Sorry for the long wait. NaNoWriMo started and I'm writing a novel on top of keeping this fanfiction going. And college is extremely busy. Sorry it's so short. Hopefully the next one will be longer, but I can't promise it'll be out any sooner.

(Also, I'm sorry but I don't have any sexy time put in. It is implied, sure, and very briefly, but I don't feel comfortable writing them and especially right now, I felt like it wasn't very important to the plot.)

Chapter 12: Blink

"Fancy a trip?" the Doctor asked, a week after Ezek was born. Freya had taken to calling him Ezek, as to keep confusion from happening when they ran into Bad Wolf once more (and she was certain they would run into him once more – they always did).

"Where to?" Freya asked, settling her book down. Martha had taken Ezek to the med bay for a quick check up, leaving Freya to enjoy a book she had yet to finish.

"There's this house I was wanting to visit. It's apparently surrounded by mystery. People keep disappearing from there," the Doctor said with a grin.

"When did you hear about this?" Freya asked, intrigued.

"When Martha and I went out to stop the hatching two days ago," the Doctor said as he flopped himself down on the couch next to her.

"I don't know. I was wanting to see James and Jack and introduce them to baby Ezek, but we could always do it after this, right?" Freya asked. The Doctor nodded eagerly.

"Yes! We can do all the domestics after we have an adventure!" he promised.

"I'll hold you to that when you complain about having to see James. And we need to see Marie soon. I got a call from her last week. She has two children now. Two! I was just at her wedding! We have to stop by there and see them too," Freya said.

"Do we have to?" the Doctor whined.

"Yes. We do. After your adventure," Freya said, standing up. The Doctor leapt up as well, a grin on his face.

"Go get dressed! I'll meet you in the console room in ten minutes with Baby Ezek and Martha!" the Doctor said with a smile as he bound out of the room. Freya could only shake her head and laugh at him. Still, she made her way to her room and shrugged on clothes that were lying on the bed for her. Freya laughed. The Doctor had even picked clothes out for her in anticipation of her agreeing.

She made her way to the console room, where Martha and the Doctor were already there, Ezek lying asleep in Martha's arms.

"What kind of haunted house?" Martha asked.

"It's not really haunted. You'll see!" the Doctor told her with a grin as he took the baby from Martha and headed for the door. Freya followed the two of them, Martha on her tail.

"Has he told you anything else?" Martha asked.

"Not much. He doesn't really give us a head's up, does he?" Freya asked. Martha laughed and shook her head.

"Always in a hurry to do something," Martha stated.

"Just wait. His future self is even worse," Freya informed her, eliciting a giggle from Martha. The Doctor turned around, frowning at them.

"What are you two blogging about? Come along!" he said, pulling them along with him up the steps of an old house. He used the sonic on the door, pushing it open. Martha and Freya followed him inside the dusty house, up the stairs. The wallpaper was starting to peel in an area.

"Look out here," the Doctor said. Freya ignored him, moving towards the wall. She peeled a bit of the wallpaper back, noting that there were words there.

When she turned around, The Doctor, Martha, and Baby Ezek were gone.

But there was an angel statue standing right in front of her. Freya moved to the side, keeping her eyes on the thing as she tried walking around it. She made it to the balcony, glancing out to look for the Doctor.

And then she was dizzy, and she collided with the ground.

"Freya!" the Doctor's voice shouted. Freya glanced up, blinking rapidly. It was raining. And Martha was holding Ezek. And they all had different clothes on.

"What's going on?" Freya asked, confused.

"We got zapped back in time. 1969," the Doctor said gleefully.

"But you're wearing different clothes," Freya pointed out. The Doctor's grin faded a bit.

"Yeah. We've been here two weeks," the Doctor said.

"Two weeks?" Freya squeaked.

"You got touched after we did. It sent you back later. I'm just grateful it sent you back to the same year, same spot. We saw you arrive. We are renting a flat up there. Martha spotted you," the Doctor said.

"You're renting a flat?" Freya asked.

"Yeah. We've been trying to get all things worked out so we can get back, or at least get the TARDIS back. Come on. Up you go," the Doctor said, helping prop her to her feet. She stumbled into him but he steadied her immediately. He helped her into the apartment and into a chair.

"How did you manage to rent an apartment?" Freya asked.

"Psychic paper," the Doctor said with a grin.

"But there are no ATMS, so guess who had to go get a job," Martha said with a frown.

"Couldn't he do it?" Freya asked, pointing to the Doctor.

"He tried. Already lost two. So he stays home with Ezek and tries working out solutions, while I support him," Martha said, frustrated. Freya slipped her hands into her pockets, eyes widening.

"Well, you don't have to work as hard now," she said, pulling out a few bundles of cash.

"Where did that come from?" the Doctor asked.

"My pockets. Good choice," Freya told him.

"Good choice?" the Doctor repeated, confused.

"Didn't you leave them out for me?" she asked. He shook his head quickly. Freya nodded.

"Ah. The TARDIS left them out for me. Looking out for us," Freya said fondly.

"What else are in those pockets?" Martha asked. Freya dug around in them, pulling out a small bag of baby stuff, another small bag of medicine, and two chocolate bars. Freya offered one to Martha, who took it gratefully.

"I've been craving one of these for a week," Martha said happily.

"Can't say the TARDIS doesn't like you," Freya told her with a grin.

"Did you get anything for me in there?" the Doctor asked. Freya shrugged.

"It doesn't feel like it. Guess she doesn't like you banging around on her and getting us sent back to the past. How did we get sent back to the past, anyway?" Freya asked.

"The Weeping Angels. One touch sends you to the past, and then they feed off of your potential energy," the Doctor explained.

"I probably was a horrible meal then," Freya said with a laugh.

"For them, yeah. Because they don't feed off your children as well," the Doctor said.

"Why are we constantly running into creatures feeding on potential energy?" Freya asked.

"We run into creatures feeding on everything," the Doctor reminded her.

"I guess," Freya said, shaking that feeling.

The next day, Freya went out in search of a job. From what she saw of how the Doctor spent the evening, she did not want to be stuck there with him while he fiddled with this and that. She left Baby Ezek with him – he'd managed fine before she got there, surely he could manage still. She hoped.

She managed to get a job at a bakery, being allowed to stay and learn about the place for a few hours with the promise of returning in the morning bright and early.

"Guess who got a job?" Freya said when she arrived home later, carrying a few loaves of bread from the bakery and a chunk of cheese from the store.

"Martha's already got one, and I didn't look, so you?" the Doctor asked, poking his head up from behind the toaster. Freya stared at him, stared at the toaster.

"What are you doing?" Freya asked, setting the bag down on the table.

"I'm trying to upgrade the toaster. I figured it could be a little more sonic," he said as he pulled a slice of bread from the bag and dropped it in the toaster.

Two seconds later, the smoke detector was going off.

It took them three hours and a lot of fanning to get the smoke out of the apartment and the smoke detector to stop its trilling. Ezek started crying when it happened and was still crying when Martha got back an hour after the smoke detector stopped. His cries had cut down and he was more or less sniffling, but it was crying nonetheless.

"Christ! What happened here?" Martha asked, aghast.

"Someone thought the toaster could be a bit more sonic," Freya said, shooting a glare at the Doctor.

"It was Ezek's idea," the Doctor accused.

"You let a baby, a baby who is barely a month old, talk you into trying to make the toaster more sonic?" Martha asked incredulously.

"He was very persuasive," the Doctor defended.

"The baby was. The baby who can't even speak yet," Martha said flatly.

"Just because you don't understand him doesn't mean he doesn't speak!" the Doctor said.

"Doctor. Why don't you just leave the kitchen supplies alone. Is there anything we can do to get back home?" Freya asked.

"Not us. It's all up to a girl named Sally Sparrow in our time. She gave me this folder a few weeks ago," the Doctor said, pulling out a waterproof portfolio from his jacket pockets.

"How long do we have to wait?" Freya asked. The Doctor shrugged helplessly.

"I haven't the slightest," he said with a grin.

The days flew by. Martha worked at a shop nearby, Freya worked at the bakery, and the Doctor continued to destroy everything while watching Ezek. After Freya had been there a month, Martha gave her the clean bill of health and the okay to engage in any other activities.

The Doctor let Martha watch Ezek the next few nights.

Freya didn't dare admit it to the Doctor, or Martha, but she liked it there.

She almost preferred it.

There was something about the quietness, the peace that came with just going about everyday life that she had, well, missed.

When she came home from the bakery one evening, she was surprised to see another man in their apartment.

"Hello," Freya greeted him, setting down the bundle of bread and baked goods she'd brought with her.

"Hi," the man said glumly, staring at the ground. Freya stared at him, confused as to both why he was there and what about him bothered her. When it hit her, her own eyes saddened.

"Oh. You're from our time, too." The words caught his attention.

"I'm Billy. Billy Shipton," the man said.

"Freya O'Leary. Sometimes Freya Smith. Sometimes Freya McCrimmon. How'd you end up here?" Freya asked him conversationally, gesturing for him to sit down.

"I guess it was one of those angel things. That man said it was, and that I was stuck here," Billy said sadly.

"That man? The Doctor?" Freya asked. Billy nodded.

"He's a bit daft at times. Why did he say you are stuck here?" Freya asked.

"He said I have to take a message to Sally Sparrow. And to do that, I have to stay here," he said.

"That doesn't sound very fair," Freya said with a frown.

"Life isn't really fair," Billy said. He looked heartbroken, shocked, and confused. Freya moved to the couch next to him and gave him a hug.

"It's okay. Everything's going to be okay," Freya reassured him. The man broke down at her words, burying his face in her shoulder.

"How? How is it going to be okay? I don't have an identity here. I don't have money. I have nothing and no way of getting anything," Billy explained through what Freya was certain were tears.

"We'll help you. We'll make sure you have an identity set up. It's 1969. As long as you don't act suspicious, they won't question your identity. The bakery I work at could use some more help. You can start there tomorrow, earn some money while we get you an identity built up," Freya reassured him.

"Will it work?" he asked. Freya nodded, knowing he could feel the movement.

"Of course it will. And unfortunately, we won't be staying here. When we leave, you can have this apartment. In the meantime, I'm sure you can stay with us. It'll be fine. You can start earning money, we'll get you an identity, you have a place to live. Everything will work out in the end. I promise," Freya told him. The door opened behind her and the Doctor and Martha burst in, Baby Ezek squirming in Martha's arms. The Doctor's eyebrows shot up at the sight but Freya held a finger to her lips as she patted Billy's back.

"There? Feeling any better? We'll work it all out," Freya told him as Billy pulled back. He wiped his eyes quickly before turning around. He seemed surprised at the appearance of the Doctor and Martha. Freya stood and took Ezek from Martha, rocking the unruly child as she did.

"Billy's gonna come to work with me tomorrow. Start out there, start out earning a bit of money while you create his identity and help him find a real job," Freya said. The Doctor's eyebrows shot up at her words but he only nodded in agreement.

And Billy adjusted. He didn't like it, per se, but he didn't seem to hate it either. He managed, and that was the best he could do, Freya realized.

One night, Freya was walking home from the bakery when a phone booth near her started ringing. Freya stopped walking, eyeing the empty phone booth for a moment. It just continued to ring.

Freya moved over to it, picking up the phone carefully.

"Hello?" she asked cautiously.

"Can you find my Mummy? I really want my mummy," a child's voice filled the air. Freya's eyes widened.

"Honey, you have the wrong number. Where are you? Are you hurt?" Freya asked.

"I don't know where I am. But I'm scared. The spaceman's gonna eat me," the girl cried.

"I'm going to hang up, okay? Call 999. They can help you, okay? In the meantime, hide. Hide and call 999 and they'll come help you," Freya promised the child. When the girl made no move to protest, Freya hung the phone up, feeling shaken.

When she did finally get home, Freya said nothing to the others. The phone call shook her up, and she spent the night with Baby Bad Wolf on her hip.

As they approached their third month in 1969, Martha started acting funny. Freya was confused to see Martha watching her carefully every time she made something, or whenever she took a nap upon returning from work.

The Doctor wasn't acting any different, and neither was Billy. Billy had flirted quite a bit with Martha upon first arrival but then he'd met a girl named Sally and he was out most of the time with her. It wasn't the Sally that was to save them – this was a different Sally, Billy swore.

The Doctor had taken Baby Bad Wolf out for a stroll while Billy was working late one night. That was when Martha decided to corner Freya.

"Hey. We need to talk," Martha said. Freya flinched at her words.

"I thought we already talked. Before I gave birth. Are you mad at me again?" Freya asked. Martha shook her head, her own eyes going wide.

"No! Nothing like that! Sorry. No. Look, I…this is going to be a bit awkward. Have you had your period since you had Bad Wolf?" Martha asked her. Freya nodded.

"Yeah. I had it about a month later. That's what's supposed to happen, right?" Freya asked.

"Yeah, but it's been almost three months since Bad Wolf was born," Martha said. Freya stared at Martha, waiting for her to say something else.

"You should have had two periods," Martha continued awkwardly.

"And I haven't," Freya finished for her in realization.

"Yeah. Do you see why I'm concerned?" Martha asked.

"Could I be pregnant? Already?" Freya asked in disbelief.

"The Doctor was quite eager for you to be cleared," Martha said slowly.

"But how would we find out? I doubt they have the home pregnancy tests right now," Freya said.

"No, but hopefully we'll be back on the TARDIS soon and we can run the tests there," Martha said.

"Run what tests where?" the Doctor asked as he entered the apartment.

"Pregnancy tests. Again," Martha said. The Doctor stopped, keys still stuck in the door.

"Pregnancy tests?" the Doctor asked, mouth gaping.

"Yes. Pregnancy tests. Because someone was over-eager," Martha pointed out, irritated.

"But I just spent almost three years pregnant," Freya said in disbelief.

"It might take less time, now that you've already had one pregnancy. It should take less time each time, since your body will become more accustomed to bearing Gallifreyan children," the Doctor told her.

"So how long will I be pregnant this time? Two years?" Freya asked.

"Maybe less," the Doctor said tentatively. Freya huffed and sank onto the couch. The Doctor was at her side in an instant, keys forgotten in the door.

"You said you always wanted to have children," the Doctor tried.

"Yeah. Have them. Not be pregnant all the time," Freya said.

"But you won't be. We've only met two children. So I doubt we have more than two. We would have met them by now," the Doctor said soothingly.

"We didn't meet Bad Wolf until after I was pregnant with him. Who's to say we won't meet more now? Am I going to spend the rest of my life pregnant?" Freya asked him. The Doctor stared at her.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly. Freya shook her head, the fight leaving her.

"No. I'm sorry. I'm tired," Freya admitted quietly.

"Go get some rest. I'll watch Bad Wolf," the Doctor reassured her.

When she woke up, the TARDIS was in their apartment and ready to go.

Freya said goodbye to Billy before Martha ushered her straight to the med bay, the Doctor with Baby Bad Wolf on their heels. The checkup was rather brief once they decided Freya was indeed safe.

"Where to now then? We've got time for an adventure!" the Doctor said gleefully.

"No. We need to go see Marie. Remember? You promised me," Freya said. The Doctor frowned but nodded, handing Bad Wolf to her.

"I guess I did," he said as he led them to the console room.

"Who's Marie?" Martha asked.

"My best friend. I haven't seen her in ages. She has children now, I'm sure," Freya said.

"Oh?" Martha asked.

"Yeah. We met her in the future. And she had three children then. Two now then, I'd guess," Freya said.

"We haven't seen her since I started travelling with you. How long's it been since you saw her?" Martha asked.

"Ages ago. She's probably gonna slap the Doctor for that," Freya said with a giggle.

"It won't be funny! What if she triggers a regeneration?" the Doctor asked indignantly.

"Then you'd bettered be thinking of ideas as to how you can look more handsome than you do now," Freya told him with a giggle and a wink.

"That's not fair," the Doctor whined as he pulled a switch. The TARDIS rocked as she took off.

When the TARDIS stopped moving, there was an angry knocking on the door.

"Guess what? I bet that's Marie," Freya pointed out. The Doctor looked rather pale at that statement.

"You can go out first," the Doctor said.

"I'm pregnant. What if I get hurt?" Freya asked him with a grin. The Doctor turned to Martha, who held up her hands.

"Oh no. You're not convincing me to try that," Martha said. The Doctor sighed before scooping Baby Bad Wolf up.

"You're not using our child as a shield!" Freya protested.

"I like this face and plan on keeping it. Allons-y!" the Doctor shouted before pushing the door open.

"Where the hell have you been?" Marie demanded as they entered the living room of Marie and Masen's house.

"Recently? 1969. Before that? 1913. It's been a hell of a few months," Freya supplied quickly.

"You already had the baby?" Marie asked, eyeing the child in the Doctor's arms.

"You're one to speak. Where are the children of yours?" Freya asked.

"How did you know about them? Last time we talked, you only knew I was pregnant," Marie pointed out.

"Future. Time travel. I know a few things," Freya pointed out.

"James is babysitting. He took them out for a bit. Should be back any minute," Masen said.

"It'll be nice to see James again," Freya said with a grin.

"Great. James," the Doctor grumbled.

"Oi! Don't you start," Marie threatened him. The Doctor held Baby Bad Wolf up quickly as a shield. Marie made her way over to him and scooped the baby from his arms.

"Don't think the baby's gonna protect you! Now, tell me! What all's been up with you?" Marie asked.

"I'm pregnant. Again," Freya said.

"Already?" Marie asked with a sigh. Freya sighed as well. The Doctor stared between the two women.

"What's wrong with that?" the Doctor asked.

"Maybe you coulda kept it in your pants a bit longer. Three years is a hell of a long time to be pregnant," Marie pointed out. The Doctor opened his mouth but closed it again.

"Oh! Marie, this is Martha Jones. Martha, this is my best friend Marie and her husband Masen. Martha's been travelling with us for awhile. Since Donna," Freya added.

They spent the evening talking, enjoying themselves. When James got back, Freya was happy to see him and Martha hitting it off well, to the point that James even flirted with Martha a bit.

Freya didn't want to leave, but knowing the Doctor was antsy from months of no adventures, when the sun set the lot of them retired to the TARDIS with a promise to visit soon.

Again, I promise I'll try to write more and get more, but just bear with me. Sorry. Also, I gotta do a lot of planning for the next episode since it won't follow exactly as the series (their involvement with Jack changes things). I hope to start writing the next chapter tonight, and it is my third writing priority (first is NaNoWriMo, second is Fiction Writing class and Advanced Composition Class).

Hopefully I'll have more soon. Thanks for reviewing, guys, and thanks for being patient with me. This story is continuing, it's just a bit slower at the moment. :)

Andi