MANY MANY MIRACLES: A desperate attempt at a plausible Rose/Ten reunion and baby story by a reluctant author (see ILAN Below)

Set during Season 4 or after…

Characters: 10, Martha, Donna, Jack, Mickey, Rose, Jackie, Pete, Jake, and the baby (for now, but who knows who else might pop in)

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, and I certainly do not intend to damage it (though with this story, who knows…)

Insufferably Long Author's Note (aka apology/fair warning)—You know how there are those stories that you start reading because "Hey, why not? You like Doctor Who fanfic…" But then you come across something that you just don't believe or buy into—it's like a signal flare that says, "Stop reading now. You probably won't dig this story." Sometimes you catch them in the summary and sometimes you find them in the story itself. You probably know what I mean (like maybe one of your flares is a crazy author's note at the beginning; don't worry about it, I feel you). But, if you've stuck with me so far, then I want to explain that, even though I can not believe I'm going to do it, this story will include two things that often make me stop reading a piece of Dr. Who fanfiction. (1) The Doctor and Rose will be miraculously reunited. I don't actually think that it's canonically possible, and I don't believe that Russell T. Davis intends to reunite these characters no matter how much I love them/miss them. That being said, I will try to offer a plausible explanation of how it could be possible because, seriously people, universes could (and should) collapse in reunion fics, and if they don't the writer really ought to explain why. And (2) The Doctor and Rose will have a baby. (Argh! Did I mention that I can't believe I'm about to write this?) Again, I really do try to stick to canon and if David Tennant, who seems very game about sex and clearly knows both his character and his craft, says that there was no shagging going on between Rose and the Doctor, then I am going to have to stand by that. Therefore, the origin of the baby may be a difficult feat, but, again, an attempt at explanation will be made. It will be totally up to you whether or not you buy it. Ok, now that I've confessed to you that this is the sort of fic that I rarely read and which I certainly never intended to write, I'll get to it (the least I can do, considering how patient you've been). Feel free to read or not as you will—can't say that I'd blame you for bailing at this point. Still, I do not intend to (nor do I think that I do) write crap. Praise, constructive criticism, and blatant abuse all merrily accepted.

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CHAPTER ONE: MIRACLE FIVE

Martha, Donna, and Jack all straggled carefully back to their feet, delicately testing joints and limbs for injuries. For the first time in their, albeit limited, travelling history, their faces wore identical expressions. All three of them had travelled with the Doctor long enough to expect bumpy landings, but none of them had ever experienced a ride quite like the one they'd just shared, and they were terrified.

They had been in the Time Vortex, happily on their way to Cartex 9…

Doctor: They've got edible footwear on Cartex 9. Can you believe it? Edible footwear? And, in a wide variety of flavors: orange, grape, prengeberry, and of course, my personal favorite, banana…

Martha: Yea, but who'd want edible footwear?

Doctor: Well, I don't know. Use your imagination. If you were stuck in a cave-in for a couple of days, for instance, edible footwear would be just the thing…

…When suddenly, they'd all felt the TARDIS lurch ominously. Then, there was an explosion on the console that showered the Doctor and his companions with sparks, followed by a foreboding silence and the unexpected sensation of free fall accompanied by the loss of the ship's gravitational stabilizers.

The Doctor gripped the console tightly and attempted to quench the small flames that were licking about his ship's controls while trying to regain control of her flight using a rubber mallet, the corner of his suit jacket, and a colorful stream of Gallifreyan curses alternately. His companions made desperate grabs for columns and one another as they haphazardly flew around the control room.

Upon landing, if it could be called that, the whole TARDIS seemed to loose power. Martha, Donna, and Jack climbed to their feet, aforementioned looks of terror on their faces. The Doctor's expression, on the other hand, was desperate, almost empty. His ship appeared dead. Then, inexplicably, the central column sputtered back to life with a golden flash and, while the rest of the systems still seemed to be down, there was a barely audible hum coming from the console that seemed to indicate some sort of power.

The Doctor grinned hugely in relief. "Well, that's never happened before." Then, he cautiously stroked the central column and added, "Hmmm. Wonder what could have caused this?"

"Doctor," Jack began. "What happened?"

"No idea." The Doctor replied, opening a panel on the console. "Absolutely no idea."

Jack smiled at the Doctor's unconcerned tone. "Yeah, I got that. But is she going to be okay?"

"Well, that's the question, isn't it?" The Doctor gently handled some wires, and then gave his ship a gentle pat, "Isn't it, girl?"

Donna, who was still cradling her right arm protectively, retorted, "Well, she'd better be. You bloody well better fix this thing because I don't intend to spend the rest of my life here… wherever here is…."

The Doctor try to check their location using the TARDIS' external sensors, but they were inoperable. "Haven't got a clue. We were in the Vortex, but I seriously doubt that we made it all the way through to Cartex 9… Shame that, edible footwear and all." The Doctor continued in a more exuberant tone.

Martha and Jack smiled half-heartedly at the Doctor's attempt at humor, but Donna just rolled her eyes and asked. "So what are we supposed to do?"

"Oh, you know," the Doctor remarked crossing over to Donna and pulling her into a side-armed hug. "Same old, same old. Get out. Stretch your legs. Take in the sights. Jack can take you." He turned his bright eyes on Jack, "That ok with you Jack? While I stay behind a bit and figure out what's going on with the TARDIS?" He paused, then asked pensively, "Does it sound like she's singing to you?"

"We don't even know if there's a breathable atmosphere out there…" Jack began.

"Ah," the Doctor smiled gaily. "That's why you can go first. Asphyxiation: not pleasant, but, in your case, not permanent either."

Jack could only chuckle at the Doctor's recently acquired nonchalance towards his immortality (a novel approach that seemed to almost revel in putting Jack in as much jeopardy as possible) and nodded his head in assent. Within minutes he was escorting the Doctor's two female companions out into the glorious daylight of an expansive and well-groomed park. Green grass, blue sky, and plenty of breathable air.

"Ten pounds says it's earth," Jack offered.

"But we were nowhere near earth." Martha replied taking his arm cheerily.

"Which is why I think the odds are in my favor," Jack quipped, and all three companions laughed.

"Oi," Donna said pointing across the park to their left, "Looks like a newsstand over there." She indicated a sturdy looking shack on a wide walkway that was surrounded by several park benches. "Let's go and find out, shall we?"

As they got closer, they discovered that the building was in fact a newsstand coupled with a snack shop, and the planets inhabitants were almost certainly humans as they could see a few milling about. "Hope it is earth," Martha commented, "I could do with some crisps."

When they reached the sidewalk upon which the vender stood, a panoramic view of the city presented itself. "Oh, no need to check now really," Martha observed. "Give the man a medal, cause that's London. London, Earth. Though, I can't say I recognize this park."

"Yeah, and what's with all the blimps?" Donna questioned wryly, her attention on the city's skyline.

"Hmm," Martha considered, "Future London? Near future? New London? What do you think Jack?" But, Jack was no longer at their side. She turned her head to see him starring hard at a tabloid he'd just purchased from the vendor, shock evident upon his face. "Jack? Jack?"

Jack tried to shake off his disbelief and focus his attention on Martha and Donna, but he cold hardly control his sudden emotions. Rushing over her picked Martha up and spun her around. "Try alternate London," he whooped enthusiastically. And with that he waved his paper under their noses pointing to a small headline at the bottom of the front page: RECLUSIVE HEIRESS BIRTHS BABY WITH TWO HEARTS.