Chaos Theory in Vortex Orbits in Relative Dimensions in Time and Space by earlgreytea68 (Teen)
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Fandom: DOCTOR WHO
Pairing: Doctor/Rose
Length: ~87,600
Author on LJ: earlgreytea68
Author Website: A Chaosverse Chronology
Why this must be read:
Baby!fic is one of those things that pretty much every reader in fandom has their mind made up about; love it, or hate it, there's usually no middle ground for many people when it comes to adding children to the mix. I'll admit that the genre has its fair share of Mary Sues, Gary Stus, and OOC-ness, but this is not one of those fics. earlgreytea68's original characters will steal your heart with their personalities, and all around antics, but, don't fret this author doesn't make the mistake of short-changing the canon characters so she can put the spotlight on her creations. The Doctor, Rose, and Jackie all shine in this story, their voices and interactions with one another are pitch perfect; furthermore I promise there's no baby induced OOC-ness, this author knows her characters and all actions taken by them fits with the people we have watched and over-analyzed on the tv show.
This piece of fan fiction has been previously described as 'the ultimate Doctor/Rose baby!fic', and you're a fan of this pairing this story is a must-read. But even if Doctor/Rose is not normally your cup of tea, take my advice and give this one a try. I promise you will not regret it.
“Doctor,” she asked, “can Time Lords and humans, um…”
He thought she’d realized he was busy and decided against bothering him, so he was caught unawares when she kicked his ribs not-so-gently.
“Rose, I’m trying to-”
“Resonate concrete?” she asked, scathingly.
He blinked at her in confusion as he slid briefly out from underneath the console. “What?”
“Are you listening to me?”
“Of course I’m listening to you,” he assured her, wondering if the trans-multi-mono-duo-temporal switch would respond better to setting 32224-A.
“Can Time Lords and humans…” She made a vague gesture with her hands, sort of bringing them together and waving them around each other.
He stared at her. “Rose,” he sighed, and slid back under the console. “Honestly. What is it you think we do together? Of course they can.”
“No, not that.” Rose muttered something, then said, loudly, “Can they have a baby?”
The Doctor sighed. Like he felt like getting into that. “Yes, they can, under certain conditions and in certain circumstances and let’s not get into it.” He didn’t mind lecturing about anything and everything, but he could think of nothing less interesting than the particular biological complexities of Time Lord and human reproduction.
And then a few days later, there were questions while he was trying to determine why the Frum Capacitator kept shuddering and jerking instead of just working, as would have been preferable.
“Doctor.”
He grunted around the sonic screwdriver in his mouth to encourage her to go on.
“What are the symptoms of a Time Lord pregnancy?”
He took the sonic screwdriver out of his mouth. “What?” he asked.
“I mean, are they the same as normal, d’you think? I mean, would it be the same sort of…Like, nausea?”
“Time Lords don’t get pregnant, Rose.”
“Well, female Time Lords. Gallifreyans, then.”
“Gallifreyans, no, not as a general rule. There were Looms and do we have to talk about this now? I’ve got to fix this Frum Capacitator.” He put the sonic screwdriver in his mouth and closed his hands around the Frum Capacitator and tugged on it.
And then, when he was underneath the grating frowning at a disconnected wire and trying to remember what it had done and why it might be a problem that it had come disconnected, Rose sat on the edge of the grating and swung her legs back and forth and said, “What about doctors?”
“Doctors?” He looked at her briefly. “You mean, like, old me and…new new me?”
“No, I mean, like, medical doctors. Are you friends with any?”
“Friends with any?” Since when did he have friends?
“I mean, any you trust.”
“No, I don’t like hospitals, or…medical doctors. They…make me call them ‘doctor.’”
And then, when he had finally stopped fixing things for a moment and wishing Rose would appear with a cup of tea…Rose appeared.
With no cup of tea.
“What do you say about tea?” he asked her.
“Yeah, fine, I’ll have a cup.”
She’d totally missed the point. “No, I mean-”
“Doctor, can we visit my mum?”
He sighed. “Do we have to?”
“We haven’t been. In a while.” She walked her fingers up his arm, as if that was going to change his mind. “Please?” She leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “I’ll make you tea.”
Magic words. So Rose made him tea, and he set the course for her mum’s.
Rose ran off doing the shopping, and he puttered about the flat, flipping aimlessly through the nonsense on television but taking note of what it was so he could complain about it in great detail when Rose and her mum returned.
When they came back, they were laden with bags, and Jackie said to him, “Oh, that’s alright, don’t trouble yourself to get up and help us, oh, no!” and he shrugged and switched the station.
Rose dropped her bags in the kitchen and came out to the parlour and perched on the seat of the sofa and leaned her head close to his. He leaned his close to hers instinctively, while focusing on the reality show he’d located.
“Well, it was hard doing without Mum seeing, but I managed to get a test,” she murmured. “Will it work, d’you think?”
“I dunno,” he replied. “A test for what?”
“A pregnancy test,” she clarified.
He looked at her in alarm. “Is your mum pregnant?”
Rose’s eyes widened. And then she swatted her hand across his arm. Rather hard.
“Ouch!” he exclaimed. “What was that for?”
She marched to the TARDIS, opened the door, and pointed. “In there,” she ordered. “Now.”
“Rose-” He gestured toward the television.
“Now.”
He groaned and dragged himself into the TARDIS. Rose slammed the door, stalked over to him, and shoved him.
“What’d I do?” he whined. “It’s not like your mum being pregnant is out of the question, is it? She’s not exactly, you know, a…” He took note of the thunderous look in Rose’s eyes and decided to amend his statement. “She’s a saint, your mum. Lovely woman. In fact, I was just saying the other day to the, uh, TARDIS, of course, that, er-”
“I’m pregnant, you idiot!” exclaimed Rose.
“I was saying she-You’re what?” He stared at her.
“Or I think I am. That’s why I have the test.” She held up the small chemist’s bag. “That’s why I’m trying to figure out if it’s going to work, because it isn’t exactly a normal pregnancy now, is it?”
“What are you talking about?” he asked, sounding strangled.
“I’ve been talking to you about this for days,” she said. “I asked you if it was possible, I asked about the symptoms, I tried to get you to take me to a doctor who wouldn’t be alarmed if I suddenly had a baby with two hearts-”
“You were asking me all those questions because you’re pregnant?” he screeched.
“Now who’s Mr. Thickety-thick-thick from Thicktown, Thickania?” Rose put her hands on his hips. “I’ve been sleeping more lately, haven’t you noticed?”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “Not really, no, I mean-”
“I’ve been all queasy. You even took me to that planet with the ginger-flavoured air, to ease it up-”
“I thought you had a…virus,” he said, lamely.
She rolled her eyes and stalked out of the control room. He collected himself and followed after her. She’d locked herself in their bathroom, and he knocked politely on the door. She answered it primly, allowing him in before she turned back and sat on the toilet, watching the test that she’d set on the counter by the sink.
“If you were pregnant, why didn’t you just say you were pregnant instead of asking a million questions?” he asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Because I had a million questions. And I didn’t know if it was true. I didn’t know if it could be true. That’s why I was asking questions.”
He sighed and sat himself on the bathroom floor in front of the sink, all long limbs that didn’t seem to quite fit in the small space without some rearranging. “How long do we have to wait for the test result?”
“You’re the Lord of Time, can’t you tell?”
“I’m not qualified to talk about babies. Human/Time Lord babies are not something we really…” He ruffled his hair.
She thought it might have been the first time she’d ever heard him admit to not being qualified to discuss something. That fact worried her immensely. It occurred to her that it was probably much easier to go through this with a human male.
He reached out, grasped her hand, and tugged until she slid off the toilet seat and onto his lap, cradled against him. She fit her head against the curve of his shoulder and watched as he pressed their hands together, measuring the respective lengths of their fingers, and it occurred to her that she wouldn’t have wanted to go through this with any other male.
“So how do you feel?” he asked, looking closely at their hands.
“Fine,” she answered.
“You’re not tired? Or queasy?”
“Well, I’m both, but I tend to be these days.”
He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. “Sorry I was…thick.”
She sighed. “No, that was my fault. I should be used to you by now. Got to flash it in neon lights along the control room if I want you to notice.”
He winced. “Don’t say things like that. The TARDIS likes you enough to let you do that.”
She was silent for a moment. “Do you think I can have it?” she whispered.
He threaded his fingers through hers carefully. “I don’t know.” A thought suddenly occurred to him, and he looked at her. “Do you want to have it?”
She looked steadily back at him. “Do you want me to?”
He waited to see which of them would blink first. He didn’t know why he did--it was always him. “I…” He looked away, frowning thoughtfully. The idea was so very new he could barely begin to comprehend it. But it seemed that a baby, with Rose, would be the most amazing thing. A baby. On the TARDIS. Could it even be done? And, if it could be, he thought, then it was going to be done on his TARDIS.
He looked back at her. “I think I do,” he said, sounding astonished to hear himself saying it.
She smiled. “I want it, too.” She gestured to the tears in her eyes. “This is just because of the hormones.”
He kissed her eyes closed, lapped up the tears on her eyelashes, then sat back. “I’m going to have to do research,” he realized.
“We don’t even know if it’s true yet.”
“D’you think the test’s ready?”
“Check. There’s a plus sign if I’m pregnant.”
He reached up, plucked the test off the counter, and looked at it closely.
“What does it say?” she asked. “I mean, I don’t even know if it will work, with our baby, so maybe-”
He pushed the test back onto the counter.
“Oh,” she said, at his continued silence. “Well, I mean, it probably-”
He stood, lifting her in his arms as if she weighed nothing and carrying her over to the bed.
“What are you-” she began, as he laid her onto it.
And then he startled into silence by pressing a reverent kiss into her belly.
“Oh,” she breathed, combing her hands through his hair as he rested there, breathing. Oh. Her mind processed. A baby. She’d been thinking this for days, but it was real now. They were having a baby. She was having an alien baby.
“I can’t believe I had you running from the Licorifixips the other day,” he mumbled against her.
“Doctor-”
He straightened, pulling the covers over her. She looked up at him in surprise.
“What are you-”
“You need to rest,” he said, sternly. “Rest and…think of names. Nothing too…human, if you can help it, is that okay?”
“What?” she said, in shock, and went to sit up. “I’m not-”
He pushed her back down, gentle but firm. “Rest.”
“I’m not going to rest. For nine months? Are you mad? I’ll die of boredom.”
“I’ll get you a Rubik’s cube,” he said, negligently.
“Doctor-” she huffed, impatiently.
He was walking toward the door. “You’re going to rest. Rest, relaxation, Rubik’s cube: the three ‘r’s of pregnant women.”
“And who’s going to tell my mother?” she asked, sitting up and folding her arms knowingly as he drew to a halt in the doorway.
“Ah.” He turned back to face her and pulled on his earlobe. “Yes. Rest, relaxation, Rubik’s cube-that all starts after you tell your mum.”
Chaos Theory in Vortex Orbits in Relative Dimensions in Time and Space
Fandom: DOCTOR WHO
Pairing: Doctor/Rose
Length: ~87,600
Author on LJ: earlgreytea68
Author Website: A Chaosverse Chronology
Why this must be read:
Baby!fic is one of those things that pretty much every reader in fandom has their mind made up about; love it, or hate it, there's usually no middle ground for many people when it comes to adding children to the mix. I'll admit that the genre has its fair share of Mary Sues, Gary Stus, and OOC-ness, but this is not one of those fics. earlgreytea68's original characters will steal your heart with their personalities, and all around antics, but, don't fret this author doesn't make the mistake of short-changing the canon characters so she can put the spotlight on her creations. The Doctor, Rose, and Jackie all shine in this story, their voices and interactions with one another are pitch perfect; furthermore I promise there's no baby induced OOC-ness, this author knows her characters and all actions taken by them fits with the people we have watched and over-analyzed on the tv show.
This piece of fan fiction has been previously described as 'the ultimate Doctor/Rose baby!fic', and you're a fan of this pairing this story is a must-read. But even if Doctor/Rose is not normally your cup of tea, take my advice and give this one a try. I promise you will not regret it.
“Doctor,” she asked, “can Time Lords and humans, um…”
He thought she’d realized he was busy and decided against bothering him, so he was caught unawares when she kicked his ribs not-so-gently.
“Rose, I’m trying to-”
“Resonate concrete?” she asked, scathingly.
He blinked at her in confusion as he slid briefly out from underneath the console. “What?”
“Are you listening to me?”
“Of course I’m listening to you,” he assured her, wondering if the trans-multi-mono-duo-temporal switch would respond better to setting 32224-A.
“Can Time Lords and humans…” She made a vague gesture with her hands, sort of bringing them together and waving them around each other.
He stared at her. “Rose,” he sighed, and slid back under the console. “Honestly. What is it you think we do together? Of course they can.”
“No, not that.” Rose muttered something, then said, loudly, “Can they have a baby?”
The Doctor sighed. Like he felt like getting into that. “Yes, they can, under certain conditions and in certain circumstances and let’s not get into it.” He didn’t mind lecturing about anything and everything, but he could think of nothing less interesting than the particular biological complexities of Time Lord and human reproduction.
And then a few days later, there were questions while he was trying to determine why the Frum Capacitator kept shuddering and jerking instead of just working, as would have been preferable.
“Doctor.”
He grunted around the sonic screwdriver in his mouth to encourage her to go on.
“What are the symptoms of a Time Lord pregnancy?”
He took the sonic screwdriver out of his mouth. “What?” he asked.
“I mean, are they the same as normal, d’you think? I mean, would it be the same sort of…Like, nausea?”
“Time Lords don’t get pregnant, Rose.”
“Well, female Time Lords. Gallifreyans, then.”
“Gallifreyans, no, not as a general rule. There were Looms and do we have to talk about this now? I’ve got to fix this Frum Capacitator.” He put the sonic screwdriver in his mouth and closed his hands around the Frum Capacitator and tugged on it.
And then, when he was underneath the grating frowning at a disconnected wire and trying to remember what it had done and why it might be a problem that it had come disconnected, Rose sat on the edge of the grating and swung her legs back and forth and said, “What about doctors?”
“Doctors?” He looked at her briefly. “You mean, like, old me and…new new me?”
“No, I mean, like, medical doctors. Are you friends with any?”
“Friends with any?” Since when did he have friends?
“I mean, any you trust.”
“No, I don’t like hospitals, or…medical doctors. They…make me call them ‘doctor.’”
And then, when he had finally stopped fixing things for a moment and wishing Rose would appear with a cup of tea…Rose appeared.
With no cup of tea.
“What do you say about tea?” he asked her.
“Yeah, fine, I’ll have a cup.”
She’d totally missed the point. “No, I mean-”
“Doctor, can we visit my mum?”
He sighed. “Do we have to?”
“We haven’t been. In a while.” She walked her fingers up his arm, as if that was going to change his mind. “Please?” She leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “I’ll make you tea.”
Magic words. So Rose made him tea, and he set the course for her mum’s.
Rose ran off doing the shopping, and he puttered about the flat, flipping aimlessly through the nonsense on television but taking note of what it was so he could complain about it in great detail when Rose and her mum returned.
When they came back, they were laden with bags, and Jackie said to him, “Oh, that’s alright, don’t trouble yourself to get up and help us, oh, no!” and he shrugged and switched the station.
Rose dropped her bags in the kitchen and came out to the parlour and perched on the seat of the sofa and leaned her head close to his. He leaned his close to hers instinctively, while focusing on the reality show he’d located.
“Well, it was hard doing without Mum seeing, but I managed to get a test,” she murmured. “Will it work, d’you think?”
“I dunno,” he replied. “A test for what?”
“A pregnancy test,” she clarified.
He looked at her in alarm. “Is your mum pregnant?”
Rose’s eyes widened. And then she swatted her hand across his arm. Rather hard.
“Ouch!” he exclaimed. “What was that for?”
She marched to the TARDIS, opened the door, and pointed. “In there,” she ordered. “Now.”
“Rose-” He gestured toward the television.
“Now.”
He groaned and dragged himself into the TARDIS. Rose slammed the door, stalked over to him, and shoved him.
“What’d I do?” he whined. “It’s not like your mum being pregnant is out of the question, is it? She’s not exactly, you know, a…” He took note of the thunderous look in Rose’s eyes and decided to amend his statement. “She’s a saint, your mum. Lovely woman. In fact, I was just saying the other day to the, uh, TARDIS, of course, that, er-”
“I’m pregnant, you idiot!” exclaimed Rose.
“I was saying she-You’re what?” He stared at her.
“Or I think I am. That’s why I have the test.” She held up the small chemist’s bag. “That’s why I’m trying to figure out if it’s going to work, because it isn’t exactly a normal pregnancy now, is it?”
“What are you talking about?” he asked, sounding strangled.
“I’ve been talking to you about this for days,” she said. “I asked you if it was possible, I asked about the symptoms, I tried to get you to take me to a doctor who wouldn’t be alarmed if I suddenly had a baby with two hearts-”
“You were asking me all those questions because you’re pregnant?” he screeched.
“Now who’s Mr. Thickety-thick-thick from Thicktown, Thickania?” Rose put her hands on his hips. “I’ve been sleeping more lately, haven’t you noticed?”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “Not really, no, I mean-”
“I’ve been all queasy. You even took me to that planet with the ginger-flavoured air, to ease it up-”
“I thought you had a…virus,” he said, lamely.
She rolled her eyes and stalked out of the control room. He collected himself and followed after her. She’d locked herself in their bathroom, and he knocked politely on the door. She answered it primly, allowing him in before she turned back and sat on the toilet, watching the test that she’d set on the counter by the sink.
“If you were pregnant, why didn’t you just say you were pregnant instead of asking a million questions?” he asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Because I had a million questions. And I didn’t know if it was true. I didn’t know if it could be true. That’s why I was asking questions.”
He sighed and sat himself on the bathroom floor in front of the sink, all long limbs that didn’t seem to quite fit in the small space without some rearranging. “How long do we have to wait for the test result?”
“You’re the Lord of Time, can’t you tell?”
“I’m not qualified to talk about babies. Human/Time Lord babies are not something we really…” He ruffled his hair.
She thought it might have been the first time she’d ever heard him admit to not being qualified to discuss something. That fact worried her immensely. It occurred to her that it was probably much easier to go through this with a human male.
He reached out, grasped her hand, and tugged until she slid off the toilet seat and onto his lap, cradled against him. She fit her head against the curve of his shoulder and watched as he pressed their hands together, measuring the respective lengths of their fingers, and it occurred to her that she wouldn’t have wanted to go through this with any other male.
“So how do you feel?” he asked, looking closely at their hands.
“Fine,” she answered.
“You’re not tired? Or queasy?”
“Well, I’m both, but I tend to be these days.”
He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. “Sorry I was…thick.”
She sighed. “No, that was my fault. I should be used to you by now. Got to flash it in neon lights along the control room if I want you to notice.”
He winced. “Don’t say things like that. The TARDIS likes you enough to let you do that.”
She was silent for a moment. “Do you think I can have it?” she whispered.
He threaded his fingers through hers carefully. “I don’t know.” A thought suddenly occurred to him, and he looked at her. “Do you want to have it?”
She looked steadily back at him. “Do you want me to?”
He waited to see which of them would blink first. He didn’t know why he did--it was always him. “I…” He looked away, frowning thoughtfully. The idea was so very new he could barely begin to comprehend it. But it seemed that a baby, with Rose, would be the most amazing thing. A baby. On the TARDIS. Could it even be done? And, if it could be, he thought, then it was going to be done on his TARDIS.
He looked back at her. “I think I do,” he said, sounding astonished to hear himself saying it.
She smiled. “I want it, too.” She gestured to the tears in her eyes. “This is just because of the hormones.”
He kissed her eyes closed, lapped up the tears on her eyelashes, then sat back. “I’m going to have to do research,” he realized.
“We don’t even know if it’s true yet.”
“D’you think the test’s ready?”
“Check. There’s a plus sign if I’m pregnant.”
He reached up, plucked the test off the counter, and looked at it closely.
“What does it say?” she asked. “I mean, I don’t even know if it will work, with our baby, so maybe-”
He pushed the test back onto the counter.
“Oh,” she said, at his continued silence. “Well, I mean, it probably-”
He stood, lifting her in his arms as if she weighed nothing and carrying her over to the bed.
“What are you-” she began, as he laid her onto it.
And then he startled into silence by pressing a reverent kiss into her belly.
“Oh,” she breathed, combing her hands through his hair as he rested there, breathing. Oh. Her mind processed. A baby. She’d been thinking this for days, but it was real now. They were having a baby. She was having an alien baby.
“I can’t believe I had you running from the Licorifixips the other day,” he mumbled against her.
“Doctor-”
He straightened, pulling the covers over her. She looked up at him in surprise.
“What are you-”
“You need to rest,” he said, sternly. “Rest and…think of names. Nothing too…human, if you can help it, is that okay?”
“What?” she said, in shock, and went to sit up. “I’m not-”
He pushed her back down, gentle but firm. “Rest.”
“I’m not going to rest. For nine months? Are you mad? I’ll die of boredom.”
“I’ll get you a Rubik’s cube,” he said, negligently.
“Doctor-” she huffed, impatiently.
He was walking toward the door. “You’re going to rest. Rest, relaxation, Rubik’s cube: the three ‘r’s of pregnant women.”
“And who’s going to tell my mother?” she asked, sitting up and folding her arms knowingly as he drew to a halt in the doorway.
“Ah.” He turned back to face her and pulled on his earlobe. “Yes. Rest, relaxation, Rubik’s cube-that all starts after you tell your mum.”
Chaos Theory in Vortex Orbits in Relative Dimensions in Time and Space