One trip to the past he had said. But still not wanting to be alone he stretched the definition and also took her to the future. To the City of New, New York. She had wanted to go to Gallifrey but once again he found himself lying to her. He had told her he didn't want to go home, when in reality he wanted to go there so bad it hurt. But lying to her had made it easier to pretend that his people were still alive and he hadn't been responsible for all of their deaths. That his family and friends were still waiting for his return.
Then he lied again when he said he had no idea what the Face of Boe meant when he told The Doctor he was not alone. It had been a long day and all he wanted to do was get back on the Tardis and climb into bed. But Martha wouldn't just let it go.
"But what did he mean, the Face of Boe? You're not alone." She asked for the third time.
"I don't know." He lied.
"You've got me. Is that what he meant?"
"I don't think so. Sorry."
"Then what?"
"Doesn't matter. Back to the Tardis, off we go."
He watches as Martha straightens up a chair and sits down, arms and legs crossed.
"All right, are you staying?"
"Till you talk to me properly, yes. He said last of your kind. What does that mean?"
"It really doesn't matter."
"You don't talk. You never say. Why not?"
"I lied to you, because I liked it. I could pretend. Just for a bit, I could imagine they were still alive, underneath a burnt orange sky. I'm not just a Time Lord. I'm the last full blooded, of the Time Lords. The Face of Boe was wrong. There's no one else."
"What happened?"
"There was a war. A Time War. The last Great Time War. My people fought a race called the Daleks, for the sake of all creation. And they lost. They lost. Everyone lost. They're all gone now. My family, my friends, even that sky. Oh, you should have seen it, that old planet. The second sun would rise in the south, and the mountains would shine. The leaves on the trees were silver, and when they caught the light every morning, it looked like a forest on fire. When the autumn came, the breeze would blow through the branches like a song."
He continued to talk telling her everything until he got to Rose. He paused. She waited for him to go on not saying a word.
He took a deep breath. "Come on there is something I want to show you."
Finally she followed him onto the Tardis. He landed the Tardis in the now familiar place in front of the hospital. He led her inside and saw the wonder on her face. She followed him to the Neonatal. "Doctor" she started to ask, but he kept walking. He stopped at the desk and informed them that she was a doctor and she was here with him to give a second opinion. After signing paperwork she followed him inside the room.
He stopped at the cradle of a little boy with short brown hair and hazel eyes. He scooped him gently in his arms and turned to look at Martha.
"Martha, I would like you to meet my son, Kiam Wyatt Tyler."
"You're a father." She asked amazed, taking the little boys hand.
The Doctor sat in a rocking chair and she pulled up a chair in front of him. He proceeded to tell her about his son and his mother. "And now she is trapped in the parallel world and I don't know what to do. for the first time, I really don't know." He looked sadly at the little boy.
They sat quietly for a while until, Kiam's Doctor entered the room.
"Doctor," he said "And who is this?" he gestured to Martha.
"Doctor Martha Jones. A friend of mine."
He turned back to the Doctor. "You have been gone a couple of days, we were starting to get worried. Your son is ready to go home. He has gained the weight we wanted, he is breathing and eating on his own and all test came out fine. He can go home this afternoon in fact. Just as soon as the paper work is done." He felt himself go slightly pale, he felt sick. He looked down at the baby in his arms. The only part of Rose that he had left.
Finally he placed the Baby back in the cradle and followed the Doctor out of the room.
-DW-
Sighing, He sat down the pen. He felt as though he had been filling out paper work forever. It had taken longer as he had to write in a language they understood, rather than the normal circular handwriting he was use to using.
He went into the waiting room and saw Martha sitting there. Her feet were propped up on the table and she was sound asleep. He chuckled and walked over to her.
"Martha," He said softly and shook her shoulder. She opened her eyes and looked at him. "Come on we can finally leave."
"I went to the Tardis and found him an outfit." she held up a bag. "You really don't have that much things for babies."
"I've been busy." He didn't want to tell her about not knowing if he was going to take his son with him. He still didn't know for sure.
But as he dressed the baby and carried him out of the hospital and to the Tardis, he knew he could never leave the little one. He placed him into the same cot he had used as a child and smiled down.
"Welcome home"