Chapter rating:T. Everyone should really stop swearing so much.

A/N:Okay I have to admit, if you know it, this part of the fic might remind you a lot of "Time's Child" by Almadynis on TTH, it's because it was one of the inspirations that made me think up my plot. It's not plagiarism… I think?...

Oh and I tend to use "Time Lord" and "Gallifreyan" alternatively and not. I mean, Time Lords are Gellifreyan but Gallifreyan are not all Time Lords or so I understood, so when I talk about the baby he'll be Gallifreyan, but the Doctor is a Gallifreyan AND a Time Lord…

The Doctor's Child

08. I Had Forgotten That Feeling

The Doctor sat there, on the swing, swaying distractedly as all his focus, all he was, was turned to the small bundled newborn in his arms.

"The rest of the deeper scans still haven't rung back yet, but he IS Gallifreyan… how can a Gallifreyan baby be born on Earth of all places? How am I supposed to care for a Gallifreyan baby? I've already taken care of Gallifreyan babies and they can be a pain, but there was no problem because I had to Nursery, I could just go there and order whatever I might need, right there in the Citadel!" The Time Lord said in a whisper. "But the Nursery is on Gallifrey and Gallifrey is a Time Locked planet! I can't just waltz in to get what I want and where else am I supposed to get everything? I can list at least a dozen of items that I'd need that can't normally be found anywhere other than on Gallifrey…"

"Doctor…" Jack tried to cut him, as soothingly as possible, seeing the Time Lord work himself into a full blown panic attack.

"And I can't take an infant on too many trips on the T.A.R.D.I.S.! She might be the best, but newborns are not made to withstand that type of trips, even Gallifreyan ones! And time travel is only ever allowed for children over the age of 8, for good reasons! Where would I stay? Do you think I could ask Rory and Amy to live with them until the baby is older? I might need money… I never use money! I know I can just confuse a few ATMs but that would be cheating isn't it?" The Doctor continued, looking up at the Captain as he stood and walked away from the swing.

Jack could see that the other man was just this shy from working himself into a frenzy and did the first thing he could think of. The Immortal took the Doctor's face into his hands, mindful of his little burden, and crushed their lips together to stop them from moving so much and maybe even, slow down the Doctor's thoughts for a second or two. When he finally released the Doctor, the man looked marginally better, even if there was still a slightly wild glint in his eyes that Jack had learnt to associate with trouble.

The Immortal started opening his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a loud beeping noise, coming from the control panels. And suddenly, the Doctor was back to his infuriatingly hyper self, only slightly tempered by the fact that he was holding a little baby in his arms, and he sprung to the stairs and ran back up to the consoles. Jack was on his toes, just as curious of what the results would show, as was the Time Lord.

He immediately realized that the results were again another big shock to the Gallifreyan because the man was standing there, paler than ever, alternatively looking at his screen and the baby that showed no signs of being bothered by all the excitation.

Wanting to know what it was that made the Doctor react so dramatically especially after the news that the baby was Gallifreyan, Jack took a look at the results and felt his eyes widen to impossible dimensions.

"What?" He muttered, re-reading them again and again from behind the Doctor's shoulder. "B-but that's not supposed to be possible!"

"Oh, you Big, Sexy Thing, you!" The Doctor murmured in a sigh, one of his hand coming up to caress the panels in front of his with an invisible shiver. "What did you do?"

"Doctor! How can these results be valid!" Jack demanded, putting his hand on the other male's shoulder. "Your DNA and mass amounts of Huonic energy in his blood… That would make the child yours and the T.A.R.D.I.S.' for all biological intents!"

The Doctor shook his head and launched into the tale of the House planet and his T.A.R.D.I.S.' consciousness trapped into a body of flesh and blood, and her regrets and her final words. But even himself, couldn't believe what his ship had done. She'd actually created a life… and he was the dad!

"I haven't been a dad for so long now, Jack, I don't know if I will know what do to about it!" The Doctor continued, turning toward the other man with a bit of panic making its way back on his face. "Oh! But if he's mine, that means he will have to look into the Untempered Schism, it's the only way to understand Time and Space, and he will need to if he's the real child of my Sexy! But the only Untempered Schism is on Gallifrey, I don't want my son to grow up crazy like the Master, but he would need to look into it! I could punch a hole in the fabric of Time and rip apart the Time DeadLock and go to Gallifrey! I could even go to the Nursery then and pick up anything I need from there!"

The slightly deranged giggle he let loose at that moment didn't really reassure Jack on his state of mind.

"Doctor! Doctor calm down!" Jack asked him, soothingly. "Whatever you need to do, we will help you! Rory and Amy will help you, Torchwood will help you, I will help you as best as I can!"

The Time Lord took a big shaky breath before nodding again, his eyes going down to the small babe asleep in his arms. He had to proceed with logic and intent, not simply rush in because of his emotions like some human, this was his son he had to do what was best for him.

"I need a medical opinion on his health, I don't think the T.A.R.D.I.S. missed anything with her scans but I don't want to have doubts. Do you think you could call Martha Jones?" The Doctor asked hesitantly, he'd promised himself when making his goodbye tour for his last regeneration that that part of his life was behind him, but just the fact that he was here in front of Jack Harkness proved the contrary, so why not take it for all it was worth.

"Yes, no problem, I'll need to call her quickly because Mickey and her are leaving for their honeymoon tomorrow…" Jack explained while fishing out his phone. "You concentrate on making a list of the things you will need that can't be proxied with things from Earth, clothes, food, all that I can take care of it, for now…"

The Doctor nodded and started making up his plan. Yes, if he could swing by the Library and the Junk Planet, he would be able to salvage and fiddle with a lot of stuff that would come in handy through the baby's development. There were a few things he'd have to steal, but all in all, he was nearly sure that a lot of the items he liked to think as only available on Gallifrey could be substituted with others from other parts of the Universe.

He was brought out of his musings by a tap on his shoulder and turned around to Jack who was smiling slightly.

"She says she'll be here in about an hour." The Immortal told him.

"All right. Think, what did I miss…" The Time Lord muttered, a frown on his face, he knew he was forgetting something.

A sniffle followed by a loud wail answered his question as a very uncomfortable smell wafted from the tiny infant in his arms as something dampened the sleeve of his tweed jacket.

"Oh… oh no! Jack! I need diapers!" The Doctor exclaimed frantically as he shushed the baby, calming him into whimpers.

Jack couldn't help the laugh that escaped him at he took in the situation. Just at that moment, the T.A.R.D.I.S.' door opened to admit Rory, Amy and Ianto.

"Oy, Doctor! So what's the sitch? What is the matter with the baby, then?" Amy asked loudly, making said baby's whimpers grow into full blown wails again.

The Doctor sighed at this and turned to Jack, looking strangely determined yet a bit hesitant. Jack immediately understood what the Time Lord was trying to say and simply nodded, taking a step toward him with his arms stretched.

The Doctor smiled slightly in relief and put the little baby in the waiting arms.

"The matter is that he needs a medical check up and I need to find supplies to raise a Gallifreyan child of a Time Lord with basic T.A.R.D.I.S. capacities, that's the "sitch" as you said, Pond!" The Doctor finally answered the red-haired girl, turning to her with a triumphant smile, ignoring the two others' shell-shocked expression.

"B-but I thought you said you were the last of your kind!" Amy said, bewildered.

"Well so did I!" The Doctor retorted, before patting lovingly the T.A.R.D.I.S. console in front of him. "But apparently, This One didn't think I should be! So she made me a son and planted him into a human woman… human woman that sent the message we received and that you both met: Mad Belle."

"Oh…" The Scottish girl said weakly. "Okay… so what's the program then?"

It was Jack who answered while walking back to the still open door, humming slightly to try and calm the infant in his arms.

"Now, you and your boys are going to find the supplies the Doctor needs while Ianto and I play babysitter for a few hours…" Jack threw at them over his shoulder as Ianto fell in line slightly behind him, retreating as well.

They reached the other side and the doors of the T.A.R.D.I.S. closed again and it disappeared like it always did, before anyone could get another word hedge-wise.

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