knows all about you and the TARDIS," Charlie said with a wry smile.
"Torchwood know a little too much in my opinion," the Doctor stepped carefully past Jack and down towards the TARDIS doors.
"I wouldn't go out there," Jack said as the Doctor opened the doors and glanced about.
"I'm not," the Doctor replied, closing the doors again hastily. "No until I've checked myself out and possibly changed."
He wandered towards the TARDIS depths, picking Jack back up as he passed. Rose opened her mouth to say something, but decided against it, instead turning back to Jack and Charlie.
"Jack, you remember where your old room is, don't you?" She asked her old friend. The ex-time agent nodded. "It'll probably have changed a bit to house Charlie as well."
Jack took Charlie's hand and began to lead him into the TARDIS depths, realising that Rose perhaps needed a minute alone.
Once they were out of sight Rose sighed, running a hand through her hair. She subconsciously placed a hand on her stomach remembering all the trouble she'd had before Jack was born.
The whole kidnapping was something she'd like to forget but what with being held captive by the same people again it was likely that this memory would be around for a while.
The Doctor headed straight for his room (which he now shared with Rose, though she still kept her all her clothes in her old room) to check himself out in the mirror. It seemed odd to see a completely new man staring back, holding his child.
"Big hair," he commented running a hand through the messy brown mop that now topped his head. "I really need to change…"
He grimaced at himself. Though he loved the leather jacket and jeans it didn't quite go with his new figure.
"Come on then mister," he said as he took Jack towards the wardrobe.
Jack leant against the doorframe thinking as Charlie looked round the room. It may have been several years since he'd seen the Doctor and Rose, but even he could tell that the regeneration had hit them hard.
Obviously they both new what it involved, but it still couldn't quite prepare them for the real thing. Jack stood there lost in his own thoughts for several minutes before Charlie waved a hand in front of his face.
"Sorry," Jack said looking up.
"You ok?" Charlie asked watching Jack carefully.
"Yeah," Jack replied not quite meeting Charlie's gaze. "I just haven't seen them in so long…"
"Still they seemed pleased to see you," Charlie said, linking his fingers through Jack's.
"They'll probably be more pleased when they haven't got Torchwood to worry about," Jack said gazing across the room, memories from his time in the TARDIS pouring back after months of trying to forget.
Rose took several deep breaths and decided to find the Doctor. She was a little worried in case he thought that she didn't like him anymore. Walking slowly through the TARDIS depths she knew exactly where to find him.
She'd only been in the wardrobe a couple of times and each time she'd only spent a few minutes there because the TARDIS would help her find the right outfit for the occasion.
As she stood in the doorway she could hear the Doctor darting about, Jack squealing in delight. Rose smiled slightly as she wandered through the rails of clothes towards the sound of her child.
She emerged into a centre area where there were several mirrors. The Doctor stood admiring himself Jack held in one arm. He could see Rose reflected in the mirror and turned around.
"What do you think?" He asked gesturing at his new clothes. He'd put on a pinstriped suit and long brown trench coat. Rose smiled slightly.
"Fantastic," she said, wandering forward and wrapping one arm around the Doctor. "I love you."
"I love you too," the Doctor said a little confused. "What bought this on?"
"I was just worried in case you thought I wouldn't love you anymore," Rose said quietly, looking up at him.
"Rose, you're a Time Lady remember?" The Doctor said gently. "You should still be able to sense it's me. I know you'd still love me. A regeneration shouldn't change anything."
"I can," Rose replied. "I just…"
She shrugged unable to say exactly what she was feeling. The Doctor rubbed her arm gently.
"I know," he said looking down at Jack. "Still, he seems to know who I am. They find it very easy to cope with change at that age. It's a Gallifreyan thing."
Jack was looking at Rose, his thumb in his mouth a tired expression on his face. Rose frowned slightly taking him from the Doctor and checking him over.
"What?" Asked the Doctor seeing Rose's concerned look.
"He's got a temperature," she said putting a hand to Jack's forehead.
"What?" The Doctor asked again. "But that's impossible."
"Feel him," Rose said slightly irritated that the Doctor didn't believe her. "He's boiling!"
The Doctor frowned as he felt the temperature of his son. As he did he also noticed the beginnings of a rash on Jack's arms.
"I better take him to the infirmary," the Doctor said, scooping Jack into his arms.
"Why? What's wrong with him?" Rose asked following the pair of them.
"I don't know," the Doctor replied his mind racing. Jack couldn't be ill. Time Lords just didn't get ill; their immune systems were far too advanced.
"But it can't be anything serious can it?" The Doctor could hear the note of worry in Rose's voice.
"Rose," the Doctor turned off into the infirmary and placed Jack down onto one of the beds. The child was barely conscious now and the rash was spreading. "Time Lords don't get ill. If something's wrong then it must be serious."