Wow, the beginning of something new...

"What am I supposed to do?"

Rose looked up, meeting Jack's angsty gaze.

"Uh.. Well, I never really helped out a pregnant person before, so I don't know."

Jack moaned dramactically and fell onto the floor.

"Dammit! That hurt."

She rolled her eyes. "Well, duh. You fell on the floor."

He glared at her. "Shut it, Blondie. Anyhoo, how was I to know Donna would get preggers?"

"Well," Rose began, setting aside the scissors she had been holding. "Maybe when you stole her birth control pills and still had se-"

"Not the point!" Jack yelled loudly. "What are you doing, anyways?"

"I'm cutting the Doctor's face off all my photos."

The Captain frowned. "Did you guys fight again?"

Rose savagely snipped off another piece of a leather jacket.

"Stupid Doctor and his stupid hate for cats..."

Jack shot her a scared look and scooted away.

"Um, yeah. I'll be going then..." he left Rose alone, muttering about space and cats.

The Doctor sighed and rolled over.

Martha continued working.

He groaned and sat up.

Her eye twitched but she remained focused.

He flopped back down on the bed, stumbled, and fell onto the floor.

Martha sighed and spun around. "What?"

"Ow," he muttered, rubbing his back. "Um, I need your... help."

She raised an eyebrow. "Really, now?"

"Yeah," he rubbed his neck. "You see, I kind of... threw Rose's pet cat off the TARDIS."

Martha shot up.

"You did what!?"

"You heard me."

"Why, pray tell?"

"Well... he was really annoying! And he stole the last banana!"

"I ate the last banana!"

He flushed. "Ohh. That's not the point. How am I supposed to apologize?"

"You threw her cat off into space."

"I know! She's really mad."

"Of course I'm not helping you! In fact, I'm giving you five seconds to run."

He shot away.

Meanwhile...

"You were the one to get me pregnant!"

"I know, but why does that make me your slave!"

Donna glared at him. "All I did was ask for prune juice."

Jack gagged. "Ewww! What, are you old already?"

She turned an odd shade of puce.

Jack froze.

Oh no. It was coming.

"I'LL I WANTED WAS SOME BLOODY JUICE! FINE! I'LL GET IT MYSELF!"

She stomped over to the kitchen and slammed the juice on the counter.

The Doctor flew past, Martha following closely behind. It knocked the juice all over her robes.

"Bloody men! All they do it take, take, take!"

"I know," Rose agreed, popping out of nowhere. "I know."

"What did the Doctor do?" Donna asked.

"He threw Joe-Bob out the TARDIS."

"Oh," Donna said sympathetically. "Sorry."

"It's alright," Rose murmured sadly.

Jack wondered why Donna was so much nicer to girls.