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Chapter One: The Bit After the Happily Ever After

I didn't tell Mickey. I couldn't. Even though we weren't an item, I couldn't do it. I knew that deep down he knew we were over. He just couldn't bring himself to realise it. So when we'd landed on that Parallel London... and... and... we'd left - no - he wanted to stay there, what could I do? "Oh, by the way Mickey, I'm pregnant, with the Doctor's child,"? Even in my head that sounded stupid. So I'd let him go, the Doctor'd taken me back to my mother's, which is where I am now. Being made tea by my mother, trying to build up the courage to tell her about the baby, and about us. Finally there was an us! Me and the Doctor. The Doctor and I! The very thought made me smile. My mum walked in with three cups of tea, passed one to me, one to him and took the last one herself.

"Erm, mum, I've... um... we've got something to tell you," I finally managed to say.

"I think you'd better sit down," he said, gesturing to a chair. My mum sat, her face screwed up in bewilderment.

"Ok," she managed to say.

"I'm... um... we're... um... I'm... um... I'm pregnant," I managed to get out.

"You're what!" she screamed at me,

"I'm pregnant," I said defiantly.

"Oh my god," she said sinking into the chair, "I'm too young to be a grandmother... who's the father?" she asked,

"Me," said the Doctor, very sheepishly. My mother rounded on him. I thought for a minute she was going to slap him again she shouted instead.

"HOW DARE YOU!!!" she yelled, "HOW DARE YOU!!!" she screamed again.

"He's an alien. He's 900 years old! That's a huge age gap. He's from another planet for heavens sake!" she yelled.

"I know that mum. Don't think I don't know that!"

"He's not human Rose. He's... he's" she trailed off.

"He's sat right here listening to every work you say?" he offered, muttering under his breath. Pretending I didn't hear that, I turned away from him looking directly at my mother.

"Mum, it's alright, I love him, and we're engaged," I told her,

"You're... you're... you... you..." she screamed at me, completely lost for words.

"Yeah. I am," I yelled back, "and if you don't like it then tough. Because I do. And it's MY LIFE!" I finished screaming the last two words at her, then getting up I walked calmly to the door, opened it, walked out then slammed it shut behind me. Leaning against the wall I let myself slide down it, tears now streaming down my face. Hating her for not accepting him. Hating myself for... for... hating her.

I heard the door swing open, and looked up to see the Doctor walk through. He bore the unmistakable signs of recently been slapped by someone, going on the small fact that he'd just walked out of my mother's apartment, the 'who' factor wasn't that big a mystery. Also the tinsy winsy little fact that I'd just informed said mother of my engagement, the 'why' factor was pretty much sussed out too.

He turned around and looked at me. And from that one look, I knew all I needed to know. I knew that he'd tell me that he'd make everything all right, even though he knew he couldn't. That he'd say everything would be alright, even though he didn't know it would be. That he'd tell me he would always love me. No matter what.

He held his arms open, somehow I managed to get to my feet, and fall into his outstretched arms. My tears now flowed in buckets, letting out all the pent up anger I had inside, sobbing my heart out onto his jacket.

"Shh... it's alright... everything's going to be ok," he tried to comfort me. It used to work. Back when I first met him. Before I learnt about him. Before he changed. Before I was forced to learn about him again. When I didn't know about his world, about my world, about the world we could create for ourselves. When all I knew came from text books, TV and what my neighbour's mum's friend's cousin's flatmate said. When I actually believed that was all there was to this world, that fashion and looks were important. Before I realised that there was more to life than that. And I only had one man to thank for that. The one who held onto me as if I was his world, the one who taught me everything, the one who I'll stay with until the end of time.

"Come on, lets get you back to the TARDIS, give your mum some time to simmer," he said, matter of factly, putting his arm around me and leading me back into the TARDIS.


We gave my mum an entire week to simmer. An entire week not going anywhere, I could tell that by the third day the doctor was seriously getting bored, he'd taken to polishing parts of the TARDIS. Not the furniture as any normal person would. But engine parts, spare engine parts, stuff like a 'Time Flux Regulator,' or 'Black Hole Stabiliser,' things that I had no idea of their purposes. And me? Well, I worried. Worried what I'd do when it came to seeing my mum again, worried that she would still be as angry as she had been before.