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If you were to happen by a conveniantly unspecified park, you would find a very pregnant Doctor munching on a sardine ice cream cone.

{Open RP. Have at.}

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Even pregnant, Sarah's favorite ice cream flavour still remains chocolate. But today she doesn't have an ice cream clone.

In fact, she doesn't even recognize the Doctor as she sits down on a bench next to the woman and sighs.

Five months in, and Sarah's already sick of this. At the very least, it's a nice day in Cardiff?

There is a blink from the woman with ice cream.

"Sarah Jane?"

Sarah tilts her head, looking at the woman. Her hands rest on the bulge of her stomach and she grins softly.

"Do I know you?"

D:

"Yes! It's me!"

Beat.

"The Doctor!"

Sarah Jane wrinkles her nose, eyes narrowing.

"Doctor?"

Her polite grin grows tentative.

"Is it really you?"

Slightly stricken, "Yes, of course it's me!"

Hormones affecting her emotions just a bit? NEVAR.

"Oh, it's so wonderful to see you again!"

And the Doctor gets a hug. Or as much of a hug as Sarah Jane can manage given their pregnant bellies.

That? Is also not quite the angry rant she had been planning out for months.

:D!

"I see you've met someone," the Doctor says eventually.

She flushes despite herself.

"It's, um, something like that." And then nods at the Doctor's stomach. "And you?"

Grumpily, "Only met him once, and good riddence."

"Lucky you."

"Not really."

>|

"So you're not on very good terms with yours?"

And again with the blush.

"It's... oh, it's complicated."

Beat.

"He's just very overprotective right now. Horribly so."

"Ah."

"You're welcome to come with me in the TARDIS for a bit."

She shakes her head.

"I'd rather be here."

Another pause. She's full of those lately.

"I'm... oh, it's going to sound daft, Doctor, but I'm doing this for him. He was against it but..." Shrug. "I wanted to. Go through with it, after it happened. It wasn't supposed to - we weren't supposed to be compatible - but this is his chance for a child. I couldn't deny him it."

Gently, "Who is he?"

"A man currently in hiding on Earth," Sarah says quietly. "And I fell in love with him. I didn't mean to, Doctor - not when I knew I had to get back to my own time. But I did."

"What species?"

What. She's just looking out for her Sarah.

"Roshkind."

Perhaps the one thing she despises most about this pregnancy is just how easily embarrassed she becomes.

"He's, actually, he's one of the sons of the former Empress."

"Classy."

(Yum, sardine ice cream!)

A shrug as Sarah glances down at her bump.

"I suppose we really ought to have been using protection after all." Beat. "And you, Doctor? What's your excuse?"

"I'm just carrying it for an unfriendly acquaintance."

See the bandage on her arm? It's a good guess her baby's conception wasn't as fun as yours, Sarah Jane.

Sarah eyes the bandage with a frown. It's a good guess indeed.

But, hey, no lecture!

Dryly, "Sounds absolutely wonderful."

Equally lacking in honesty, "Yes, I suppose."

D: D: D: She's almost done with her ice cream!

"Are you going to keep it?"

Blink.

"I hadn't thought of it. I suppose I was just planning to drop it off at some adoption centre or something."

Quietly, "I don't know if I could do that. Not after having my son inside of me for all these months."

"Well, it's only been a couple days."

Sarah quirks an eyebrow.

"Only a couple of days?"

"Yes."

Well, that's settled! :D

D:

Pout!

"Oh, not fair at all!"

Bwhut?

"Five months and counting."

"Congratulations!"

:D?

D:

"It's absolutely bloody awful, Doctor!" Sarah Jane complains, sighing and shaking her head. "I feel horribly fat and that only gets worse ever day. I'm not allowed to go on reconnaissance anymore and have to work from inside the Hub. And then? Oh, then there's the fact that I'm positively randy most of the time and he's all the way in Scotland and phone sex just simply isn't cutting it anymore!"

Grumpily, "It's not a picnic for me, either, Sarah Jane."

She can't run properly. D: D: D: D:

Edited 2008-04-08 18:08 (UTC)

"Five months!"

"You wanted him, didn't you?"

Grumpily, "Which him?"

"Both."

Slowly, "Yes."

Then: "But that doesn't mean I asked for this!"

Pointedly, "Neither did I."

"We weren't supposed to be compatible in this way!"

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