Author's Notes: I do not own Doctor Who, the Duplicate Doctor, Donna, Rose, anything. Sort of a short chapter, but more is coming soon. Thanks for the reviews and the reads, I'm so glad there's so much enthusiasm for Duplicate Doctor/Alternate Donna. Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

Jackie Tyler had not heard from Rose in a month. The last thing she had heard was from Pete. Donna Noble had given Pete a polite warning about Rose showing up unexpectedly at her office. She had been all politeness, but anyone could tell the whole situation had her bloody angry. Not that Jackie could blame her, no one wanted their fiance's ex-girlfriend butting in to their life. She and Pete had waited up for Rose that evening, but she never arrived. She didn't answer her mobile and all they got was an email the next morning saying she had to "figure some things out" and "not to worry." Not worry? How could she not worry? Though after the month went by quietly without reports of Rose's death, incarceration or sectioning, Jackie wondered if her daughter was actually making good.

One day, she went to answer the door and found Rose there.

It took Jackie a moment to come to that realization. This Rose was so different. For starters, her hair was a dark brown- Jackie was just glad it wasn't red, that certainly would have been a sign of further obsession. She was dressed in black from head to toe and she was smiling as if nothing had happened.

"Where have you been?," shrieked Jackie.

"You told me to get a life, I got a life."

"You disappeared!"

"Thought you'd be used to it by now," Rose said playfully.

Rose walked into the house as if she had just popped off to the shops. Jackie just watched in dismay.

"Where did you get off to?," she asked. "You've been gone a month!"

Rose shrugged. "I got a job."

"A job? What sort of job?" Jackie was incredulous, what could Rose have gotten a job at?

"A shop."

"What shop?"

"What's with the interrogation, Mum? I just sort of popped in to say hello."

"You disappear for a month, come back, your hair is dyed, you're wearing a suit, all you can say is you have a job at a shop and I'm interrogating you?"

"I'm going to go to the toilet," said Rose.

"Oh, by all means, help yourself!," Jackie called after her as she made her way upstairs. "Make yourself right at home!"

Rose made her way to Pete's study and got behind his desk. She put a flash drive on the secure laptop that he occasionally worked at home from and watched as the data started downloading.

Donna looked around the room at the fertility clinic thinking she was entirely too old to be here. She wondered when that had happened. She had seen a special on one of her networks about a woman who had a baby at seventy, Donna wasn't that old, nor would she want to have a baby at seventy. She wasn't suicidal.

She and Ianto had been waiting hours, while she got some work done. This clinic had the best reputation in Europe and she had put in for an appointment as soon as she and John agreed to have a baby. Even with all her influence, she had to wait and really, this call for an appointment had been out of the blue. All of a sudden they had an opening, not that Donna wanted to look a gift horse in the mouth, she was... over forty. Her biological clock was pounding in her head and she wanted to get going.

Ianto looked at his watch. "We'll have to postpone the conference call with the New German division."

Donna nodded. "Right."

"Ms. Noble?"

Donna and Ianto looked up to see an older woman with dark hair, a black suit, a lab coat and an eye patch.

"Yes?," said Donna.

"I'll see you in exam room two."

"Right. Just one moment."

The doctor left. Donna got up and started gathering her things.

"S&M pirate fetish. Interesting look for a physician," whispered Ianto.

Donna tried to stifle a giggle. "Don't! That's unkind."

"I'll reschedule the conference call," said Ianto.

"Right. Wish me luck."

Donna walked into the exam room.

"Doctor Jones," the woman introduced herself.

"Donna Noble."

"I knew that."

"Right. Sorry."

"So, you want to have a baby..."

Donna stiffened. The woman's tone was almost lyrical, as if this was amusing.

"Have you been trying long?," she asked.

"No," said Donna, "my fiance and I, we just stopped using birth control, I just want to make sure everything's in order."

"You're right to be concerned at your age..." The doctor looked up. "So, normal cycles?"

"I suppose," said Donna.

"Your fiance. Any problems there?"

"He's fine," said Donna.

"We may need to run some tests, you might have to be under anesthetic..."

"Is that really necessary?," asked Donna. She glanced up and thought she saw something, then looked back at the doctor with no idea why her breathing was so rapid.

"We really shouldn't take any chances..."

"I'd really rather not get so serious right away," said Donna. "I just wanted a consultation."

"Yes, well, change into a gown and we'll see how things are down there..."

There was something about this eye patch lady that Donna found positively creepy. She really did not relish the idea of getting naked and letting her poke around down there. Ianto's words "S&M pirate fetish" kept ringing in her head.

"You know what?," said Donna standing up and collecting her bag. "I'm sorry. I have to go."

"But Ms. Noble, you really should stay-"

"I'll pay for the consultation. I really must be leaving. Thanks for your time."

Donna was in the hall before the doctor could catch up and already back in the waiting room.

"Problem?," asked Ianto.

"We are getting the hell out of here," muttered Donna. She went into her wallet and took out a few hundred pound notes and left them with the receptionist.

"This is too much-" she started.

"No problem, keep the change."

Donna was out the door. Ianto gathered the mobile office and rushed to catch up.

From the door to the waiting room, Kovarian watched. She turned back to the two Silents that had been in the exam room.

"Big mind on that one," she remarked, "in any dimension."

She paused while they spoke to her.

"Impermeable to all orders, we should have expected that," agreed Kovarian. "We'll have to do this the hard way, I suppose."

Donna finally arrived home, hours late because of the conference call with New Germany. She hated missing Josh and Ella before they went to bed. She snuck in the house quietly and checked on them in their beds before continuing on to her own room where John was reading in bed.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," she said, giving him a kiss. She took off her heels. "I'm so sorry I'm this late. Were Josh and Ella very upset?"

John shook his head. "No, we had pizza. I don't think they cared about anything else."

"You'll spoil them." She sat on the edge of the bed and started working off her tights. "The conference call with New Germany went forever. I kept them waiting while I was at my appointment, Germans hate it when you keep them waiting."

"What appointment?," asked John.

Donna cringed. "I hadn't wanted to mention that."

"Mention what?"

"I know we said we would take our time on the baby issue, but I got worried and I made an appointment."

"Why wouldn't you tell me that?," asked John. "I could have gone with you."

Donna shook her head. "No, really, I didn't want you to worry."

"I don't want you to worry on your own," said John. He took a breath. "Did the doctor say anything?"

"Oh, no," said Donna, "we are not going back there. If we need it, I'll find someone else."

"Oh?"

"Something really creepy about that office and the consultant, I hate to sound awful, but she had an eye patch and it was really disturbing for some reason. I didn't want her looking up my vagina and she wanted to start doing tests and put me under anesthetic for them."

"Anesthetic?"

"I know," exclaimed Donna. She sat in front of John, motioning for him to unzip her dress.

He unzipped her dress and kissed the nape of her neck. "I wish you had told me."

"I'm sorry. I just hate admitting how bloody old I am."

"You are not old," he said.

"The other me," she turned to him, "you said she hadn't had any children until the Doctor?"

"No," said John.

"How old was she?" She shook her head. "I'm sorry, it's too difficult..."

"Thirty-eight," John answered.

Donna nodded. "Thirty-eight, that's not too bad."

"You're not the same person, Donna-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know, different universe, different lives but it's a fair bet we have the same reproductive organs."

"I suppose."

"God, if I actually get pregnant, I'll have to miss work." Donna shimmied out of her dress and laid down next to John. "Maternity leave, breast-feeding, not to mention two months of bed rest with Josh and Ella. Of course, my blood pressure just might have shot up because my husband at the time was an overgrown child who had to be constantly watched. You won't give me any problems like that."

"No," said John.

"No..." Donna confirmed.

"I could stay home if you like," he said.

"What?"

"After the baby's born, I could stay home with her for a while if you wanted to go back to work."

"Her?," Donna smiled.

"Or him," John added quickly.

Donna moved closer to John. "Well, that's a compelling offer. What about your work? What if they need you to save the planet?"

"Well, then I'll have to call you," John admitted.

Donna did a mock sigh. "I suppose I can tell New Germany to wait because my husband had to go save the Earth from some mad aliens..."

"Husband, I like the sound of that."

"One more month," said Donna, moving to straddle John, "don't know what we'll get up to until then..."

"No idea," said John.

She leaned in to snog him and his mobile rang.

"That's just not fair," said John.

Donna leaned over to the night table and handed him his mobile.

"Hello," John grunted.

"John, it's Pete Tyler."

"Hello, Pete."

"There's a problem with the President."

"What do you mean?"

"Just get down here, straightaway."

John hung up the mobile and looked at Donna.

"I have to go save the President."

Donna nodded. "I'll go work on the Pope."

"You are cheeky."

Donna returned to her side of the bed. "When you find out who did it, give them a special slap from me."

"Thought you didn't slap people."

"Well, my patience is being tested tonight," Donna smiled.

John got up. "We'll pick this up again."

"Oh, you just wait," said Donna pulling the covers over herself.