I've been so busy that I forgot to post this story on . It's already up on AO3, but here I am, submitting it here. I haven't worked on a story in a while. I know that this sort of thing has been done before, but I figured that I'd try to put my own spin on it. This is the first and will probably be the only story of this sort that I write. It's very ridiculous and I think that I will have fun writing it. Remember, reviews are love!

Title: Unexpected

Rating: T (may change in time)

Pairing: Twelfth Doctor/Clara Oswald, OC/OC

Summary: After years of trying, the Doctor and Clara are thrilled to finally be expecting another child. Unfortunately, it comes with a hitch. No one told them which one of them would be carrying it. Sequel to Unplanned. Parrotverse

Prologue

Domesticity was not something that the Doctor was overly fond of. Well, it had once been that way. Now he was happily in the role of a father to his and Clara's son, John Smith Oswald. It was a surprise to the Doctor how happy, healthy, and well-adjusted John was, especially considering who his parents were. It was no surprise that the five-year-old was exceptionally clever for his age, though. In that aspect, he was definitely his father's son. It could not be denied that the Doctor adored him. The Time Lord glanced across the table at his son, who was eating a bowl of cereal. He then glanced at the brown tabby Maine Coon with white markings. He could do without the cat, though. The Doctor didn't much care for cats. He glanced at his son's curly, brown hair. The boy could definitely use a trim.

The Doctor was quite happy with John most of the time and was more than pleased with his relationship with John's mother, Clara Oswald. He loved her deeply and he always would. Yes, the Doctor was content with his life. He still went on adventures with Clara and John, who had just turned five a few days ago. For his birthday, he had been taken to meet Mark Twain. When John looked up at him, the Doctor wondered what the boy was about to say. "Daddy?" the time tot questioned.

The Doctor frowned. John usually called him "the Doctor". He generally only called him "Daddy" when he had something to say that the Time Lord might not like. One occasion had been when he had discovered that John had taken in the cat, Simon. "What?" the Doctor asked.

"I know what I want for my next birthday." John informed his father.

"It's not another cat, is it?" the Doctor groaned.

"No." John replied. "It's not another cat."

"What is it, then?" The Doctor asked.

John, in a completely serious tone, said, "I want a baby brother."

The Doctor went completely pale. "You want a what?"

"I want a baby brother." John repeated. He then added, "I'd be okay with a baby sister, though."

The Doctor swallowed silently before turning to his bacon and eggs and saying, "I'll have to talk about it with your mother."

He doubted that Clara would want another child, as John had been enough of a handfull when he was younger. He was a very intelligent and well-behaved child now, but one never knew how a second child could behave. For all the Doctor knew, their second child could be a pudding-brained brat. Hopefully, John would forget the whole baby sibling thing eventually. The Doctor was nowhere near ready for a second child.

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Two Months Later

The Doctor, Clara, and John were on another interesting adventure. Well, as much as something could be called an adventure when they were on Lithurgis on a diplomatic thing with Thurviglia. The Doctor and Clara stood in a meeting room with a Lithurgian female whose skin was almost pure white with gold markings. It was none other Lithurgis' first female patriarch, Cisly Veknahi. Veknahi smiled and said, "It is good to see you again, Doctor. Might I offer my belated congratulations on the birth of your son?"

"Of course." the Doctor replied.

Veknahi nodded and said, "I suppose you know why I've called you here."

"You need the Doctor for a diplomatic thing." Clara answered.

"No, not the Doctor." Veknahi said in a serious tone.

"Good." the Doctor replied. "I don't exactly have the best relationship with the Queen of Thurviglia."

"That is why I need someone else as a go-between for my ambassador, Ezim Destana, and the Queen of Thurviglia." Veknahi explained.

"If you don't want the Doctor, then who do you want?" Clara asked.

Veknahi smiled and said, "You."

"Me?" Clara exclaimed. "I don't know anything about either of your cultures!"

"That is why you would be perfect." Veknahi explained. "The Queen of Thurviglia hates the Doctor."

Clara groaned and sighed, "How could this possibly be a good idea?"

Veknahi smiled at the human and said, "I have the utmost confidence in you, Clara Oswald."

Clara gave the Doctor a helpless look and the Time Lord said, "Better you than me. Believe it or not, you are capable of this."

Clara smiled at her lover and replied, "All right." She then turned to Veknahi and said, "I'll do it."

Veknahi clasped her hands together and said, "Wonderful!"

Clara turned to the Doctor and said in a very serious tone, "You'd better behave while I'm being a diplomat."

"When have I ever done otherwise?" the Doctor questioned. He then paused and added, "Never mind. Don't answer that."

"If it eases your mind, I will arrange for your Doctor and your son to have a guided tour of this fine city." Veknahi offered.

Clara sighed and said, "Against my better judgement, yes."

"Don't I have a say in this?" the Doctor protested.

"No." Clara deadpanned.

"Control freak." the Doctor grumbled.

"Yes, well, get used to it." Clara replied. "Besides, learning about this city would be good for John. Provided that you don't let him out of your sight."

"I won't let him out of my sight." the Doctor promised.

"I'll hold you to that." Clara said.

"I won't let you down." the Doctor responded.

"You'd better not." Clara said with a serious tone.

The Doctor raised one of his mighty brows at how serious Clara was. There was a brief silence before the Time Lord turned and left to return to the TARDIS to find his son.

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It took a while, but the Doctor and John finally escaped the guide that they had been assigned. They had currently stopped for lunch. The Doctor had ordered a bowl of vegetable and noodle soup and John had ordered chicken fingers and chips, or at least what passed for chicken and chips on Lithurgis since they didn't have potatoes or chickens. They were made of a blue, root-like vegetable that tasted a bit like potatoes. Instead of chickens, the locals used a native bird-like creature that tasted rather like a cross between chicken and duck. John looked up at the Doctor and asked, "Why did we leave the tour guide?"

"Because the tour guide is a complete pudding-brain and would only lead us to typical tourist traps." the Doctor replied. "I've been to this city, Lithergo, before. I happen to know a few hidden gems."

"Like this cafe?" John questioned, bouncing in his seat. "I like this food. This cafe is nice. Don't you think that this cafe is nice, Doctor? Where are we going next? Will it be a museum? I want to be a museum. What kind of museums are there here? I want to tell Mummy all about my day when I'm done!"

The Doctor held back a groan at his son's manic energy and hyperactivity. "Fine." he said. "Just don't tell you mother that I took you to a Starbucks earlier."

"I want another double shot espresso!" John announced.

"You are not getting any more caffeine." the Doctor said, exhasperated. "This time, I've learned my lesson."

"Okie dokie lokie!" John replied with a broad grin.

"You are also never watching My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic again." the Doctor said with a snort.

"You watch it, too." John argued. "I've seen your AppleDash fanfiction stash."

"You don't know what you're talking about." the Doctor scoffed.

"I won't tell Mummy about it." John said with a grin. "As long as you do something for me."

"You can't blackmail me, John." the Doctor snorted before asking, "Though I'm curious, what did you want me to do in exchange for your secrecy?"

"I want you to make me a baby brother or sister." John answered. "Simon says that Mummy doesn't have a baby inside her yet. When are you and Mummy to going to make a baby?"

"Damn that cat." the Doctor groaned.

"Well?" John said expectantly.

"I'll have to talk to your mother about it." the Doctor replied with a note of annoyance in his voice.

"Okay." John said with a nod. "I want a baby brother or sister by the time I turn seven."

"I can't make any promises." the Doctor said, reaching out and ruffling his son's messy curls.

"Doctor!" John groaned, batting his father's hand away. "Stop it!"

"You're lucky I'm not your mother, otherwise I'd be tickling you." The Doctor smirked.

"Not in front of other people!" John pleaded.

"Personally, I don't care what these idiots think." the Doctor said sincerely. "You shouldn't care, either."

"Oh." John replied simply. He then asked, "When are you going to ask Mummy about making a baby?"

"I'll talk to her later!" The Doctor groaned.

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Three Months Later

The Doctor stood up on tip-toes to try to reach high enough to properly access the console. Beside him, he could see his son, who happened to be taller than him now. "I thought you're not supposed to accept sweets from strangers." John said with a frown.

A scowl appeared on the Doctor's round, young face. In a child's voice that for some reason sounded even more Scottish, the de-aged Time Lord said, "I did not accept sweets from a stranger!"

"It looked like that to me." John replied.

"John, don't argue with your father." the Doctor said, an adorable look of concentration forming on his face. "It wasn't sweets. It was a free cake sample."

"It was a magic birthday cake that made you look like you're three years old." John said with an exasperated sigh. "I thought grown-ups weren't supposed to do that."

"There's no such thing as magic and you're never too old for free cake." the Doctor replied. "Remember that, John."

"Maybe I should tell Mummy about this." John said thoughtfully.

"Don't you dare!" The Doctor growled.

"I won't tell if you do one thing when you're a grown-up again." John said nonchalantly.

"Name it." the Doctor replied, sounding very annoyed.

"You and Mummy need to make me a baby brother." John said with a smirk.

The Doctor finished scanning the leftover crumbs of cake. "I think I've found an antidote." the Doctor said, feeling quite relieved. "I'll talk to your mother when this is over with."

"You'd better." John replied, folding his arms over his chest.

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Four Months Later

"Some people started singing it, not knowing what it was," Jack continued to sing loudly from the back of the car, "and they'll continue singing it forever just because it is the song that does not end! Yes it goes on and on my friend- sing it, Johnny!"

"Some people started singing it not knowing what it was!" John sang from the seat next to Jack, "And they'll continue singing it forever just because it is the song that does not end! Yes, it goes on and on my friend! Some people started singing it not knowing what it was, and they'll continue singing it forever just because-"

"It is the song that does not end!" Jack picked up where John left off. "Yes, it goes on and on my friend! Some people started singing it not knowing what it was, and they'll continue singing it forever just because it is the song that does not end! Yes it goes on and on my friend!"

John picked up the next verse. "Some people started singing it not knowing what it was, and they'll continue singing it forever just because it is the-"

"Please, please!" the Doctor groaned from the passenger side seat. "Just stop singing that song! You've been at it for three hours! I'll do anything if you just stop singing that song!"

John and Jack looked at each other and grinned. "Anything?" they both sing-songed.

"Yes, anything!" the Doctor snapped.

"Give me a baby brother, then." John said with a smirk.

The Doctor whipped around to look at the two passengers in the back seat. Jack grinned and said, "Well, you heard the man, Doc!"

"This is not the time for that kind of request!" the Doctor snapped.

"Well," Amelia said from the driver's seat, "They could always go back to singing that song that I taught them."

"Not that!" the Doctor shouted. "Anything but that!"

"All right, then." Amelia sighed. "Jack, John, find a different way to entertain yourselves."

"Got it." John replied. He then turned to Jack and said in a deep voice, "Hiya, Barbie!"

Jack grinned and replied in a high-pitched voice, "Hi, Ken!"

"Do you want to go for a ride?" John asked

"Sure, Ken!" Jack responded.

"Jump in!" John laughed.

Jack then began to sing, "I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world! Life in plastic, it's fantastic! You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere! Imagination, life is your creation!"

In a deep voice, John sang, "Come on Barbie, let's go party!"

The Doctor turned and rested his forehead against the passenger side window. "Kill me now!" he groaned.

"All this could be solved if you just agreed to give the boy a younger sibling." Amelia said with thinly veiled amusement in her voice.

"I'll talk to Clara about it when we get back from Legoland." the Doctor ground out.

"Legoland Florida." Amelia said knowingly. "You'll never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy."

"Shut up, Hernandez."

oooooooooooooooooooooooo

Seven Months Later

The Doctor felt as well as heard the cell door slam behind him. The energy links to the cuffs affixed to his wrists deactivated, leaving him lying on the flooor only with a pair of high-tech-looking bracelets on his wrists. His head was throbbing , though there was nothing that he could do it about the time. He brought a hand up and touched the lump on his scalp, wincing from the pain. His fingertips came away bloody. Those idiotic excuses for law enforcement officers must have wounded him when they knocked him out. He ached everywhere. He could feel bruises forming all over his body. His jacket was gone, he realized with great annoyance. He sat up and lifted up his shirt to see a large, boot print shaped bruise in stark relief against the pale skin over his ribs. Police brutality at its finest. What had he done to deserve such a treatment? Oh, yes. Now he remembered. He accidentally bumped a policeman with his elbow while walking past the man, who had flipped his lid, screamed, "Assault on an officer of the law!" and tased the Doctor while calling for his partner, who joined him in beating the ever-loving shit out of the Time Lord until a blow to the head knocked him out. What fun.

The Doctor jumped slightly when he heard a female voice with a thick New York accent say, "You okay there?"

The Doctor turned slightly to see a woman sitting on a bench in the same cell as him. She was about his height and rather slim. Her dark hair was very short, scarcely more than stubble, and she had a pair of rather compelling blue eyes. She wore a pair of dark blue jeans, black and white Converse trainers, a David Bowie T-shirt, and a black leather jacket that would have looked right at home on his Ninth incarnation. In fact, had he not known better, he would have said that the jacket was from his Ninth incarnation. That was not possible, though. He couldn't recall ever giving the jacket to anyone and he couldn't think of a reason why he would give it up in the future. The woman gave a frustrated sigh and once again said, "Answer me, Pops. Are you okay?"

"I am not 'Pops'." the Doctor said tersely. "I am the Doctor."

"Right, whatever." The woman replied. She then got up and walked over to the Doctor before extending her hand to help him up. "Nice to meet you, Doctor." she said with a grin. "I'm Jane Doe."

The Doctor, to his own surprise, took the woman's hand and allowed her to help him to his feet. He noticed that she also had cuff-bracelets on. The Time Lord raised a thick brow and said, "Well, Jane Doe, what are you in for?"

"Assaulting an officer of the law." Jane replied nonchalantly. "Totally trumped up charges, by the way. I just told him that his gun's safety was off. He got mad at me and accidentally shot himself in the foot. His partner tased me. You?"

"Same." The Doctor replied, "Only I accidentally elbowed a cop. He and his partner tased me and decided to see how many bruises they could put on one person."

"Yeah, I can see that." Jane said flatly. "You're getting quite the shiner on your left eye."

Oh, right. He hadn't even noticed the black eye he was developing. Jane sighed and said, "Come over here to the bench so I can take a look at the damage."

"I'll be fine" the Doctor huffed.

"Say that to the growing blood stain on that pretty, white shirt of yours." Jane said with a frown. "You're bleeding somewhere. I need to see how bad it is."

Jane Doe then grabbed the Doctor by the collar of his shirt and pulled him over to the bench, forcing him to sit down. The young woman began to examine the Time Lord. When she came to his scalp, she said, "Well, that's where the blood is coming from. You've got a laceration on your scalp that's bleeding pretty heavily. That's going to need attention."

"Well, I can't exactly get stitches in a jail cell!" the Doctor snapped.

"Stitches?" the woman scoffed. "Ha. I'll do you one better."

Jane pulled small device out of her pocket and unfolded something from it. She then held it a few inches from the Doctor's scalp, activating it with a whirring sound. "Sonic multi-tool," the woman explained, "setting 355: dermal regenerator."

"They let you keep a sonic multi-tool?" the Doctor questioned.

"Police incompetence." Jane replied with a shrug. "It doesn't have a blade on it. Don't ask me to open the doors or locks. They're sonic-proof. Ah- hold still!"

The Doctor quit fidgeting and allowed the woman to repair his scalp. After a few more seconds, Jane said, "There, all done!"

The Doctor felt his scalp and, as Jane Doe had said, there was some minor scarring. "Quite competently done, I'd say." the Time Lord commented. "Tell me, Jane Doe, are you some sort of doctor?"

Jane shrugged and said, "More of a mechanic, actually. Saving people is more of my older brother's calling. I just meddle and fix things."

"Ah, meddling." the Doctor chuckled. "Doctors can also be quite good at meddling."

"I suppose they do." Jane laughed. "My older brother definitely has meddled enough in my life over the years. Doctoring and mechanic-ing do require some degree of meddling. Better watch out for that if anyone you know wants to be a physician or a mechanic."

"I'd better keep an eye out, then." the Doctor said with thinly veiled amusement. "My son recently decided that he wants to be a physician when he grows up."

"Ah, kids." Jane sighed happily. "Gotta love 'em, but sometimes they drive you up the wall."

"Ah. I suppose you have children of your own, Jane Doe?" the Doctor questioned.

"Nope." Jane Replied. "Not my kids, but they're related to me. They've both decided that they want a baby brother."

"Oh, not the asking for a sibling!" the Doctor groaned.

"Let me guess, son asking for a baby brother?" Jane chuckled.

"Seven months." the Doctor said with an annoyed sigh. "He's been asking for a baby brother for the past seven months! Every time we're alone, he brings it up."

"Well you could just give him a baby sibling." Jane replied with a shrug. "You look like you have the energy and if your wife is up to it-"

"She's not my wife." the Doctor said with a frown.

"Yet." Jane chuckled knowingly. "Your girlfriend, then."

"She's not my girlfriend, either." the Doctor scowled.

"Whatever she is, what's stopping you?" Jane asked

The Doctor didn't know why he was telling this stranger this. Jane Doe probably wasn't even her real name. "My son was an accident. Clara and I, we both love him dearly, but I don't know if she'd want to have another child with me on purpose. We were luckly. All John got from me was the jaw, the curly hair, and- oh my- the ears."

Specifically, they were his Ninth incarnation's ears. He hadn't explained it yet to Clara, but sometimes if a Time Lord or a Time Lady who had previously regenerated had children naturally, there was a chance that the resulting child could inherit a trait or two from a past incarnation. "Well, if looks are what you're worried about, you're not that bad looking." Jane said with a roll of her eyes. "The personality could use some work, though."

The Doctor used his Attack Eyebrows. It had no effect on the woman. Jane sighed and said, "Look, if you two have kids, it'll all be just fine." the lanky woman smiled and placed a hand on the Doctor's forearm. "Imagine," she continued, "A little girl with curly, brown hair. She'll look just like her mom, only with your eyes and a few other examples of your better traits. She'll be sweet and clever. If you don't mind my saying it, she'll be brilliant. Your partner will continue to be an amazing mom and you'll be a great dad. John will make an amazing big brother."

A guard walked up to the cell door and pressed a button. The energy links to the cuffs re-engaged. The guard, stone-faced, said, "Whichever one of you is the Mechanic, you are free to go."

"That'd be me." Jane replied, standing up. "I'm the Mechanic."

When the mysterious woman walked over to the door and was let out, a thought occurred to the Doctor. "How did you know what my son's name is?" the Doctor demanded. "Who are you?"

The now cuff-free woman just grinned. As she walked away, Jane- no, not Jane, the Mechanic said in a cheerful voice, "So long, Doctor! I won't tell your not-girlfriend about your insecurities about your appearance, cross my heart! I'll see you in a few years!"

The Doctor was left alone in the cell. He was only able to speculate as to who the Mechanic actually was. By the time he was let out that evening, however, he was distracted by other things and had forgotten all about his mysterious cellmate. Well, as close as the Doctor could get to forgetting about something, anyway.

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Eleven Months Later- on a Saturday, 6:37 in the morning

"Camping?" the Doctor questioned.

"Camping!" John affirmed, bouncing in place on the Doctor and Clara's bed. "We should go camping! For the weekend!"

"John you are aware that you live in a time machine, aren't you?" The Doctor said with a frown. "Little things like weekdays and weekends mean nothing here."

Clara placed a hand on the Doctor's shoulder and said, "I think it's a great idea, John." She looked directly at the Doctor and said pointedly, "Don't you, Doctor?"

"I think it's an awful-" the Doctor saw the expression on Clara's face and amended his statement. "-an awfully good idea, Clara. Yes, John. Let's go camping."

"Okay!" John chirped. "I'll get ready!"

The time tot then hopped out of his parent's bed, off to get ready for the weekend. The Doctor groaned and asked, "What did I just agree to?"

"It could be fun." Clara suggested with a shrug. "John has never gone camping before."

"We slept outside when he was four!" the Doctor said with a greate deal of irritation.

"That's because we were stuck between civilization and the TARDIS." Clara replied. "You didn't listen to John's Wild Plants of Almathea book, ate the wrong berries, spent the next six hours hallucinating, and had explosive diarrhea for three days. You were very, very ill, Doctor!"

"It wasn't that bad!" the Doctor scoffed.

"You soiled six pairs of trousers!" Clara argued. "Two of them were never wearable again! You, being yourself, refused to admit that you were ill and nearly scared the life out of me when I found you unconscious in a pool of your own feces, passed out from dehydration! I had to follow written instructions in the med bay to attatch an IV bag to you to give you fluids! Doctor, you could have died!"

"From dehydration?" the Doctor scoffed. "Never. I have a more resiliant physiology than that."

"Doctor, for the sake of my sanity, could you at least take John camping on a planet where you are familiar with the local plants?" Clara asked.

The Doctor paused, a thoughtful expression on his face. Suddenly, he stood up. "I know of the perfect place!" he exclaimed.

The Doctor then left his bedroom to head straight for the TARDIS' wardrobe room. Three hours later, everyone was in the console room, dressed, packed, and ready to go. John was dressed in blue jeans, a Pikachu T-shirt, and a pair of hiking boots. Clara also wore jeans and hiking boots, but her T-shirt was plain and light blue. When the Doctor appeared, he had his overstuffed camping backpack on and was dressed in an ancient-looking band T-shirt, hiking boots, and a pair of khaki shorts that showed off his knobby knees and skinny, ghost-white legs that were almost too pale to be safely viewed by the naked human eye. "We're going to the Black Hills of Atokad H'tuos!" the Time Lord exclaimed as he began to pull levers and press buttons, making his way around the console.

When they arrived at Atokad H'tuos, it was a pleasant spring day. John went prancing out into the grassy clearing, leaping about in utter joy. They were surrounded on all sides by the forest. "The clearing is the perfect size for a one-family campsite," the Doctor provided, "and there's a clean, clear river teeming with edible fish about a half a kilometer from here. It's a spring day and there won't be any rain all weekend!"

"Well, let's get set up, then!" Clara said with a broad grin.

"Can I help?" John asked.

"You can put the tent up." the Doctor responded, setting his bag down and fishing a large, cylindrical case out of it.

John opened the case and saw that there was a button on it. He looked up at his father, who nodded. John then set the case on the ground, pressed the button, and stepped back. In seconds, the device unfolded into a medium-sized tent, about the right size for four people plus their bags. Clara shot the Doctor an odd look as the tent staked itself to the ground. "A pop-up tent, Doctor?" she questioned.

"Pop-up and climate-controlled tent." the Doctor replied. "No matter what the temperature outside, the intereor of the tent will always be a comfortable twenty-two degrees celsius. It also repels most aggressive carnivorous lifeforms, with the exception of hyperbears, which are, quite ironically, only repelled by honey."

"What's a hyperbear?" Clara asked.

"You don't want to know." the Doctor replied. "Just be happy that they're not found on this planet. Just be happy that if you were in this tent on a planet with a Jorthax, it would keep even the most aggressive cysts away from you. It actually repels aggressive herbivores and omnivores as well. I found that out when I accidentally landed the TARDIS in America during a Donald Trump rally* about a week before the assassination**."

"That sounds awful." Clara said sympathetically.

"It was." the Doctor confirmed. "I don't think they knew I was there, though. I escaped without injury, but I did spend the better part of a day washing graffiti off of my TARDIS. Most of it was propaganda, slurs against Muslims and undocumented imigrants, and crude depictions of phalluses, with one rather misogynistic limerick that does not bear repeating, especially not in front of small children. I felt dirty afterwards, so I decided to go to a party for some cake to make myself feel better. I travelled back to your time, picked you up, and brought you along to the party. Later that night, we had unprotected sex. Not long after that, John was born."

"Oversharing much, Doctor?" Clara said with a grimace. "I'd rather not have the conception and birth of our son placed in the same story as racist graffiti."

"Should I not do it again?" the Doctor asked.

"Please don't." Clara replied.

"Right." the Doctor said. "Back to setting up camp, then?"

"Let's do that." Clara replied, only too look out at the campsite and see that John had gotten everything, including the place where the campfire would be, set up while they had been talking. The time tot held his book open and said, "I followed the diagrams!"

They spent the next four hours hiking through the woods, with a break for reconstituted goulash in a bag for lunch. After that, they headed to the river for fishing. The Doctor was pulled into the river by a large fish and lost his fishing pole. John didn't catch anything, but Clara managed to catch two decently-sized trout. John found the Doctor's fishing pole about fifty meters downstream and swam out to retrieve it, scaring the living daylights out of Clara and the Doctor. Neither of them had taught him how to swim. Fortunately, he taught himself to swim by learning from a diagram. The Doctor picked berries to go with their supper of trout and crisps. Fortunately, no one hallucinated or got diarrhea. After that, the Doctor told the corniest campfire stories he knew and ate s'mores while listening to Clara tell her account of a ghost story that supposedly happened to her when she was a teenager. When they finally put John to bed in his sleeping bag, Simon the Maine Coon was already waiting for him.

From where he was squeezed into his large sleeping bag with room for Clara and then some, the Doctor gazed quietly at his son. Over the past twenty-four hours, he had really noticed how much John had grown in the past eleven months. He was growing so quickly. He was almost six years old. He would grow to be a man in a blink of an eye for the Doctor. Hell, it would probably be too quick for Clara, too. The Time Lord knew that he wanted his son to experience the best that his adventurous childhood had to offer. The Doctor had also noticed another thing during their little camping trip. Not once had John mentioned wanting a little brother or sister. He had also noticed that empty space on John's side of the tent, room for one more person. He looked so lonely there with just him and Simon. The more the Doctor thought about it, the more he was convinvinced: they needed to fill that empty space.

Clara stepped back into the tent, having returned from relieving herself behind one of the trees. She unzipped the Doctor's sleeping bag, slid in, and zipped it back up. She then snuggled into the Time Lord with a contented sigh. After a while, the Doctor spoke up. "Clara?"

"What is it, Doctor?" Clara replied.

"I've been thinking about it a bit, but after today, I'm sure." the Doctor said quietly, so he wouldn't wake John up.

"Thinking about what?" Clara asked.

The Doctor looked Clara directly in the face and said, "I think we should have another, Clara."

Still rather tired, Clara asked, "Another what?"

The Doctor rubbed his forehead and groaned, "Another baby, Clara! John needs a sibling."

Clara woke up a bit more and raised her brow. "What's brought this on?"

"Look at him, Clara." the Doctor said quietly. "He's on the other side of the tent, all alone. Even with that damned cat, there's still so much space over there. I think we should fill that space. John is a responsible child. He would make a great brother."

"Are you sure you want this?" Clara asked. "We were barely ready the first time."

"Clara, this isn't my first time being a father." The Doctor said with a chuckle. He then uncharactaristically joked, "If it helps, I'll carry the baby for you!"

Clara laughed and elbowed the Doctor in the ribs. "All right, you win, Doctor." the petite human chuckled. "Let's have another baby."

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And so it begins! I know that you all have heard of Barbie Girl, but have you heard of the other song in this story? I didn't make it up. I've also never been to Legoland, in Florida or elsewhere.

Setting 355? There are 355mL of liquid in this can of sparkling water that I'm drinking as I write this. I just picked a number off of an object in front of me.

Atokad H'tuos is the state where I am from spelled backwards and with an apostrophe added. I've never been camping in the Black Hills, but I've heard that it's awesome. Also, if the climate of Atokad H'tuos is anything like South Dakota in the spring, the Doctor, Clara, and John are lucky that they didn't get snowed on. The weather can get crazy out here.

* That's right, I went there.

** Wishful thinking