Author's Notes: I do not own Doctor Who, the Duplicate Doctor, Donna or Rose. Thanks for the reads and reviews and follows. This is a shorter chapter than usual but I have allergies that have worked their way into my sinuses and subsequently my brain, so please forgive me. More is coming. So, please let me know what you think and happy reading!

John hadn't seen Rose Tyler since the strangeness that occurred on the night of the wedding. He hadn't really given her much thought, after all, he had been busy with his new family and a new baby on the way. He had a whole world that existed outside of her. He thought of that as somehow strange, time had been when Rose Tyler occupied many of the Doctor's thoughts.

Those days were long gone he thought looking at the woman across the table. She was no longer the sweet, playful, if needy, girl she had been. She looked so foreign compared to that girl, he wasn't certain if he would have picked them as the same person.

For now, Rose was shackled to a table and Gwen sat across from her, looking unhappy. Gwen was across from her.

"Why the shackles?," asked John.

"She tried to bite me," said Gwen.

John cast a glance at Rose. "Seriously?"

"What do you want?," asked Rose.

"We'll be asking the questions here, thank you," said Gwen.

"First off, what have you done with the TARDIS key?"

"Torchwood took it," said Rose.

"Yes and then your dad took it," said John. "Did you know that?"

Rose shrugged. "How should I?"

"Rose, there are people after that key, monsters as well, called the Silence. They broke into your family's home, they were the ones who attacked Torchwood."

Rose stiffened. "What do I care about Torchwood?"

"People died, you little brat," said Gwen.

John paused, studying her. "You're holding something back."

"I don't know what you mean."

John paused. "You used to be a lot of things, Rose. You had flashes of brilliance, you could be kind, compassionate, but the one thing you never were, Rose, you were never a good liar."

She glared at him.

"What do you know about the Silence?," asked John.

Gwen looked at Rose.

"I don't know anything about the Silence," said Rose.

"You disappeared for two months, your mum said. You came back and you were different and Ethan tells me that's when you started seeing him. Where were you?"

"Travelling."

"With who? Was it them? The Silence?"

Rose shook her head. "I don't know anything."

"What have they told you, Rose? What have they promised?"

"More than you have."

Gwen leaned in towards John. "Truth serum?"

"Not yet," said John. "Because see I know you, Rose Tyler, and I know there's just one thing that you want which is too bad because that's the one thing that I know will never ever happen. So, did they Rose? Did they promise to get you back to the Doctor?"

Rose was silent. John took that as confirmation.

"But the Silence want the Doctor dead," said Gwen.

"Rose," said John, "the Silence are at war with the Time Lords of this universe, they want the Doctor of this universe dead. That's who they're at war with."

"I don't care about that. He's not my Doctor."

"And what do you think they'd want with your Doctor if they got a hold of him?," asked Gwen. "You think they'd care? They run round kidnapping babies and..."

John shot Gwen a look to be silent. They quickly hurried out.

"What if they were telling the truth?," asked John once the door was safely locked. "Just sort of. What if they're trying to get to another dimension? Maybe the TARDIS key is the link, an object of that universe enabling them to find it."

"Okay, but why? What do they want there?"

"Time Baby."

"You think they'd go to another universe just to take a Time Baby? That seems like an awful lot of trouble."

"Less trouble than going to Gallifrey to get another one."

"Well, except for the one you're having."

John shook his head. "Mine's mostly human, she's never even been exposed to the Time Vortex, she might be good at maths and a bad swimmer, but not a Time Baby."

Gwen furrowed her brow. "When did anyone say anything about swimming?"

John shrugged.

"This is all well and good but that little bint isn't likely to tell us anything," said Gwen. "I had a mate like her once, she got arrested for stalking Bono from Feedback."

"Feedback? Is that what U2 is called here? Nobody in Virgin Records knew what I was talking about."

Amy rushed in. "John, it's Donna," she said handing him his mobile.

John took the phone anxiously. "Donna?"

"Hi, busy?," asked Donna.

"Well, a bit-"

"Too bad. I'm in labor," she said sharply.

"What? Really?"

"No, I'm just kidding. Why would I be kidding?"

"Okay, okay, I'm coming." John hung up. "Uh, I have to go."

"What's going on?," asked Gwen.

"Donna's having the baby, I have to go."

"Well, go then," said Amy, punching him playfully on the shoulder. "Keep us updated, yeah?"

"Yeah, yeah," said John.

"What do I do with the mad blonde?"

"Take another run at her and another and another. Get Adeola to file detainment papers. I don't want her going anywhere until we know everything."

"Oh, believe me, I'll get it out of her."

John ran into the house. He found Donna was with Josh and Ella on the sofa.

"Can't we come, Mummy?," asked Ella.

"Not now, sweetheart," said Donna. "I want you two to go back to bed and to school in the morning, you can come visit me in hospital after school, okay?"

"You're not going to be home by then?," asked Josh.

"No, sweetheart," said Donna.

"How long is this going to take?," he asked appalled.

"You two took thirty hours to come out. It takes as long as it takes, okay? It's all up to the baby and what sort of hurry she's in," She looked up at John.

"Ready to go?," he asked.

"Yes," said Donna. She looked at the children. "Kisses."

Josh and Ella did as they were told. Ella came over to John for a hug.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," said John. "Mummy is going to be fine."

"Are you going to be gone all night, too?"

"Worried about your monster?," he asked.

Ella didn't answer. He knew she didn't want to admit it.

"Well, you have Miss Johnson and Lisette here and you can phone me if you see one. Alright?

"Alright."

They said their final good-byes and John and Donna were off.

Just not as quickly as Donna would have liked. She sighed and looked at the speedometer.

"I buy you a Mercedes with a sport package and you are going ten miles an hour to the hospital."

"I'm being cautious," said John, letting another car ahead of him.

"Thinking about getting on the motorway?," asked Donna.

"No, we're fine on surface roads."

"It's ten miles."

"You know, John, I could do with getting to the hospital before the baby has her first birthday."

"I went to a place like that once."

"What?"

"You know, it's this planet where everyone was stuck in traffic for years and there were cats."

"Cats?"

"Well, sort of, cat people."

Donna shook her head as a city bus went around them. "Okay, but could we possibly drive any faster on this planet?"

"Fine," John groaned and stepped on the gas.

Donna looked over. "Twenty?"