A/N: And we're back again!

This is the tenth story in the Destiny series, so it's going to be a bit special. For any new readers wanting to know more without having to read the 725 000 words of the first nine stories (yeah, I'm serious), don't worry, I've been proactive and made a document containing extended summaries of all the previous stories. Link's in my profile, emblazoned in bold italics. Any question, please shoot :D

If you don't like TenRose with kids, graphic whump, classy smut, comprehensive A/Us involving every aspect of Doctor Who history in all its glorious media or anything like that, you should move on now. This series is totally not your thing. Trust me on this :D

This is going to be very old school Who, with a bit of a Mind Games-style story and general epicness, we hope.

At the end of Insurgent, we left the TARDIS friends on an Earth struggling to recover from an apocalyptic state. They've split up into two Torchwoods - Torchwood Tate in London, and Torchwood Three in Cardiff. The Doctor and Rose, trying to live a quiet life for a while, have grounded the TARDIS in Torchwood and are working for Jack as they await the arrival of their second child. The Doctor however, is infected with a time sensitive being, called a lergri, that is keeping him linked to a destructive army trying to get back into reality. He is finding himself subject to having 'future visions' that appear to be warning him, to try and keep him alive for the lergri to use. If that wasn't bad enough, due to the bond between him and Rose and the human/alien hybrid child, the Doctor is always the one that suffers the pains of pregnancy and birth.

26/04/2017: Gallifreyan dictionary v4.

Chapter 1: Welcome to Torchwood

'Go left.'

'Left?' Jack repeated into his communicator, the other hand holding his gun aloft as he worked his way through the sewers of Cardiff.

'Yeah, you know, that direction opposite to your right?' the Doctor replied sardonically through the speaker of the device.

Jack sighed. 'I could fire you at any minute, you know.'

'Go on, I'd love to see how you get out of the sewers without directions,' the Doctor replied brazenly.

Jack sighed, defeated. 'Okay, okay, I'm going left.'

'Third on the right after that. That's the direction opposite to your left.'

'Can you stop having a go at me?' Jack asked seriously as he stepped through the sewer puddles, trying not to think of what his boots were currently getting covered in.

'Doctor, stop it, okay?' Rose's voice interrupted, away from the microphone.

'What? I'm just telling the Captain his right from his left.'

'Go and chill out, yeah? Let me do this.'

'No, I wanna stay here.'

'You need a break.'

'I'm staying here.'

'You're just in a bad mood, go and work on the Tardis or somethin'.'

'I don't wanna work on the Tardis,' he complained. 'And I'm not in a bad mood!'

'Guys!' Jack interrupted. 'We're doing a job here! Little more concentration, please!'

'See? You've distracted me from helping Jack tell his right from his left.'

'Doctor, go and take a break, please,' Rose begged.

'I wasn't in a bad mood till you said I was in a bad mood, actually!'

'Guys!' Jack said again. He was ignored.

'Please, Doctor, I just want you to go and lie down. Will you do that for me? Please?' Rose asked.

'I'm not tired,' the Doctor grated.

'I'm pretty tired of you,' Jack grated into the communicator. He wasn't expecting to be listened to.

'What did you say!?' the Doctor yelped.

'Nothing,' Jack muttered.

'Oh no, tell us again, Immortal!' the Doctor snapped. 'Let us revel in your superior intellect!'

'Doctor, please, please. Just let me do this,' Rose insisted.

'I said I'm fine! I … oh … ugh …'

Jack heard the sound of a chair rolling back followed by some hasty footsteps moving away from the microphone. There was a brief pause.

'Um, hello?' Jack tried.

'Yeah, sorry,' Rose said. 'He's throwin' up. Mornin' sickness. He'll get over it.'

'Shame,' Jack muttered. 'Now can you tell me where the hell I'm going?'

'Yeah, sorry, straight ahead fifty metres and you'll see it. No signs of weevils around you.'

'Okay,' Jack said, and walked forward. 'Has he been throwing up all morning again?'

'Pretty much,' Rose replied. 'The toilet's clogged.'

'Not again,' Jack moaned. 'It's his turn to unclog, I'm fed up of plunging out his vomit.'

'You really wanna tell him that?'

Jack thought about that. 'Yeah. No. I'll unclog it,' he conceded, and redirected his attention to the job in hand. 'I gotta be close.'

'Yeah, should be dead in front of you, couple of metres.'

He looked. She was correct. There was a strange metal contraption on the ground – the piece of alien technology they'd picked up in the scan. He bent down, realising it was half-buried in a pile of something he didn't care to name. Wincing at the smell, he put on his gloves and pulled out the alien technology.

'What is it?' Rose asked.

'Gun,' Jack choked out through the overwhelming smell he'd just released.

'What kinda gun?'

'A gunny kinda gun,' Jack replied concisely.

'Alright, sorry for askin'.'

'Sorry,' Jack said sincerely. 'He's put me in a bad mood.'

'It's not his fault,' she told him. 'He's just got really bad mornin' sickness with this baby.'

'Aren't there any medicines?'

'No.'

'He is all right, isn't he? If he's vomiting this much that's not good.'

'He said it's fine.'

Jack sighed, faintly recalling the time when he didn't discuss the vomiting habits of his best friend on Torchwood missions. 'He seriously should have come with me for this. He's copping out.'

'The smell would've only made him throw up more,' she pointed out.

Jack briefly looked around the sewer. 'Honest to god, it wouldn't make much difference in here.'

'Besides, he wouldn't ruin his converse for anyone.'

Jack conceded she had a point. 'All right. I'm heading back out.'

'Rose?' the Doctor's voice asked.

'Yeah?'

'Sorry.'

'That's okay. I know you didn't mean it.'

'I love you.'

'I love you too.'

'Please don't hate me,' he wailed in a high-pitched voice.

'Oh, don't cry, it's okay, honest, I don't hate you.'

'I'm sorry, Jack!' the Doctor squeaked through the speaker

'Doctor, you're fine,' Jack said. 'You've had a tough morning.'

'It's n-not that,' the Doctor sobbed.

'What is it?' Jack asked, only half-listening as he winced at a misjudged puddle that went above his ankle.

'I didn't tell you about the bomb!'

Jack stopped. '... Wait, what?'

'You're gonna get blown up and it's all my fault!'

'What!?'

'Doctor, what bomb, where?' Rose asked quickly.

'He's only got five seconds and it's my fault!'

'What bomb!?' Jack shrieked.

'Doctor, where's the bomb!?'

'In the gun …'

'Jesus!' Jack cried, and threw the gun back in the direction he'd come. He squidged frantically through the sewer, but didn't reach the corner fast enough. He heard a muffled beep, and half a second later, it detonated in a fountain of muck. Jack yelped, shielding himself as a cascade of unmentionable fluid and solids rained down onto him.

'Jack! Jack!' Rose cried through the communicator. Jack gasped for a moment, stock-still, before registering he'd dropped the communicator. He fumbled around in the muck, dropping it a few times before managing to get a grasp.

'I'm here, I'm fine,' Jack said. 'Doctor, when the hell did you find that out?'

'Ten minutes a-ago,' he sobbed.

'You didn't think to mention it!?'

'It doesn't matter, everyone's okay,' Rose interrupted. 'Besides, he can't hear you, he's gone to throw up again.'

Jack sighed, wiping at his face with his sleeve. It only made things worse. 'God, I need Gwen back from holiday,' he muttered, and began to squidge back to Torchwood.

When Jack finally got out of the shower, he found the Doctor in the rest area. The Time Lord was lying on the sofa in heap, with his eyes closed.

'Doctor?' Jack asked, a little nervous. Nervous, because the Doctor wasn't prone to sleeping in the middle of the day and there could be something wrong with him, but also, if he was asleep, Jack was about to piss off him and his hormones by waking him up.

The Doctor snapped open his eyes immediately, and looked at Jack. 'Hello,' he said, and looked at Jack's fingernails. 'You missed a bit.'

Jack looked at his fingernails. There was something dark and squidgy under his forefinger. His vanity tried to take him over, but he tried to push it away as he shoved his hand behind his back.

'I'd get up and make room for you, but feeling kind of dizzy,' the Doctor confessed, closing his eyes again.

Jack perched himself on the table. 'How's the vomiting?'

'Don't mention it, you might catch its attention and bring it back,' the Doctor moaned, raising a hand to his head.

'This is insane, you weren't this bad with Leah. You gotta do something. You sure you've got no medicine?'

'All I've got is the medication to stop the fever.'

'Have you been to see your brother? He'll have read some book on it by now.'

'I thought about that, but then I decided that was a bad idea.'

'Why?'

'Because I'm not quite sure about the practicalities of vomit in a transmat.'

'I'll go, then.'

'Don't need to. Leah's gone.'

'Oh. Where's Ianto, by the way?'

'Dunno. Do my pecs seem bigger to you?'

'What?' Jack asked, wrongfooted.

The Doctor reached down and cupped his pecs. 'They're getting bigger aren't they? I mean, beyond normal male size?'

'Are you seriously asking me that?'

'Yes. Well, are they?'

'Definitely not.'

The Doctor groaned. 'I think they are. I'm going to end up needing a bra.'

Jack snorted with laughter.

The Doctor grinned. 'Sorry about earlier. The whole screaming at you thing. Then the bomb thing. Then the crying thing.'

'No problem. Rose is pregnant, and you're feeling it. Can't blame you. How did you know the gun was gonna blow anyway?'

'Recognised the mechanical structure in the deep scan I did,' the Doctor replied, closing his eyes again. 'One of the Zeena guns that the Herganites use.'

'The pirates from Hergan 3?' Jack recalled. 'What the hell is a Herganite gun doing here? They're way too far from Earth to bother coming near it.'

The Doctor shrugged. 'Rift? Anyway, your touch contravened the isomorphic response and set off the safeties. Boom.'

'Right,' Jack said, just as Rose appeared, carrying a cup of something.

'I got you somethin' Mum said might help with the nausea,' Rose told the Doctor.

The Doctor looked as though she'd just casually told him that she'd slaughtered his puppy. 'You ... told your mum?'

'Well, yeah,' she said, handing him the cup. 'She said she had peppermint tea when she was pregnant to stop the sickness. I mean, she told me that after she stopped laughin'.'

The Doctor groaned again. With the cup in hand, he leant back, closed his eyes, and threw the contents of it over his face in one fell swoop. There was a brief pause as Jack and Rose stared at him. He hadn't even flinched.

'Yeah, um, I think you were meant to drink it,' Rose told him as the boiling hot water dripped off of his chin.

'I like it better this way,' the Doctor replied, before his eyes suddenly shot open and he was up again, dashing to the TARDIS to get to the nearest toilet.

'I'm getting kinda worried about him,' Jack confessed as he disappeared.

'Me too,' Rose admitted, easing herself down onto the sofa. 'This is way worse than Leah was for him. He threw up a few times, but this is mental.'

Jack nodded. 'He's gonna end up tearing his oesophagus or something if he keeps this up,' he said, just as the transmat activated and Leah appeared.

'Uncle Jack!' Leah said happily, bounding up to hug his middle, before taking a purposeful sniff. 'You don't smell.'

'What?' Jack asked.

'Daddy said you were covered in poop, and you stank, and that it was funny.' She looked around purposefully. 'Where's Daddy?'

'Did you get him some medicine from Uncle Brax?' Rose asked.

'Yeah,' Leah replied, showing her a needle gun, filled up with clear liquid. 'Where is he?'

'Oh, go wait outside our bedroom, he'll appear, err ... eventually.'

'Okay!' the little girl said, and skipped into the TARDIS.

The Doctor washed away the last of his sick in the sink. He felt terrible. He checked the time, and realised he'd been throwing up on and off for roughly two hours. Hopefully that meant it was going to stop soon.

He checked himself in the mirror, straightening up his tie and sorting out his hair, before stepping out of the door. He almost tripped over his daughter, who was standing there holding up a filled needle gun.

'You got it?' the Doctor asked his daughter, overjoyed.

'Yeah!' the five-year-old said, handing him the needle gun. The Doctor immediately took a seat on the bed, pulled down his shirt, and placed the nozzle on his arm, before pulling the trigger. The tube gave him a few milliliters dosage. He half considered doing a bit more, but decided he'd trust his brother's calculated dosage for once, and threw the needle gun onto his pillow.

'Thanks,' he said, pulling his shirt back up. 'What did he say it would do?'

'He said it might stop some of the symptoms.'

'Might?' the Doctor echoed, groaning and falling back on the bed. Leah jumped up next to him, hugging him.

'Don't worry, cos at the end we'll have a little baby, mmkay?' Leah told him informatively. 'And I can boss him around and stuff.'

The Doctor raised an eyebrow. 'Oh, um, no, you can't do that.'

'I can't boss him around?'

'No.'

'Why not?' the little girl wanted to know.

'Because, um, well, that's not nice.'

'But on TV all the bigger brothers and sisters boss around their little brothers and sisters.'

'They do?'

'Yeah. Didn't Uncle Brax boss around you?'

The Doctor smirked. 'On my fifty-fifth birthday, your Uncle Brax told me that I couldn't become a Time Lord unless I crossed this old bridge across the Cadenflood river. The bridge broke when I was crossing it, and I got swept away. I was dragged a hundred miles downriver before Uncle Brax finally fished me out with a tether gun that nearly dislocated my shoulder.'

'That's pretty bossy.'

'Yeah, nearly killing your little brother is bossy,' the Doctor agreed. 'He makes a point of not mentioning water on my birthday.'

'Then how come I can't boss around Theo?' Leah asked.

'Because having been the little brother, the little brother doesn't find nearly drowning very nice,' he replied.

'So? It'll toughen him up!' Leah informed him. 'He's gotta learn to stand on his own two feet!'

'Leah, he won't actually be standing on his own two feet for a few months yet,' the Doctor pointed out.

'Oh yeah,' Leah realised. 'He'll be all floppy baby.'

'Yes. Floppy baby.'

'Why are babies so floppy and useless?' she wondered.

'It's part of their evil plan to make you think they rely on you, so when they're not floppy and useless, you're too used to protecting them for you to tell them to stop asking pointless questions,' the Doctor murmured, closing his eyes.

'But when he's not floppy baby can I boss him around then?' she asked, ignorant of his previous sentence.

The Doctor opened his eyes again. 'Why do you want to boss him around so much?'

'Young people are too used to being doted upon. It's a cause of the progressive destruction of future society,' Leah stated like a newsreader.

The Doctor frowned, looking at her. '... Have you been reading the Daily Mail again?'

'I gotta make him tough cos he's gonna need it,' she said, ignoring him.

'Well, I'll let you take responsibility of that,' the Doctor said, closing his eyes again. 'Go plan how you're going to make him tough.'

'Okay!' Leah chimed, giving him a final squeeze hug and jumping off of the bed, running out of the door.

The Doctor thought briefly about what he'd just said for a moment, and then his eyes shot open and he sat up, alarmed. 'Don't start trying to find a river!' he yelled, but she was already gone.

Ianto had traced the location of another alien artefact just after lunch. Jack and Rose attempted to retrieve the Doctor, but he appeared to be sleeping for the first time in a while, so they didn't bother him. It was probably for the best anyway. The Doctor was still a little bruised from the invasion and he'd attract attention, which wasn't the best idea for a man the human race thought was dead. Instead, Rose had asked if she could go with Jack.

Jack had been quite hesitant to take a five-month-pregnant woman with him on a mission, but conceded it was only a short drive away. Besides, Rose was clearly itching to get out of Torchwood. So they took the new SUV and drove twenty minutes to an expanse of fields to the east of Cardiff Bay. They parked up, and checked the scanner.

'North,' Jack said, pointing. 'Okay?'

'Yeah, just go slow,' she advised him, hand on her bump.

Jack nodded, taking her arm and guiding her over the grassy, hilly terrain. They walked for about two hundred metres, before they came to the artefact lying on the grass. It stuck out like a sore thumb. Jack leant down, scooping it up. It was a strange disc of some kind, with some buttons on the edge, glowing. It most definitely wasn't human. It wasn't at all dirtied either – clearly this had been put here recently.

'Ianto?' he asked into his communicator.

'Yes?' Ianto replied.

'Get the Doctor, it's an emergency.'

'Okay,' Ianto said, and moved away.

'What is it?' Rose asked.

'I think it's some kind of beacon,' Jack replied, scanning it to send the analysis back to Torchwood. 'Gotta get the Doc in on this. I'm worried.'

'Why are you worried?'

'The gun we found earlier was Hergan tech. If this is another piece of Hergan tech, then we might have some kind of invasion on our hands. This thing's only just been dropped.'

'Got him,' Ianto said.

'Doctor?' Jack asked.

'Yeah?' his sleepy voice asked.

'We found another artefact, looks like some kinda beacon to me. This isn't more Hergan pirate tech, is it?'

There was a brief pause as the Doctor clearly mused on the scan readout. '... Nah. It's Tryzion.'

'Who are they?'

'Bunch of religious people.'

'So nothing to do with the Hergan pirates?'

'No.'

'Okay, thanks.'

'Anything else?'

'Nah, that's it. Go back to bed.'

There was a pause.'... You woke me up for that?'

'I just wanted to be sure that …'

'You said it was an emergency.'

'I needed to check that it wasn't some kinda invasion.'

'Oh, that's fine,' the Doctor said casually. 'Next time you feel an emergency coming on, just finish your cup of tea, do a crossword, have a nap, nip to Tesco, then casually saunter to me and then scream the word "emergency" in my ear.'

There was a thunk as the Doctor clearly dropped the microphone and left.

'I seriously need to fire him,' Jack mused.

'Can't do that, that's sexism,' Rose pointed out as they began to walk back to the SUV, Ianto apologising down the line.

'How's that sexism?'

'Firing him cos he's pregnant?'

'You're the one that's pregnant. I'd be firing him cos he's an asshole.'

She giggled.

'Didn't hear you defending me,' Jack noted.

'If he knew I was on a field mission he'd kill you,' she said.

'Why is it always my fault?' Jack moaned, and suddenly stopped dead in his tracks.

Rose stumbled to a halt next to him. 'What?'

'Did you hear that?' he asked, looking around the apparently deserted field.

'No …?'

'Sounded like … Never mind,' Jack muttered, and carried on walking. Suddenly there was an electronic screech that nearly burst their eardrums from inches above their heads, caused something to explode ahead of them, sending them both toppling to the grass in pain and surprise.

'What the heck was that!?' Rose gasped, holding her belly and panting.

'Are you okay?' Jack asked quickly.

'Yeah,' she said, pushing herself up and looking around. She stilled as her eyes fixed on a point behind them, her eyes wide, her jaw dropping. 'Oh my god.'

Jack followed her gaze.

'Help me! Please!' a female alien screamed at them, running at quite a pace. She had good reason. Around thirty metres behind her there were roughly fifty aliens in pursuit, all holding guns, all screaming. Another screech whipped them by, as they realised it was laserfire.

'Stop, in the name of the Holy One!' one of the mob screamed across the field.

Jack jumped to his feet, grabbing Rose's arm to pull her up. 'Run!' he ordered her, pointing in the direction of the SUV. As Rose left, Jack ran to the alien. She was grey-skinned, with big black eyes, wearing a luxurious red cloak, and right now she looked pained and terrified.

No time for pleasantries, he grabbed her arm and started dragging her back towards the SUV. But she was staggering; struggling. He forced her to speed up, so much so that they caught Rose up, who was now near the gate, panting. Jack checked over his shoulder at they neared – the mob had gained on them.

'Get through!' Jack yelled at them both, pulling out his gun and taking a defensive stance. Rose took the alien's hand and pulled her through the gate. Jack kept a steady backwards pace, his gun aloft, checking Rose and the alien constantly as the mob gained even more ground. More shots were fired, but they weren't aiming for him – they were still aiming for the running alien.

He checked. Rose and and the alien were inside the SUV. He turned and bolted after them, throwing himself inside and hitting the emergency start. The SUV burst into life, and he slammed his foot down on the accelerator, nearly running over half of the mob as they spilled out of the gate. They fired more shots, but those that didn't miss bounced harmlessly off of the metal. Jack recalled the Doctor saying he'd done something to the SUV a few days ago. He'd have to kiss him when they got back.

Jack upped the speed of the SUV, checking his mirrors. He couldn't see the pursuing aliens anymore, but he wasn't about to feel complacent. He kept going at breakneck speed, all the way until the first main road, where he finally had to slow down. He checked his mirrors again, but he couldn't see them.

'Think we lost 'em,' Jack said. 'Is she okay?'

'Jack, she's been shot,' Rose told him, cradling the alien on the backseat. He looked back, and saw a very clear, quite large bloodless hole from laserfire, straight through her chest. She was gasping and crying with pain.

'Speeding up!' Jack shouted.

'Hold on, you're gonna be okay,' Rose told the alien gently. 'We've got people who can help. I'm Rose. What's your name?'

'Karani,' the alien gasped.

'Just hold on, cos you're gonna be fine, I promise.'

Jack activated the link to Torchwood. 'Yan, get the Doctor! This is an emergency!'

There was a brief pause. 'Are you serious?' Ianto asked, sounding bewildered.

'Yes, I'm serious!'

'He'll kill me.'

'Tell him if he doesn't get here right now I'm gonna tell my mum every embarassin' story I've got of him!' Rose yelled.

'Got that, Yan?' Jack asked.

'Loud and clear!'

'Hang on, Karani,' Rose urged, bracing herself on the door as Jack took a corner at speed.

'No …' Karani said through gasps.

'No, don't move,' Rose urged.

'But … you know … the Doctor?'

'Yeah, we do, he's gonna help you …'

The resultant look on Karani's face was like nothing Rose had ever seen before; as though thousands of years of torment were suddenly lifted within a second. She smiled a genuine, broad, beautiful smile filled with relief, and reached with a shaky hand into her cloak. She brought out a strange, fist-sized sphere, that was shining with bright blue light. She held it to Rose, tears filling up her eyes.

'I came to … to find him. Please,' she whispered, 'please ... make sure he ... gets this.'

She pressed the sphere into Rose's palm. Immediately something inside Rose's belly seem to tingle, or convulse. It felt like Theo was responding to it, but not in a bad way. She rested his hand on her bump. He kicked.

'I will,' Rose whispered, barely able to find her voice, her eyes fixed to the sphere. It was beautiful.

Karani smiled, and her eyelids fluttered closed. Rose gasped, broken out of her trance as Karani sagged.

'No, no, no!' Rose cried, frantically checking for a heart beat in all the most likely places. She found nothing.

'Rose?' Jack yelled back.

'Her heart's stopped!'

'Rose, what the hell are you doing on a field mi–'

'Shut up!' Rose yelled at the radio. 'I can't find her heartbeat!'

'What!?'

'Doctor, we found an alien, she was being chased, she's been shot,' Jack said quickly, 'I'll be there in ten minutes!'

'Where's her heart gonna be!?' Rose cried desperately.

'What does she look like?'

'Um, grey skin, big black eyes …'

'How many arms?'

'Two!'

'Does she have lines in her head?'

Rose checked, pulling back the hood of the cloak. There were three very precise lines, like bloodless cuts, running from Karani's forehead, over the top of her head to her neck.

'Yeah, three!'

'Heart's in the belly.'

Rose quickly checked the area. 'I can't feel anythin'! What do I do!?'

'Stay calm, it's okay, the heart can be hard to find on a Vergan Custodian. Check the palm. There'll be a white spot if her heart's still going.'

Rose checked, terrified. Almost hesitantly, she lifted Karani's palm and looked. There in the centre of the palm was a faint, white spot.

'Yeah, yeah it's here, but it's faint!'

'Keep her warm, I'll prep the medical room,' he said, and running footsteps signalled his departure.

'Hold on, please,' Rose begged Karani as Jack sped onwards.