Helloooo I am here!

Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry i am soo Sorry for updating like 3 months later, ive had soo much to do. imbetween coursework for sociology and english and a whole lot of other things, i have been really busy. i promise to try and update sooner this time.

Heres the second chappie of this story, which im finding =very difficult to write, so i hope u enjoy!

Disclaimer: Don't own a damned thing.

PREVIOUSLY…

But she felt it, something tiny, insignificant, like a ticking bomb somewhere in the room. She looked over at the doctor; he was now playing about with the controls getting the TARDIS ready for flight. She sighed, it was probably nothing anyway. She turned to sit on one of the jump seats and her breath caught in her throat, there it was the ticking bomb, a baby.

What? Am I seeing things?

Rose rubbed her eyes with her knuckles fiercely. Nope. This did nothing but make her eyes go a little fuzzy for a moment, but when she opened them, baby was still there, staring. She couldn't tell whether it was a boy or a girl, all she could distinguish was the eyes. The baby stared at Rose with adorable blue eyes that made her melt. She soon realised that it was a girl, but the baby kept re-inventing itself before her eyes. First she was dark with the same blue eyes and light brown hair, then she was a little lighter, still the same blue eyes but with jet-black, longer hair. Finally she settled and she was pale with very blonde hair that came to her neck, and still the same eyes that had Rose in a transfixed stare. Rose had started to think that she was dreaming. This kind of stuff didn't regularly happen in her dreams but hey! What other explanation was there? Rose hadn't taken her eyes of the baby ever since she saw her, as she was watching she started to feel a little funny, a sort of churning in the stomach. Now the baby had stopped changing her appearance, she felt a little lightheaded. It was as though the baby had some sort of affect on her. Baby hadn't taken her eyes off Rose either, as if to show her she was trustworthy.

"So, you ready?"

The doctor's excited voice sharpened her senses and brought her out of the mini trance she was in. She looked over at him to see he was smiling at her, his eyes expectant, patient, probably waiting for an answer to his last question. All she could do was stare back, dumbly. She should tell him that there was a baby in the TARDIS! What would they do with her? Rose knew that the doctor had an issue with kids and he would tell her that they should send her back. But to where? They didn't know where she had come from. Then what were they going to do with her? Give her to some stranger alien family? No. They would find a way to work it all out. She just had to tell him first. Rose tried to open her mouth to tell him that there was an immaculate baby on board but it was as though some invisible force had clamped her mouth shut. She could hardly breathe, let alone talk.

"No." a foreign voice whispered in her head. "You can't tells him. He wont keeps me." Rose turned back to the baby; panic now written all over her face. What had just gone on?! Was she going a little mad? 'It's all this bloody time travel', she thought wryly, 'it's driving me barmy.' But she knew that the voice she heard in her head wasn't hers. It was the baby's. But -? Ok, first of all, she knew that some babies could take your breath away with their cuteness but this was crazy. Nothing like that had ever happened literally. Second, she knew that babies, as small as this one was, couldn't talk so who the hells' voice was that in her head if it wasn't her own? And finally, even if baby could talk, by some insane miracle, she couldn't also be a telepath! Baby's blue eyes were now boring into hers and Rose suddenly started to feel a lot fainter; she stared at the baby in horror. Ok maybe not so immaculate after all. What was she doing to her?

The doctor had to admit, all he was trying to do was get Rose off his back, she couldn't she wouldn't get into his mind. He couldn't let her know how he felt, what would she think of him. He was old and she deserved someone youthful, someone who could give her a good life. Someone she could grow old with. He had already grown old. She deserved someone she could die with. He wasn't it. So, he turned away from her beautiful hazel eyes and started babbling about bananas - a defence mechanism. He didn't mean to always shut her out; it's just that those eyes always made it hard for him to refuse her. Sometimes he just wanted to throw himself down at her feet, whenever she looked disappointed that he wouldn't tell her about his life, and tell her all the things he has had to go through and all the things he has done. He knew, however, that this information would tear her apart, disgust her. She'd want to run away and he didn't think he would be able to live if that happened.

No, it was better that she didn't know.

As he strolled into the consol room, still babbling, (his mouth still working while his brain was whizzing away) he saw out of the corner of his eye Rose searching for something. She looked worried, possibly scared and she appeared to be searching everywhere. He thought nothing of it; she always lost her possessions somewhere in the TARDIS. He would help her look for whatever it was later. He needed a distraction and an adventure was the perfect distraction for unrequited feelings.

He started fumbling with the controls, prepping the TARDIS for flight.

"So, you ready?" he asked her staring into her hazel eyes. He saw absence, which was not like Rose she was almost always present whenever he was speaking to her, except when he was babbling. Which, he realised with a start, he was. He shut his mouth, finally, and stood there waiting for her to realise he had stopped babbling and asked a question, she was probably still thinking about that item she lost. Now realising that it meant a lot to her, he vowed to help her look for it.

And then all of a sudden he heard a breathy voice in his head. Now he, being a rather handsome and amazing timelord, heard things in his head every moment of every day. It was one of his many burdens, but this little voice shocked him out of decorum. "No." the soft voice said, and to the doctor's horror he realised it was a child's voice. "You cant tells him. He wont keeps me." As if the voice hadn't been suspicious, the language proved it. It belonged to a child, but where it? The voice didn't sound distant like all the others he's heard in his head. It sounded close to home, very close. Closer to home than he was comfortable with. In the TARDIS. He turned to stare at Rose, to see if she had noticed anything. That's when his suspicions were confirmed, she was looking, with horror, at something on the chair and then all of a sudden, sunk, as if in slow motion, to the floor.

Yes i am very evil for leaving it here, sorry but its for a reason, apologies again for updating so late. xx

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