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ladyoftimeThere were things that simply Did Not Happen to the Doctor. Walking away from an adventure. Losing the keys to the TARDIS. Taking a job at McDonalds, even if it meant nicking those little Happy Meal toys and nobody noticing.
Waking up pregnant, the Doctor had always thought, was so ridiculously impossible it didn’t even deserve inclusion into the list of things that Did Not Happen. So, naturally, it did.
Nostrovite, she thought darkly, and stomped off to the bathroom to throw up.
Waiting rooms were not the best place to spend an hour and a half. The name was right, she had to admit, and that drawn, hopeless look of despair on her fellow waiters certainly fit, but she could’ve spent a much more productive hour and a half at a library or even a bowling alley.
It was ridiculous, really, a Time Lord forced to wait like this. The Doctor sighed loudly and turned to the woman next to her. “Been waiting long?”
The woman didn’t bat an eyelash- understandably, the Doctor thought, considering the amount of makeup she’d piled onto them. “Since eight,” she said, not bothering to look up from her magazine.
A quick calculation revealed a three hour wait. The Doctor groaned and began counting ceiling tiles.
“It’s not mine,” she was attempting to explain to her obstetrician.
After waiting five bloody hours she ought to have got a more understanding one, she thought. He smiled kindly and patted her hand condescendingly. “Holding it for a friend, are you?”
“More of a passing acquaintance It doesn’t matter, the parents are dead now. Don’t look at me like that, they weren’t particularly pleasant to know. Nostrovites. Sort of you and me and it and Doctor makes four. Why are you looking at me like that?”
He frowned. “If you need someone to talk to about this, I’m sure I can give you a recommendation.”
“I knew I shouldn’t have gone to a human,” she muttered, and eased herself off the examining table. “I’ll be off now. Send my bill to UNIT.”
The room rocked with an explosion. The Doctor grabbed hold of the doorframe and glared menacingly at the window, where thirty Judoon marched past the building, armed and ready for trouble.
“I’m on break,” she insisted, and viciously gnawed the head off a jelly baby. “These would go really well with pickled okra, don’t you think?”
“I don’t think-“
“No time!” Impatiently, she grabbed his hand and yanked him towards the door. “We have a hospital to save; where’s your sense of priority?”
“Let me get this straight,” the obstetrician said slowly. “These-“
“Judoon,” the Doctor supplied helpfully.
“Judoon, yes, they’re from outer space. And they came here, to find-“
“Jessie James, the notorious baby thief.”
“Her, yes, right. And she-“
“Was one of your patients for a while. You remember, the one with the skull and bones earrings?”
“Yes,” he said heavily. “I remember.”
“But she’s caught now,” she said, munching on a bag of crisps she’d pulled from God-Knew-Where. “So it’s all right again.”
“But did you have to blow up the building to do it?”
A black crater in the earth, gaping like a lost tooth, rested just a few feet beyond them. The Doctor crossed her arms and glared impatiently. “If I hadn’t, the Judoon would have. It wasn’t doing anyone any good anyway. Smelled odd. Took forever to get an appointment, even with time traveling.”
(And he thought: She’s an alien. My god, she’s a pregnant alien with alien hormones and mood swings and cravings.)
“You know,” the Doctor said thoughtfully, “I’ve a month or two before I can safely deliver this baby. I could do with a doctor around. What do you say, obstetrician? Ever wanted to see the universe?”
“Well,” he said slowly. “I-”
“Fantastic!” she said, grabbing hold of his hand and dragging him towards the TARDIS with determination equal to that of a steamroller. “We have work to do!”
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Prompt: 224 - mad
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Waking up pregnant, the Doctor had always thought, was so ridiculously impossible it didn’t even deserve inclusion into the list of things that Did Not Happen. So, naturally, it did.
Nostrovite, she thought darkly, and stomped off to the bathroom to throw up.
Waiting rooms were not the best place to spend an hour and a half. The name was right, she had to admit, and that drawn, hopeless look of despair on her fellow waiters certainly fit, but she could’ve spent a much more productive hour and a half at a library or even a bowling alley.
It was ridiculous, really, a Time Lord forced to wait like this. The Doctor sighed loudly and turned to the woman next to her. “Been waiting long?”
The woman didn’t bat an eyelash- understandably, the Doctor thought, considering the amount of makeup she’d piled onto them. “Since eight,” she said, not bothering to look up from her magazine.
A quick calculation revealed a three hour wait. The Doctor groaned and began counting ceiling tiles.
“It’s not mine,” she was attempting to explain to her obstetrician.
After waiting five bloody hours she ought to have got a more understanding one, she thought. He smiled kindly and patted her hand condescendingly. “Holding it for a friend, are you?”
“More of a passing acquaintance It doesn’t matter, the parents are dead now. Don’t look at me like that, they weren’t particularly pleasant to know. Nostrovites. Sort of you and me and it and Doctor makes four. Why are you looking at me like that?”
He frowned. “If you need someone to talk to about this, I’m sure I can give you a recommendation.”
“I knew I shouldn’t have gone to a human,” she muttered, and eased herself off the examining table. “I’ll be off now. Send my bill to UNIT.”
The room rocked with an explosion. The Doctor grabbed hold of the doorframe and glared menacingly at the window, where thirty Judoon marched past the building, armed and ready for trouble.
“I’m on break,” she insisted, and viciously gnawed the head off a jelly baby. “These would go really well with pickled okra, don’t you think?”
“I don’t think-“
“No time!” Impatiently, she grabbed his hand and yanked him towards the door. “We have a hospital to save; where’s your sense of priority?”
“Let me get this straight,” the obstetrician said slowly. “These-“
“Judoon,” the Doctor supplied helpfully.
“Judoon, yes, they’re from outer space. And they came here, to find-“
“Jessie James, the notorious baby thief.”
“Her, yes, right. And she-“
“Was one of your patients for a while. You remember, the one with the skull and bones earrings?”
“Yes,” he said heavily. “I remember.”
“But she’s caught now,” she said, munching on a bag of crisps she’d pulled from God-Knew-Where. “So it’s all right again.”
“But did you have to blow up the building to do it?”
A black crater in the earth, gaping like a lost tooth, rested just a few feet beyond them. The Doctor crossed her arms and glared impatiently. “If I hadn’t, the Judoon would have. It wasn’t doing anyone any good anyway. Smelled odd. Took forever to get an appointment, even with time traveling.”
(And he thought: She’s an alien. My god, she’s a pregnant alien with alien hormones and mood swings and cravings.)
“You know,” the Doctor said thoughtfully, “I’ve a month or two before I can safely deliver this baby. I could do with a doctor around. What do you say, obstetrician? Ever wanted to see the universe?”
“Well,” he said slowly. “I-”
“Fantastic!” she said, grabbing hold of his hand and dragging him towards the TARDIS with determination equal to that of a steamroller. “We have work to do!”
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