Chapter Thirteen

The Doctor lay beside Rose as she slept peacefully in the bed. They were able to have sex twice before both of them decided to take a break. Rose cuddled with the Doctor until her eyes grew heavy and she drifted off to sleep with her arm draped across his chest. The Doctor stared up at the ceiling, wondering if anyone was still watching them now that they were finished. He could imagine the rude comments made by Ortha and the others about how the great Time Lord just shagged an ape and it filled him with rage inside, both that and the fact that they had been put on display and forced to copulate for the amusement of others.

He glanced at Rose and the rage dissipated a bit as he gazed at her beautiful face. It seemed like for the past couple of centuries he ended up married by accident or against his will. He accidentally married Elizabeth the 1st and Marilyn Monroe and as for River, it was get married to her or else all of time would unravel. He had loved River in her own way but he still didn't like being pressured into marriage and now it had happened again. For someone who had sworn to be a lifelong bachelor after his Gallifreyan first wife died in his youth, he was doing a lousy job of keeping that promise.

Rose stirred in her sleep and slowly opened her eyes. She looked at the Doctor and smiled when she noticed he was watching her.

"Sorry, bit knackered," she said.

"S'alright, just thinking while you slept," the Doctor said.

"About what?" Rose said, caressing his side.

"About how surreal all this is," the Doctor admitted as he stared at the ceiling.

"Yeah," Rose said, nodding. "I mean I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I'm your wife now. Seems odd to me."

"You think it's odd for you?" the Doctor said. "I'm also trying to get used to the idea."

"I just never thought it would happen," Rose murmured as she ran her hand over his stomach. "I mean, I did fantasize but I never thought…"

The Doctor glanced at her when she trailed off and fell silent.

"Do you think it's possible I could get pregnant?" Rose finally said after a moment of silent reflection.

"Dunno. I've never gotten any human pregnant and on Gallifrey, all children were loomed."

Rose was a bit uncomfortable hearing that he had been with other women and had sex before but she reminded herself that there had been 900 years before she ever met him and the Doctor was entitled to have a sex life just as she was. Instead she concentrated on the other half of that sentence.

"How'd ya mean, loomed?" she asked him.

"Well, after the FALL OF THE PYTHIA…" he said, yelling out the last four words to the ceiling.

He grinned when Rose giggled at that and cleared his throat.

"After the Pythia were banished from Gallifrey, the last remaining Pythia supposedly put a curse on everyone and rendered them sterile from here on out."

"Seriously?" Rose said, raising her head. "And you believe that?"

"No, which is why I'm not sure if you won't get pregnant after doing this," the Doctor said. "But this is what was taught to us from a very early age. Anyway…supposedly to combat this and keep Gallifreyans from dying out, machines called looms were built and we were grown in them."

"Like the TARDISes," Rose said, rubbing his side as she leaned up on her elbow.

"In a way," the Doctor said, nodding. "Whether or not this whole sterilization thing is true, the looming was used as a way to control the population and in some cases, determine a person's occupation and status in life. Like the Time Lords, for instance. I was loomed to be a Time Lord which is why I call myself that rather than just Gallifreyan."

"But you are Gallifreyan as well?"

"I'm both. I'm Gallifreyan but I'm also Time Lord. A certain number were bred to be Time Lords at any one time. However, I'm an exception."


"I wasn't loomed to be a Time Lord but somehow I became one even though there were no orders given to make more."

"Wait. They were going to make you just an ordinary bloke but somehow the machine made you a Time Lord instead?"

"Dunno," the Doctor said, shaking his head. "Dunno what happened but that's how I left the machine. So they had to make room for me even though they were at capacity at the time."

"Sounds a bit facist to me, this genetic programming and determining what you could and couldn't do," Rose said.

"That's just the way our society was and the looming wasn't enslavement. People had a choice in what they could and couldn't do."

"Except you," Rose said. "You were made to be a Time Lord."

"I still rebelled and ran from it," the Doctor said. "I still had free will and I decided that I didn't want to be like the other Time Lords and sit by the sidelines and watch history without helping along the way. In that respect, I had a choice over my own life and despite what the nutters here think, I still do."

Rose was fascinated by all this. The Doctor rarely spoke about his past and his time on Gallifrey so she tried to encourage him to speak about it some more. But he fell silent again for several minutes and she just concentrated on stroking his body and gazing down at him.

"I have a navel as well," the Doctor finally said just when Rose figured that was the end of it. "I was created but I have a navel."

"So they added navels when the loomed you?" Rose said.

"No. No one had a navel except me," the Doctor said.

Rose frowned as the Doctor watched her reaction to that.

"How?" she asked.

"Again, I don't know. No one had a navel since before the looms but somehow I managed to have one. I was teased unmercifully for it. People called me…"

He caught himself and eyed Rose suspiciously.

"Yes? Go on," Rose said with a gleam in her eye. "What'd they call ya?"

"Suddenly, I remember that you call me Bob now," he said while Rose giggled.

"Come on, I won't tell a soul," Rose said innocently.

The Doctor eyed her while Rose gave him a toothy grin. He glanced up at the ceiling for a moment.

"Eh, you probably won't remember anyway when you go back to your timeline," he said, beckoning to her to move her head closer.

Rose eagerly put her ear against his mouth.

"Snail and Wormhole," he whispered.

Rose bust out laughing at that while the Doctor instantly regretted his decision to tell her.

"Aw, that's so cute," Rose said, leaning back on her elbow again. "I like both your nicknames. I'll have to make sure I get that firmly in my memory so I can use them when I see you again in the past."

"Not if I have anything to say about it," the Doctor said while Rose sniggered. "I'll hoover your entire mind just to get that information out of your head."

Rose grinned and leaned into his ear.

"Now, now, Wormhole, don't be such a sour puss," she whispered.

"Sometimes, Rose, you really are irritating," the Doctor said while Rose sniggered and snorted out laughter.

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