Forget Me Not

When the TARDIS takes the Doctor (that'd be the tenth, ladies and gents) and Rose to an obscure little cottage in the middle of nowhere, they are faced with a dangerous alien, as the Doctor always is, and the underlying relationship that all of us Whovians know exist between the Doctor and Rose comes into the light. It's the story that Russell T Davies and Steven Moffat would never give their fans the satisfaction of seeing- but that's what I'm here for. Allons-y!


13. Growing

With the baby sound asleep, Rose and the Doctor stepped just outside of the room with the cradle in it, leaving the door slightly ajar so they could quickly hear if he started to wake up.

“You never did tell me how the drug got into you,” Rose whispered.

“Ahh, yes,” the Doctor quietly started, “When I had my first civil encounter with Fritz, he was sitting over a bowl full of maple syrup mixed with the drug. In order to figure out what the stuff in the bowl was, I tasted it. It was only the tip of my finger, so I doubt I’ll grow much, but you never-”

Before the Doctor could finish his sentence, he doubled over like he had gotten kicked in the stomach. Rose panicked. 

“What is it? Doctor, what’s wrong?” Before he could say anything, Rose heard baby gurgles coming from the cradle. She pushed open the door and saw her child sitting up, with one hand in his mouth and the other on the edge of the cradle. He was drooling and smiling at his parents, who were both shocked at his size and capabilities. The Doctor, still bending over, said, “It must have been the drug. Perhaps it works in short bursts. I never saw Fritz growing, I’d just look away for a bit, and he’d be a half meter taller! Maybe it’s stronger than we thought.”

Rose picked up her baby, and he cooed and laid his head on her shoulder. “I wonder if he can walk.” The Doctor raised an eyebrow at this notion, and replied, “Well, let’s see it then.”

Rose rocked the baby for a moment before standing him up on the floor. He held on to her leg for a moment, but upon seeing his father bent over, just above his eye level, he turned and made his wibbly-wobbly way across the floor, falling into the Doctor’s open arms. He happily squealed and giggled as the Doctor scooped him up and swirled him around before settling him on his hip. 

Rose’s jaw had dropped when she saw him walking, but seeing him right next to his father made her notice something else. He already had deep, dark brown eyes, just like his daddy. She was overcome with a warm and fuzzy feeling watching father and son laughing together, spending their first moments as the best pals she was hoping they’d be.

“Can we call him Peter?”

The Doctor turned from playing with his son to look at Rose, who didn’t even think before she blurted out her question. 


“Yeah, like my dad. I don’t often get to see him, but knowing that he,” she motioned to the baby in the Doctor’s arms, “will actually grow up with his dad makes me feel like he’ll have a better childhood than I did, and that’s what all parents want for their kids, right?”

The Doctor looked back at the baby and smiled. He asked, “What do you think? Are you a Peter?” The baby screamed and clapped, smiling a little smile (with all of his baby teeth) at his parents who were both beaming back at him. The Doctor turned to Rose. “Peter it is.”

In the time that they were discussing his name, Peter had grown a bit more, getting to look about two years old. Both Rose and the Doctor noticed this, and the Doctor set him down so that he could go play in the halls of the TARDIS, knowing that he’d be safe as long as he stayed inside her blue doors.

“How are we going to slow down this drug? I don’t want his entire childhood to be over in a day, or even less! My parents always told me that I grew up in the blink of an eye, but look at him go- what if he’s old and grey before we are?” Rose was getting nervous thinking of what could happen if they didn’t rid Peter of the drug in his bloodstream.

“Rose, calm down, it’ll be fine. We’ll figure our way out of this, okay? I’m not getting much older at the moment, but I felt it when he had a growth spurt. It was almost at the same time, so we’ll know how quickly each spurt comes along by keeping track of the differences of time between each of the pains I get.” The Doctor brought Rose close to him, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Don’t worry. We’re all safe, here in the TARDIS, nothing can go horribly wro-”

The Doctor’s light hug turned into a tight squeeze as he curled up a little bit while still trying to stand. Rose could tell it hurt the Doctor more than it did last time. She lifted his chin up and made him look at her. 

“Doctor, are you okay? Do you need anything?” 

He was breathing deeply, trying to hide the pain (but not doing so well). He muttered between breaths, “Go check on Peter. I’ll be fine.”

Rose looked down the hall from which they had originally come and saw Peter standing perfectly straight, looking like he was about four years old. He said in a clear, high pitched voice, “Go check on Peter. I’ll be fine.”

Once again, Rose was surprised at Peter’s size, but also this time at his ability to quickly pick up on words and say them without any trouble. “Doctor! He’s talking, he just said exactly what you said, what should we-”

Peter interrupted Rose, saying, “Doctor! Doctor? Doctor. Doctor, Doctor, Doctor. Dooooctoooor.” He was playing with this new word, trying it out in many different ways. The Doctor had emerged from the room with the cradle in it, looking and trying not to laugh at Peter standing in the hallway with the blanket that was previously wrapped around him lying on the floor. The Doctor walked over to Peter and crouched in front of him, wrapping the blanket around his waist like a towel and tying a knot to make it secure. “Rose,” he asked, “will you go to the closet and see if there are any clothes Peter can wear for the moment?”

“Sure,” she replied, walking down the hall and only once looking back over her shoulder at the two boys staring at each other.

“Peter,” the Doctor said, pointing to Peter.

“Peter,” Peter responded, pointing to his father.

The Doctor smiled. “No, no,” he said, “Peter.” He then pointed at himself and said, “Daddy.”

Peter looked at the Doctor for a bit before saying, “Daddy,” and pointing at the Doctor.

“Yes! High five!” the Doctor exclaimed, before he remembered that Peter had no clue what a high five was. Peter stared at the Doctor’s hand in midair, but he smiled when the Doctor tapped his hand on Peter’s open palm and made a soft clapping sound. Peter responded by slamming his hand onto the Doctor’s, making any father proud that his son could deliver such a glorious high five.

Rose had to dig through lots of clothes before finding everything that Peter would need. She tried to find things that would be a little bit big on him so that any future growth spurts wouldn’t result in torn clothing. As she was heading back to where she thought the boys were, she stopped. She heard loud laughter, followed by what must have been Peter’s voice saying, “Daddy, you’re cool.”

Rose smiled, still standing just behind the corner, listening in on their conversation.

“Aww, no, you’re cool. I think Mommy is coming back soon, so say this. Ready? I’m gonna whisper it to you, like a secret.”

Rose waited a moment before hearing Peter’s giggles and decided to walk around the corner and hear what the Doctor told Peter to say.

They both turned around when they heard Rose’s footsteps, and Peter gleamed, saying, “Mommy! You’re gorgeous.”

Rose blushed and said, “Aw, thank you, Peter. You’re very handsome, yourself. However, I get the feeling that Daddy put you up to this. It seems like the cool kind of thing he’d do.”

Peter turned to the Doctor and said, “See? I told ya!”

The Doctor laughed and scooped Peter up, carrying him over to Rose while he was laughing and yelling, “Put me down, Daddy!” The Doctor put him back on the floor, and Peter swiped the clothes from Rose that he was about to wear. He tried to put his arm through one of the pant legs, so Rose helped him put everything on right. When Peter was fully dressed, he looked up at the Doctor and said, “This is cool.”

Both Rose and the Doctor couldn’t help but smile at Peter’s insisting that everything was cool. The Doctor stood for a moment, clearly pondering something, before he said, “Oh! Rose, I’m going to fly the TARDIS to the nearest place that’ll have some good food for all of us to eat. I was hoping that you’d go out and get it so that I could go show Peter something. To make sure that you won’t miss anything, not a single moment of Peter’s life, I’ll let you take your time and then fly right back to the exact moment we dropped you off. Nothing will have changed. Alright?”

Rose nodded. “Okay, but I still feel bad leaving you two alone, even if it’s for just a moment.”

“Aw, no, nothing will happen! Don’t worry,” the Doctor replied, and he set the TARDIS in motion.

It was the first time that Peter had ever seen the TARDIS in action. His jaw dropped, and he couldn’t help but let out a long “Wow…” while staring at his dad running around, flicking switches and pushing buttons. The Doctor looked like he was just about to press one more button, but he stopped and turned to Peter. He smiled and asked, “Do you want to push it?”

“Yeah!” Peter ran over to his dad, who lifted him just high enough for Peter to push the bright yellow button. The TARDIS lit up and went off, flying to a little café near a street corner. As Rose turned to go outside, the Doctor handed her the psychic paper and said, “Use this to get whatever you need for free. Be careful.” He planted a soft kiss on her forehead, and Rose laughed at Peter’s loud “Ewww!” as the TARDIS door closed behind her.


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