After sorting out sleeping arrangements and getting the children settled down, Rose returned to the control room and frowned.
"Doctor?"
Sitting up a little too quickly, the Doctor banged his head on the panel he was under, and cursed. Growling at the infernal gadget, brown eyes swivelled around to the Blonde and snarled. "What?"
Crossing her arms, Rose raised an eyebrow at the man. "Well for starters, you can get rid of the attitude."
Bowing his head in remorse, the Doctor sighed. "You're right. I'm sorry."
Knowing that something was wrong with her friend, Rose slowly made her way across the room and sat down; feet dangling into the gap the Doctor was standing in. "Do you wanna talk about it?"
Fiddling around with the reactor that he had being trying to fix before the Brit came in, brown eyes kept to the floor and shuffled awkwardly. "There's nothing to really talk about."
"Yes, there is." Lifting the man's oddly shaped head, so that they were face to face, Rose smiled softly. "Ever since those kids crash landed in on us, you've been going from one end of the emotional spectrum to the other; well more so than usual, and it's just not like you. Since when have you not had soft spot for kids?"
Ripping his head out of her grasp, the Doctor pulled himself out of the hole, and shuffled over to the monitor. "It's not that-"
"Then what is it?"
Lifting herself up, Rose went to give the Doctor a hug, but was shaken off. Frustrated, the Blonde threw her hands up in the air and turned sneered. "Fine! Don't bloody talk to me. Here I am, busting my arse to understand just what is that's making you so upset, and you just toss me aside-"
"They shouldn't exist!"
Silence rang through the room as the two tried to come to grips with what the Doctor had just blurted out.
"But why-"
"Shouldn't they?" Shaking his head at the question, the Doctor turned back to the panels, and started pressing random buttons. "When we were in the kitchen, the youngest one let off a pheromone that I haven't encountered in a very long time. It was only when she did that, that I noticed the other two reeked of the stuff themselves."
Lowering herself into the nearest seat, Rose stared up at the Doctor, baffled. "But why would that mean anything? Maybe whatever they are, just, went into hiding or something. "
"Impossible."
"Why?"
Halting, the Doctor turned around and faced his companion head on. "Because I killed them."
The world in Rose's mind, tilted on its axis. Her Doctor, her wonderful Doctor, killed an entire race, and now he was faced with three survivors. Only one thought came to her mind...
"You can't kill them. I won't let you!"
"Rose-"
"No!" Standing up, Rose drew herself to her full height, and glared at the man that she had come to trust more than anyone else in her life. "You listen to me, you know-it-all Time Lord. I will not stand by and let you kill three innocent children-"
"Rose."
" –because you had some vendetta against their race. That is not the way things work-"
"Rose!"
"-around here. Not while I'm on board-"
"ROSE!"
"WHAT?"
"I don't plan on killing them."
Gapping like a fish, Rose sat back down, a bright red stain covering her face. "Oh. So- um- what do you plan on doing with them?"
Smiling warmly at the girl he was coming to love like a sister, the Doctor turned back to the panel and pressed the final button to get them moving. "I plan on returning them to their parents."
Dawn broke over the sleepy London that the Doctor had landed them in, and with it, so too did the Time Lord. Yawning in a rather loud fashion, the man rose his arms up in a stretch and went to roll over, but was stopped. Frowning, brown orbs slowly opened and looked down, hoping that the lump was just his sheets mashed up like usual.
"AHHH!"
Shuffling backwards across the mattress and falling right off the other side, the Doctor missed Rose racing into his room, or the two eldest children following.
"Doctor what-"
"What is that thing doing in my bed?"
Peeking over the side in a manner that was normally considered cute, Mary tilted her head. "Why are you on the floor? It doesn't look very comfy."
Glaring up at the green eyed girl, the Doctor waited until Anna had retrieved her sister, before standing.
"She just had a nightmare, that's all," Anna explained, patting the other's hair as she did so. "Dad and Papa would let her sleep in with them when she has one, and being away from them, it isn't exactly surprising that she had one."
"Yes, well," the Doctor sputtered, looking quite ruffled. "Just make sure that it doesn't happen again, right?"
Rolling her eyes at the man, Anna strode out of the room holding her little sister close to her chest.
"I guess Papa was right," James hissed just loud enough for them to here.
Folding her arms across her chest, Rose lent against the door. "Was that really necessary?"
"What?" the Doctor huffed, pulling his fluffy red bathrobe around his shoulders. "Yes. Of course it was necessary. That-that, Thing! Snuck into my bed!"
"Because She was scared and needed reassurance," Rose pleaded, confused as to how the Doctor could not sympathise. "She was pulled away from her parents and home, and if it wasn't for the fact that her brother and sister was here with her, then she would be all alone."
Sliding on his slippers, the Doctor puffed loudly. "They shouldn't even be alive!"
"That is no reason to be so harsh!" Breathing deeply, Rose flicked some hair out of her face. "They are scared stiffless and you are not helping. Just- give them a break yeah?"
Ignoring the Blonde, the Doctor waited for her to leave the room, before he sat back down on the bed. They just should not exist. He couldn't even wrap his head around it. It wasn't like he wanted them all to die, but it was the only way to stop-
-no, best not think about that.
Pulling on his bathrobe tie, the Doctor stood back up and made his way out of the room. If the answers wouldn't come to him, then he would go to the answers, and he just happened to have three children just bursting with them.