Love Songs Vol. IV - I Won't Give Up

by Rishi_Diams [Reviews - 23]

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  • Action/Adventure, Het, Missing Scene, Romance, Series

The Doctor went into the TARDIS and started the dematerialization sequence. That morning should do, something quick and easy, a parlor trick. The ship landed with a bump and he stepped out onto the street. He only had a moment to wait before Martha Jones walked by and he hurried to catch up to her.

"Like so," he said, taking off his tie. "See?"

Ignoring her confused look, he hurried back to the TARDIS and set the coordinates for later that evening. He returned to the alleyway holding his tie in his hand.

"Told you."

"No, but, that was this morning. Did you -- oh, my God. You can travel in time. But hold on. If you could see me this morning, why didn't you tell me not to go in to work?"

"Crossing into established events is strictly forbidden." He ignored the pang of pain in his hearts. After Donna left he'd spent a lot of time working out the maths involved in using Rose's genetic structure to pull her back into the prime universe. When that had failed, he'd turned his thoughts to stealing her back from his past self or preventing her from ever being near the rift at Torchwood. Nothing he'd come up with could justify the risk to the universe. "Except for cheap tricks," he added.

"And that's your spaceship?"

"It's called the TARDIS. Time and Relative Dimension in Space."

"Your spaceship's made of wood. There's not much room. We'd be a bit intimate."

Her words were suggestive, but he'd put off over-amorous companions before. It would be even easier now. "Take a look."

Martha stepped into the TARDIS and he followed her onto the ramp. "No, no, no. But it's just a box," she said, walking out again. "But it's huge. How does it do that? It's wood. It's like a box with that room just rammed in. It's bigger on the inside."

He mouthed the words along with her. "Is it? I hadn't noticed." He shut the door and walked to the console. "Right then, let's get going."

"But is there a crew, like a navigator and stuff? Where is everyone?"

"Just me."

"All on your own?"

"Well, sometimes I have guests. I mean some friends, travelling alongside. I had -- there was recently, a friend of mine. Rose, her name was. Rose. And..." He looked down, trying to scrape together the right words. "...we were together. Anyway."

"Where is she now?"

"With her family. Happy. She's fine. She's -- not that you're replacing her."

"Never said I was."

* * *

*Are you okay? I mean, it's not like I can go to an antenatal. 'Can you check for two hearts? You see, I'm having my alien lover's baby...'*

*I'm fine, Mum, us Smiths --*
*Tylers,* Rose countered.

But the returned *Smith* brooked no argument.

Rose sighed. *Your father will have to find us first.*

The equivalent of a huge yawn reached her. Two weeks had passed since the baby first made contact and every day the attempts at communication grew stronger, but it still tired the baby out quickly. It was comforting, having a piece of the Doctor she could talk to, but it was no substitute for him.

*Sorry. It's a muscle I need to exercise. It will get easier with practice, but for now I need to rest.*

*It's fine. Go ahead.*

For a moment, Rose believed the baby had fallen asleep, but then another thought drifted her way. *One heart until the first regeneration.*

A few minutes later, she sat up straighter when Pete walked into the living room.

"Oh, Rose, there you are. I was wondering if I could talk to you about something."

"Sure. Yeah."

Their relationship was growing, she could almost see herself calling him "Dad" - not yet, but some day. But as he sat down on the sofa opposite her, he looked apprehensive.

"We've noticed some... oddities at work."

She sat up even straighter, knowing instinctively that he was talking about his work with Torchwood, not Vitex. "What kind of oddities?"

"Stars are disappearing. The first couple of reports were dismissed out of hand, but it's getting worse. And... the dimension cannon has started receiving signal again."

"That's fantastic news! Well, I mean, not about the stars, but the dimension cannon. I could go home!" Rose covered her stomach with her hand, but stopped short of sending a thought to the baby.

"And I think we're going to have to use it. The stars disappearing, that's beyond anything we could hope to fix."

"I want in."

"Of course, we'll keep you apprised --"

"No. I want to be the one to go."

Pete blinked. "You're pregnant! I can't hurtle you across the dimension lines! We don't even know if it's safe! Think about the possible complications!"

"I'm not letting you do this without me. If I have to go to Torchwood every day and stand outside your office, I'm going to be involved."

He ran a hand over his face. "I'll keep you in the loop." He raised a hand to forestall her protests. "Your mum would kill me if anything happened to you or the baby. After we've run some tests, had our best and brightest look at it, I'll consider it. And that's all I can offer you right now."

"I'm not going to forget about this."

"I would expect nothing less."

They were ready for jump trials within the week. And every night for three weeks after that, Pete came home and shook his head sadly. Things were not going well. For all the 'best and brightest' he'd assigned to the project, items that were sent across the Void returned mangled - or not at all.

During this time, Rose began to show, a tiny bump that was unmistakable by all unless she took pains to hide it. Most days she didn't, too proud of the growing life inside of her to deny its existence.

*You shouldn't worry so much.*

*It's hard not to. The trials are going nowhere which means neither are we.*

*When the cannon is ready --*


*When, Mum. When the cannon is ready you'll find Dad.*

*Assuming I can even survive the Void.*

*The Wolf will protect you.*

*The Wolf? Your father took all of the Wolf out of me.*

*He missed a bit,* was the sheepish reply. *It's what made your bonding possible. It's what made me possible. And it's still changing you. It's slow, but unmistakable. You are not entirely what you were three years ago.*

The next day Pete came home with a smile on his face. For the first time, an object they'd sent to the prime universe had returned intact.

*Now, if only we could pinpoint your Dad.*

*Give Granddad your TARDIS key.*