Disclaimer: Characters contained within do not belong to me.

Author's Notes: I started this chapter last year, in the middle of Series Five. I wanted to finish it then, but it just never happened. So now here we are, at the start of Series Six, and I found myself revisiting this story. Maybe no one cares after all this time, but that's okay. I'd like to try and finish it anyway:) If you've been waiting for the next chapter, thank you so much for all of your patience. And if you're reading this for the first time, thank you for giving it a shot. Hopefully, it won't be a year until the next update;)

All These Things That I've Done

by Kristen Elizabeth

"Wait...don't tell me." Before John could stop her, Martha started down the stairs towards Amy. "Something happened to turn Donna back into a teenager, only now she doesn't know who you are?" She reached for Amy's hand and patted it sympathetically. "I know this is all a bit overwhelming, Donna, but the Doctor will find a way to fix everything. He always does."

Amy stared at John. "Your friend's mad. I hope you know that."

John dragged his hand through his hair and then down the length of his jaw. "Martha, that's not Donna. That's Amy."

Martha frowned. "Amy?"

"Yes, that's my name." It was Amy's turn to pat Martha's hand. "And his name is John."

"John?" Martha shook her head slightly. "Doctor, what's going on here? Why are you going by John? Where's Donna?" She looked him up and down. "And when did you start wearing jeans?"

"This all very...complicated," John began, "and very hard to explain."

"I can keep up," Amy said dryly.

"You know I can," Martha chimed.

"Why does she think you're the Doctor?" Amy demanded.

"And why does she think you're not?" Martha countered.

John held up his hands in surrender. "If it makes you feel better, you're both right." He hesitated. "And wrong."

"Oh, yeah," Amy snorted. "Loads better."

"I'm not wrong," Martha argued. "How do you think I found you? UNIT monitors all CCT cameras around the world, searching for any sign of the TARDIS."

"You're still with UNIT?" John sighed, disappointed.

"What's UNIT?"

Ignoring Amy, Martha glared at him. "No, I'm not. But Mickey and I have access to their computer systems and when we saw that you'd landed in London, I teleported here straight away."

John's eyebrows lifted. "You're with Mickey? Mickey's the 'Smith' in Smith-Jones?"

Amy raised her hand. "Who's Mickey?"

"Why does that surprise you?" Martha folded her arms. "You've seen us together. You saved us from a Sontaran." She thought about this. "Or...you will. Someday." She hesitated for a second before walking back to him. "You are the Doctor. Aren't you?"

John looked her in the eye. "Yes and no."

"It can't be both," Martha insisted.

"Really?" he asked, leveling her with his deep brown stare. "Can't it, Martha Smith-Jones? The woman who walked the Earth for a year that never was? The woman who watched over a Time Lord when he was human? The woman the Sontarans cloned?"

"Cloned..." Her dark eyes widened. "Oh my god! Of course! You're the other one! The Doctor in the blue suit!"

He tried to smile. "I go by 'John' now."

"I never even wondered...I mean, what happened to you...after?" Martha's forehead wrinkled. "And where's the Doctor? You know...the...um..."

"The real Doctor?"

She blushed, guilty. "Sorry. I didn't know exactly how to put that."

"Neither do I," John admitted. "But to answer your question, I believe he's in a paralell universe." He paused. "With..."

Martha didn't even hesitate. "Rose. Of course." She smiled sadly. "That sounds like him, all right."

"How he got there will take a bit longer to explain. Right now, we have got to find Donna!" John turned back to the controls. "Might as well start with Chelsea and work our way..."

"STOP!"

Both John and Martha stared. Amy might have been slender and ginger, but she had a hell of a pair of lungs.

"I have no idea who either of you are, but one of you had better start explaining things to me right now!" Her eyes narrowed into dangerously thin slits. "You aren't a clone of the Doctor," she told John. "You don't look a thing like him."

John glanced at Martha. "Not anymore, no." His former companion frowned. "Martha, when was the last time you saw him? The real Doctor."

"About a year ago. Mickey and I spent our honeymoon fighting off a troop of Sontarans." She lowered her eyes, remembering. "You...I mean, he was on a balcony looking down at us...like it was the last time he'd ever see us. And I thought..." When she looked back up at him, they were wet with unshed tears. "I just felt...like it was the last time I would ever see him, too."

"It was," he murmured. "I think that he was dying." Martha's lashes lowered again and her tears spilled over. "And I think he was saying goodbye."

John turned to Amy a second later. "The first time you saw the Doctor all those years ago...what did he say to you?"

"He said a lot of things!" Amy shook her head. "Crazy things! He ate fish fingers with custard, for god's sake!"

"Try to remember," John urged her. "You said he climbed out of the TARDIS...and then what did he say?"

Amy sighed. "The pool...it was in the library. He wanted an apple. And..." Her forehead crinkled. "He said he was still cooking."

"Still cooking." John glanced back at Martha. "The last time you saw the Doctor, he still looked like me, but that body was dying. And the first time Amy saw the Doctor...he had just regenerated. Changed his entire body, got a brand new face, just to stay alive. See?" He grinned. "I told you that you were both right."

Amy blinked. "Does that make any sense to you?" she asked Martha.

"As much as anything the Doctor said ever did," she admitted. "So...Donna, then?"

"Donna," John nodded.

As the human clone of the former Doctor started up the TARDIS, Amy put a hand to her aching forehead. "Should I even ask who Donna is? Would you even tell me if I did ask?"

"Donna Noble," Martha informed her. "Former companion of the Doctor. My Doctor," she clarified. "The only person in the world who might be able to figure all of this out."

"She'll be able to bring back my Doctor? The real Doctor?" Amy sniffed and crossed her arms. "About bloody time someone did."

What makes the universe so hard to comprehend is that there's nothing to compare it with. - Unknown

Rose woke up the next morning to the scent of bacon. Her stomach rumbled and smile spread across her face. Never one for a lie-in, John must have woken early and started breakfast. If he was frying bacon, he'd also scramble a couple of eggs and throw on some shredded cheese. There would be tea and toast with marmalade...her absolute favorite.

She smiled and stretched her arm towards the other side of the bed, as if reaching for her lover. He wasn't there, of course, but that wasn't what caused her to frown. It was the lack of warmth and the pristine conditon of the sheets that made her heart sink.

John wasn't downstairs. He hadn't slept beside her during the night. He wasn't even in the same universe.

But there was still bacon frying. She wasn't alone.

It took more effort than usual to get out of bed. Her belly felt like it had expanded a few inches in the past eight hours, a fact which made her grumble as she pulled on her robe and stepped into her slippers. Just how much bigger was she going to get, anyway? Any more and she was bound to pop!

The stairs were tricky. Rose took them one at time, grasping both the railing and the wall for support. By the time she reached the bottom, she was out of breath and there was a twinge of pain in her lower back that she couldn't seem to rub away.

She waddled into the kitchen only to find the tall, gangly man who called himself the Doctor standing at her stove. He had shed his tweed jacket and tied an apron around his waist. And he was humming as he cooked.

"Good morning, Rose," he greeted her without even turning around. "Do you still eat bacon? I can't stand the stuff, but you're all out of ham." He finally looked back at her and the sight of him in an apron that said 'Domestic Goddess' brought a reluctant smile to her lips. "I like ham. With mayonaise."

It was like the previous night with all of its painful confessions had never happened. Rose moved forward, ignoring her aching back. "Bacon is ham," she reminded him.

He made a face that was eerily similar to the one his predecessor had made upon tasting human blood on board the Sycorax ship. "Bacon wishes it could be ham again," he declared. "Did you sleep well?"

She chose not to answer this as she awkwardly lowered herself into a chair at the kitchen table. "Did you?"

"Couldn't sleep. Too quiet here." The Doctor started opening cabinets until he found a stack of plates. "Too much on my mind."

"There's always too much on your mind."

"Fair enough." His grin faded. "You were crying. In your sleep. I could hear you."

With both hands on her rounded belly, Rose blew out a slow breath. "Lots on my mind, too, I suppose."

A minute later, the Doctor set a steaming plate of fried eggs and bacon in front of her. "Eat up. We've got a busy day ahead of us."

Taking the fork he offered her, Rose arched an eyebrow. "We have?"

"It's going take every bit of my rather impressive brain to figure out a way to set the universe straight again."

Rose paused with a forkful of eggs halfway to her mouth. "Can it be done? Really?" She lowered her fork. "Can you bring him back?"

The new Doctor had the face of boy and the eyes of an old man. She had to look away from them; they were too much to bear. To distract herself, Rose tried to start eating again, but as soon as she lifted the fork, the pain in her back doubled.

"Rose?" The Doctor frowned when her body suddenly jerked. "What is it?"

"Nothing." As she breathed deeply, the pain faded back into a dull ache. She tried to smile. "Being pregnant is so much fun."

He watched her as she ate her breakfast, bite by bite, until her stomach wouldn't hold anything else. When she was done, the Doctor whisked the plate away to the sink. As soon as his back was turned, Rose let her chin drop down to her chest.

The pain was back, even worse this time.

"You asked me if I could bring him back," the Doctor said a moment later as he ran the dish under the water. "Silly question. I can do anything I put my mind to."

"Of course," she hissed between her teeth as she fought to keep from crying out. The cramp in her back had spread around to her abdomen.

"But I think I had better hurry up and do something brilliant to get him back here as soon as possible," he continued. "Because, Rose Tyler..." The Doctor turned around with the strangest look on his face. "You are going into labor."

To Be Continued