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The Doctor- Chapter Four
Title: But Time Didn’t Stop
Characters: Doctor, Jack Jack/Ianto
Rated: PG-13 ANGST COE MPREG
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: The Doctor and Jack have a row.
Author's Note: Starts after COE.
Previous Segment: Chapter Three
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/63337.html
Part Four
“So, he was right, it’s a boy?” the expectant parent asked with anticipation and the Doctor nodded.
“I don’t suppose he told you the name or birthdate or anything else useful?” he questioned although maybe he shouldn’t be encouraging the delusion.
“He told me the name which I’m keeping to myself until it’s born,” Jack said with a smile, “and don’t act like that, like you’re better than me. I know you were checking out your ass in the mirror.”
How could he know that? However, he was still standing in front of the mirror which would be a clue.
“What? No, I wasn’t,” he tried to deny, “and even if I was, it was just for curiosity. In my last body, it was…wider and I just wondered…”
Jack was laughing now, but he stopped after seeing the Time Lord’s face.
“You’re still worried about regenerating?” he questioned and received a nod. There was something else he was wondering about.
“What if you’re not around? How would you know it was me? Maybe we should have a secret question or a code word?” he suggested which made the other look amused as he rubbed his large bump.
“I think the blue box will give that away, like before,” he commented which still didn’t quell his worry.
“What if it’s not even blue? What if it regenerates, too? It could…” the Doctor started.
“But it won’t,” Jack interrupted, “She likes the police box too well.”
“My ship told you that?” he questioned and was still surprised that even a ship, albeit alive, wasn’t immune to the Captain’s charms.
“Yeah, she likes to complain about you, too,” the other spoke, “She was trying to talk to the baby, but I told her to stop because that might be confusing. It…he’s not even born yet.”
Now, he felt confused.
“How is my ship talking to your unborn baby? She requires a telepath to do that,” the Time Lord spoke and the Jack was a bit chagrined.
“Well, he is Telepathic. I didn’t say they were good conversations,” he tried to explain, “Basically, he sends me emotions and a few times, what he’s looking at which are usually his toes.”
Now, there was a reason for this madness.
“That explains it, the baby must have told you…”
“The baby doesn’t talk,” the former leader of Torchwood spoke as though he were an idiot.
“I know that, but he could have showed you with one of those pictures,” the Doctor countered, “Maybe he just looked straight down once instead of at his toes.”
As soon as the words left his lips, he could see how much he’d upset Jack.
“How can you believe in telepathy, Cat People, people in general and not this? Why could the fact that we might have been wrong about the after-life be so difficult to believe? I don’t think you want to believe in it, I think it makes it easier for you to feel sorry for yourself that you’re the only one in charge of the universe when there might be more to it than that. Maybe death isn’t the final journey, maybe there’s something else to look forward to,” the other man spat and rubbed his belly again.
“Why do you want to believe so badly? You’ve died, you’ve seen the darkness for yourself,” he countered because he didn’t understand it.
“Because it feels better to think that they’re still there somewhere, just waiting for everyone else to arrive. Maybe that’s why we’ve only seen the darkness; we’ve never died and stayed dead,” Jack argued and winced in pain. The Doctor reached for his sonic screwdriver.
“I’m fine, he’s just upset that we’re fighting,” he explained, “He can hear every word.”
“Sorry, baby,” the Doctor apologized although he stuck by his arguments. As much as he'd love the thought that they were all there somewhere where he could see them again someday, he couldn’t comprehend how there could be anything more than this, or any other force at work. If there was, why was his job so hard?
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In contrast, the next seven weeks flew by until he knocked on Jack’s door and it opened. Jack was on his bed with a book and there was a new door to the left.
“I didn’t remember a loo there before,” he remarked and the other shook his head.
“I have to wee every fifteen minutes so she thought that was easier,” the man explained, rubbing his bump which was bigger than the Doctor could have ever thought possible.
“It’s past forty weeks, don’t you think it’s time for him to come out?” he asked while sticking his hands in his brown trouser pockets.
“He hasn’t told me that and if he’s not ready, that’s fine, I can wait. The longer he can stay in, the better it’ll be, right?” the other responded and the Time Lord sighed.
“Until he grows too big to share the space with your internal organs and things go wrong,” he reminded him.
“Nothing will go wrong,” Jack spoke with the stubbornness of a two year old.
“Fine, I received a psychic message, but I don’t think it should take long,” he said and took out his right hand to pat his coat pocket, “I have my mobile so don’t hesitate to call me, yes?”
With a nod, the Doctor left him for Earth in 1969.
“Luckily, that didn’t take very long, only an hour or so!” he called out in case the expectant parent was in hearing range, “Turns out that Martha got tired of waiting for Sally Sparrow, did I tell you about her? Anyway, so Martha had sent the message but since I know it all works out, I came back here without interfering. Jack?”
He could just still be in bed as he had been the last few days, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong especially when a warning siren started sounding. For a second, he even thought he saw an Ood. Then, in the hallway, he found the man unconcious on the floor with blood running down the over-sized trousers.
“Jack, you stupid prat! Wake up!” he yelled and tried slapping his face, “We’re going to have to deliver the baby now.”
June 4th, 2009
Characters: Doctor, Jack Jack/Ianto
Rated: PG-13 ANGST COE MPREG
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: The Doctor and Jack have a row.
Author's Note: Starts after COE.
Previous Segment: Chapter Three
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/63337.html
Part Four
“So, he was right, it’s a boy?” the expectant parent asked with anticipation and the Doctor nodded.
“I don’t suppose he told you the name or birthdate or anything else useful?” he questioned although maybe he shouldn’t be encouraging the delusion.
“He told me the name which I’m keeping to myself until it’s born,” Jack said with a smile, “and don’t act like that, like you’re better than me. I know you were checking out your ass in the mirror.”
How could he know that? However, he was still standing in front of the mirror which would be a clue.
“What? No, I wasn’t,” he tried to deny, “and even if I was, it was just for curiosity. In my last body, it was…wider and I just wondered…”
Jack was laughing now, but he stopped after seeing the Time Lord’s face.
“You’re still worried about regenerating?” he questioned and received a nod. There was something else he was wondering about.
“What if you’re not around? How would you know it was me? Maybe we should have a secret question or a code word?” he suggested which made the other look amused as he rubbed his large bump.
“I think the blue box will give that away, like before,” he commented which still didn’t quell his worry.
“What if it’s not even blue? What if it regenerates, too? It could…” the Doctor started.
“But it won’t,” Jack interrupted, “She likes the police box too well.”
“My ship told you that?” he questioned and was still surprised that even a ship, albeit alive, wasn’t immune to the Captain’s charms.
“Yeah, she likes to complain about you, too,” the other spoke, “She was trying to talk to the baby, but I told her to stop because that might be confusing. It…he’s not even born yet.”
Now, he felt confused.
“How is my ship talking to your unborn baby? She requires a telepath to do that,” the Time Lord spoke and the Jack was a bit chagrined.
“Well, he is Telepathic. I didn’t say they were good conversations,” he tried to explain, “Basically, he sends me emotions and a few times, what he’s looking at which are usually his toes.”
Now, there was a reason for this madness.
“That explains it, the baby must have told you…”
“The baby doesn’t talk,” the former leader of Torchwood spoke as though he were an idiot.
“I know that, but he could have showed you with one of those pictures,” the Doctor countered, “Maybe he just looked straight down once instead of at his toes.”
As soon as the words left his lips, he could see how much he’d upset Jack.
“How can you believe in telepathy, Cat People, people in general and not this? Why could the fact that we might have been wrong about the after-life be so difficult to believe? I don’t think you want to believe in it, I think it makes it easier for you to feel sorry for yourself that you’re the only one in charge of the universe when there might be more to it than that. Maybe death isn’t the final journey, maybe there’s something else to look forward to,” the other man spat and rubbed his belly again.
“Why do you want to believe so badly? You’ve died, you’ve seen the darkness for yourself,” he countered because he didn’t understand it.
“Because it feels better to think that they’re still there somewhere, just waiting for everyone else to arrive. Maybe that’s why we’ve only seen the darkness; we’ve never died and stayed dead,” Jack argued and winced in pain. The Doctor reached for his sonic screwdriver.
“I’m fine, he’s just upset that we’re fighting,” he explained, “He can hear every word.”
“Sorry, baby,” the Doctor apologized although he stuck by his arguments. As much as he'd love the thought that they were all there somewhere where he could see them again someday, he couldn’t comprehend how there could be anything more than this, or any other force at work. If there was, why was his job so hard?
**********************************************************
In contrast, the next seven weeks flew by until he knocked on Jack’s door and it opened. Jack was on his bed with a book and there was a new door to the left.
“I didn’t remember a loo there before,” he remarked and the other shook his head.
“I have to wee every fifteen minutes so she thought that was easier,” the man explained, rubbing his bump which was bigger than the Doctor could have ever thought possible.
“It’s past forty weeks, don’t you think it’s time for him to come out?” he asked while sticking his hands in his brown trouser pockets.
“He hasn’t told me that and if he’s not ready, that’s fine, I can wait. The longer he can stay in, the better it’ll be, right?” the other responded and the Time Lord sighed.
“Until he grows too big to share the space with your internal organs and things go wrong,” he reminded him.
“Nothing will go wrong,” Jack spoke with the stubbornness of a two year old.
“Fine, I received a psychic message, but I don’t think it should take long,” he said and took out his right hand to pat his coat pocket, “I have my mobile so don’t hesitate to call me, yes?”
With a nod, the Doctor left him for Earth in 1969.
“Luckily, that didn’t take very long, only an hour or so!” he called out in case the expectant parent was in hearing range, “Turns out that Martha got tired of waiting for Sally Sparrow, did I tell you about her? Anyway, so Martha had sent the message but since I know it all works out, I came back here without interfering. Jack?”
He could just still be in bed as he had been the last few days, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong especially when a warning siren started sounding. For a second, he even thought he saw an Ood. Then, in the hallway, he found the man unconcious on the floor with blood running down the over-sized trousers.
“Jack, you stupid prat! Wake up!” he yelled and tried slapping his face, “We’re going to have to deliver the baby now.”
June 4th, 2009