"The Doctor looks into his opponent's face. Determination radiates off of them. There is more at stake than meets the eye. The whole world could be in danger if he lets his enemy win. And there it goes! The Doctor grabs his weapon and dives in. Will he be able to beat his, until now, greatest enemy? Will he make the impossible possible and beat his opponent in his own-"

"For God's sake, Jake! It's an eating contest, not a mission!"

"Rose... you are no fun!"

The Torchwood team currently sat in a restaurant, celebrating their newest victory (some perverted aliens broke into every lingerie store, they came across) and like always, the Doctor had to compete with Joey. For people who didn't see the incredible every day, it had to be an absurd sight: two tall and extremely skinny men stuffed more food into themselves that, and you couldn't help but wonder, couldn't possible fit into them.

Even Rose asked Owen three times, if he really didn't miss a second or third stomach in the Doctor's body.

"Wou are wowing down!" the Doctor said, with his mouth full of food.

Joey's eyes twinkled while he stuffed another load of food into his mouth, making the Doctor gasp (and spitting bits of salad and meat all over the table).

Rose cringed. Normally, the Doctor was able to make every little movement look sexy (in her opinion, anyway) but now... well, there was definitely someone not going to get some tonight, not that the Doctor was going to be able to move after this, anyway.

Trying to outmatch Joey, the Doctor grabbed the rest of the food and stuffed it all at once into his mouth. He swallowed a few times and looked startled when the crowd cheered and shrieked. Joey lay on the ground, unable to move his limbs. On his plate, the Doctor noticed one last bit of meat, while his plate was empty.

He had won.

Happy about his glorious victory (and about the fact that Joey had to pay the bill), he jumped into the air before doing his victory dance.

Then suddenly, he gulped, put his hand on his mouth and ran into direction of the bathroom.

Rose shook her head in disbelief. "That had been his eighth eating contest and he still didn't learn..." She looked down at Chuck who 'sat' next to her. "What are we going to do with him?" she asked while petting his leaves. Realizing what she was doing, she stopped herself and looked with wide eyes at her hand. "What the-... I'm becoming like... like him!" Then she looked at Chuck again. "I'm talking to you! I'm going totally nuts, aren't I-... Oh my God, I'm doing it again."

Rose suddenly stood up and ran screaming to the bathroom.

Jake looked after her. "Did she just really...Eh, never mind," he said, while shaking his head and went back to his task: reviving Joey with his old socks.

"AAAAAH!!"

"I can't believe, we missed Joey's revival... Anna said, he chased Jake through the whole restaurant!" Rose said disappointed, while the Doctor, she and their faithful palm tree were walking home (well, Chuck was carried of course...).

"Yeah, but there is always next time. I don't know anyone who loses consciousness as much as Joey... and Jake's socks could wake the dead."

Rose took his hand and played with his fingers. "Wake the dead? Why does that remind me of Cardiff?"

The Doctor grinned at the memory. "Weeeell, it is scientifically possible that Jake's socks are possessed by aliens... But I doubt, it's the Gelth."

"Oh? Why that?"

"Did you forget, they had a gaseous form? Don't think the gases in the socks would do them much good."

"I don't think they would do anyone good... well, save for comatose patients, of course."

They chattered on, while walking home. Unbeknown to them, the next day would change their lives (and one of them in particular) forever.

Torchwood Tower, Laboratories, 13 o'clock, Banana Sandwich Time

The Doctor looked his calculations over again. He wanted to be absolutely sure that nothing went wrong... didn't happen every day, after all, that he got permission to experiment without any boundaries. He wanted to show every one (and especially his future father-in-law) that he was able to use the labs without any resulting explosions.

Rose still laughed at him for the very little one, that occurred at Torchwood Two... the black powder hadn't been correctly labelled and really... three million of damage was no price for the sake of science, was it?

Well, Pete obviously thought otherwise and forbid him from thereon to enter the labs without supervision (didn't keep him from breaking into them with his sonic screwdriver, though).

When he finished his recalculations, the Doctor watered Chuck, who stood on a small stool next to him, and finally bit into his sandwich...he only had seconds to enjoy the sweet flavour. The door slammed open and he choke on his sandwich.

Rose stepped in, cheeks slightly pink from running. "Sex, now!"

"W- What?" the Doctor asked coughing and with tears in his eyes.

"I'm ready!" She showed him his sonic screwdriver. "So, hurry up. We don't have the whole day!"

The Doctor rolled his eyes. "You are such a romantic."

"Shut your trap and get out of your pants. I'm going to have a meeting in-" She looked at her watch. "-15 minutes."

"Rose... do you really want to receive our child like this?"

She looked at him for a while and then groaned. "No, of course not." Rose sat down next to him and lay her head in her hands. "But I'm becoming desperate... the three months are nearly over and I can't help but think, something is wrong with us. What if we will never be able to have children? We can't even find a house..."

The Doctor shot her a sad smile. "I know... and believe me I'm thinking the same, but... even if there was something wrong with us, I would do everything possible and impossible to get you pregnant. Hell, I would even build myself a space shuttle and search this whole damn universe for nano genes, if I had to!"

Rose grinned slightly at the enthusiasm in his voice. "I know... I'm just being silly."

"Rose Tyler, you are never ever silly! Couldn't even be silly if you tried! Although... weeell, there is this little virus in galaxy M42 that would make you really silly, whether you like it or not... But apart from that: Nothing silly at a-"

Rose shut him up with a kiss.

After several minutes of extensive tongue battle, the Doctor felt her hands on his fly. He broke the kiss and looked at her with raised eyebrows. "Not giving up, are you?"

"You know me, I never give up," she said grinning and opened his pants. "Seven minutes left."

The Doctor shot her an incredulous look. "You are kidding, right? I'm not a machine... and what about foreplay?"

Rose opened her blouse and he swallowed. She went to his desk, wiped the papers away and sat on it. When she opened her bra and looked innocently at him, the Doctor asked in a squeaky voice, "S-Seven minutes, y-yeah?"

"Nah, six now... You might wanna get rid of those clothes..."

Within seconds, the couple was naked and get on with it on the desk. Being completely absorbed into their activity, they didn't notice that one of the beakers with a rosy liquid stood dangerously close to the edge.

With a groan, the Doctor thrust into Rose, who encouraged him with cries of ecstasy. Upon her wish to move even harder, the Doctor's thrusts began to shake the whole table, making the beaker tumble dangerously.

On her road to completion, Rose grabbed the Doctor's hair and kissed him hard, making him stumble slightly against the desk.

That was enough for the beaker to fall over and pour the liquid right over the edge...

The Doctor and Rose were oblivious to this and came with a cry. Panting, they tried to catch their breath.

Rose dipped her head to kiss the Doctor but he moved his head and sniffed into the air. "Something wrong?" Rose asked, still breathing heavily.

"It's just... don't you smell something weird?"

"Oi, I'm not that sweaty!"

The Doctor waved his hand. "Nah, not that kind of weird... it smells kind of... sweet." He sniffed again and tried to follow the scent. Then he suddenly saw the beaker. "Oh, no! Chuck!"

To Rose, nothing seemed to be wrong with the little palm tree, but the Doctor ran around as if stung by an adder. She watched his naked body grabbing things here and there and fumbling desperately with a gas burner.

Beginning to get kind of cold without her fiancé's warm embrace, she grabbed her clothes and got dressed.

"I don't know what you are on about again with that plant, but I've got a meeting in-" She looked at her watch. "Oh, thirty seconds. Gotta run, bye!" And off she was.

The Doctor didn't appear to hear her, since he desperately tried to find a remedy against the hair growing essence, he developed for Pete (he thought, he could win some brownie points for giving him back his hair...). Unfortunately, as useful it was for humans, as deadly it was for plants.

He ran around the lab, trying to find the last ingredients, mixed them together and hoped it would work.

Exhausted, Rose entered the apartment. She took off her shoes and rubbed her aching feet.

"Doctor? I'm home... the meeting took longer than expected..." She went to the living room. "Doctor?"

"Oh, hello Rose! Sorry, I was a little distracted..." He sat on the kitchen table and mentioned for her to come into the room.

"Distracted? What are you-" She stopped dead in her track when she saw the chess set on the table. Chuck was seated across from the Doctor. Rose groaned. "You are playing chess with a plant?! Okay, I think now it's really time for you to visit Dr Charlatan..."

In my humble opinion, it's not him who needs to see a doctor...

Rose whirled around, trying to find out where this unearthly voice came from. It kind of felt like it was in her head. But that was impossible, wasn't it?

Nothing is impossible, Chica. Seriously, the idiot told me all about your damn lives and after all this time you still believe some things to be impossible?

She suddenly saw the palm tree's leaves rattling... and the windows were closed.

"Ch-Chuck?"

Got that right, babe. You should give that dork a good beating from me... he nearly killed me today!

The Doctor beamed at her. "He spoke to you, didn't he? Isn't it great? I just wanted to find a remedy but one wrong ingredient and BAM!-" He slammed his fist against the table. "-and Chuck grew a telepathic brain between his roots. Now, he can talk to us! Brilliant, isn't it?"

Yeah it is... though I wished the idiot would actually listen to me! No matter how many times I tell him to shut up, he goes on and on and on... like that damn Duracell Bunny! Only way to really shut him up seems to be how you did it today... great show, by the way! For a human woman you sure are one hot- Chuck stopped himself when he saw Rose taking a lighter out of the cupboard and holding it dangerously close to his leaves.

The Doctor didn't seem to notice their little 'bantering'. "I showed him to Pete and he was delighted of my discovery! He said we should keep him with us and watch over him. Wonderful, isn't?

Rose grabbed the toaster and began chase him around the table, trying to strike him down.

Chuck chuckled with his leaves. Twenty bucks on the chick!

And this makes half. Make a poor me happy and review ;)

EDIT: Duracell is the bunny in Europe, Energizer in the USA. You see, I always do my homework :P