River's POV

I feel my knees buckle beneath me. "You know a Time Lord? Oh my god! You are a time traveller! How did you meet a Time Lord? How did you manage to seduce it? I've read up on them, and from what I can tell, they're genetically loomed! This is amazing!" The idiot just rambles on.

Once he realizes the state I'm in, he pauses. "Are you alright?"

This can't happen. It can't. This wasn't supposed to happen. I can't see the outside world, now. I can't focus on anything else.

"Hello? Hello! I'm going to call one of your emergency numbers. I won't tell them, alright? You do have that right." I vaguely make out him say. I don't respond. How can I?

What can we do with a child? A better question is how we can do with a child. What will the Doctor say? Can I tell him? Of course I can. But can I? He doesn't need any extra weight on his shoulders, but he'd never forgive me if I didn't tell him.

Someone's shaking my shoulders now. I think they have been for a while, I just didn't register it. I open my eyes to see the face I need.

I grab onto him, clinging, and hoping to God I never have to let go. "What's wrong, honey? What is it?" He's asking me, but I can't do anything.

This can't happen. It's not supposed to happen. "What's wrong with her?" He yells at the Professor, the fury of a Time Lord coming into view. Good. At least he rang a Doctor who cares about me.

He shakes his head. "I can't tell you for legal reasons, sir. She would have to sign it saying that I can, and-" he pauses when the Doctor gets in his face.

"You. Tell me. What. Happened. Now." he growls, voice threatening. I hear a whimpering noise. What was that? Then I realize it was me.

He squats down next to me, and pulls me into his arms. He rubs my back, and makes soothing noises. "Please tell me. Just tell me."

I look up at him. "Go look at the screen." I finally tell him quietly. He stands up. Professor Halkmen walks in front of it. "Sir, this is private medical information."

The Doctor just pushes him to the side. His eyes widen as be reads it. I watch his expression carefully, afraid of his reaction. I just see shock.

He comes over to me, and pulls me into a hug again. "Oh, River. My River." he whispers in Galifreyan.

I nuzzle further into his neck. Although I'd never say it, his scent has a calming sense to it. "It'll be ok. I promise."

The medical examiner is just watching us. It is a little scary, I suppose. Right now, it's hard to think of much else besides the fact that I'm pregnant. There's a child inside me. A real, living person growing inside me.

I step back from the Doctor and place my hand on my stomach. "There's someone inside me." I say, partly in awe, partly scared to death.

"River, we made someone." He says, looking at me with this goofy grin on his face. I realize I'm smiling too. "You're a.....?" The Professor intervenes, obviously amazed.

"Yeah, I am. I really don't want to talk to you right not. So, do me a favor, and let me have a moment with my wife." He nods quickly and scrambles away. The Doctor pulls me into yet another hug. "We'll be alright. Just think about it. We made a real person."

I smile up at him. Right now, I'm terrified, excited, and happy all at the same time. "There's someone inside me." I repeat slowly. He grins at me. "We made a person happen! I did that!" He points at my belly.

"Ok." I breathe out. "What're we going to do?" The worry creeps in. He shrugs. "I don't know yet. But I'm not letting you leave the TARDIS until that baby is born." I glare at him. "No."

"River, it'll only take around three months. Actual Galifreyan pregnancies only take about that long. With a human mother, anyway." "No." I refuse. I'm not just going to sit in there! I don't sit. I move. I make things happen.

He pulls me to my feet. "Please, River. I'm not going to let anything happen to you, but you have got to let me protect you this time."

I can't just sit. It's not how I work. At all. "Listen, we can do this. I've defeated Dalek fleets, and saved the universe multiple time. And you've stopped time and managed to kill me. Sort of. The point is, we can do it. But you have to agree."

I won't let anything happen to this child. But sit for three months?

I nod slowly. "Fine. But no funny business. If I need you to do something, it's got to be done."

He laughs. "Isn't that already how it works?"

-Two days later-

I hum quietly as I clean the revolver, number 326 to be exact. Again. "Honey? Grab me some of that oil, will you?"

He comes over and hands me the bottle. "You know, you could just go to the shooting range."

He's right. But honestly, I don't feel like standing up. I'm not big. There's a very small difference in weight, but you can barely tell I've gained anything. We haven't told Mum and Dad yet. I don't want to get their hopes up.

I don't know if I can do it. I'm not sure I can make it. Or if the baby will make it. I have been kicked and punched in the past week. Annoying aliens that got lucky. It didn't actually hurt that badly. I was trained to deal with pain. But now I'm looking after another life in my body. All I can do is hope that it wasn't affected.

I oil the next one, a pistol. Glock. "I don't know about this. What if it doesn't work out?" I ask him with a monotone. He glances over. "Then we'll do what we always do. Keep going."

He's right. I'm majorly worried about something we didn't even plan. It won't even make a difference. Except for the fact that I knew what could have been. That's a terrible thing to know. What could've been.

It's one of the scariest things about being inside the Doctor's head.

I sigh. "I'm tired." I announce, quickly getting to my feet. "You would be. It is difficult to grow a Time Lord inside you." He tells me, unplugging a wire.

"Well, I'm going to go to lay down. Maybe sleep." He nods.

I walk past him, and then head to the console room. As if. I'm going to teach at the university. I understand not going on digs and not fighting aliens, but I will teach them.

Even if I'm pregnant.

I go to the console and put everything on silent. Make sure he won't feel a thing. Then, I sense him behind me.

"I have to." He walks up to me. "It's too dangerous."

I shake my head stubbornly. "It's just university. I love the Old Girl as much as you do, but I can't be cooped up. I won't even stay the third month, if that's what you want." He runs a hand through his hair.

"Fine." he relents. I give him a kiss on the cheek. "Good."

"But I'm going to be in your class to protect you." He adds brightly. "No."

He'll be teasing me the entire time, and I'm not in the mood for it. Maybe it's the hormones, but I don't feel like doing that.

"I'm not letting you spend a single second where anyone can reach you." He protests, brushing aside some of my hair.

"If you start teasing me, I will go up to you and slap you in front of my class. And you can't show more knowledge than anyone else. And nothing that could possibly point to the fact that you time travel. I'm supposed to be the genius in the room." I warn him. "What if you don't know the answer and I do?" he asks smugly.

"Then we'll never know." I say, pulling another lever. He huffs. "What if that man asks about the whole pregnant-with-a-timelord thing?"

I shrug. "Use rule number one. And then we could always slip a lottery ticket under his office door. I doubt that he'll mind."

He goes and sits in the chair. "Ok, River. But I'm going to be in every one of your classes." Of course be is. Dirty man.

"Well, I'm leaving now. We're at my flat." I inform him, and walk out the door.

-2 Hours later-

"Mr. Dontan. What is the answer to question 64?" I ask. The boy skimmed through his page. "C?"

"Incorrect." I look around the room for volunteers. The only one with their hand up other than the normal smart kids was my idiot of a husband. I sigh. "Mr. Smith."

He grins triumphantly. "F."

"Correct." I say, my voice accidentally sounding like I'm grumbling. He just smirks at me. I pass out some papers. "Alright everyone! Pop quiz!" The class moans simultaneously. "Professor Song has been meaner than usual lately." I hear one of my students whisper.

Just great. I've already got hormones. "Maybe she didn't sleep well or something."

"Yeah, right. I don't think she ever sleeps. Once, I knew some people, and they were gonna prank her, right? They didn't show up the next day, and when I tried calling my friend, he was in on it, he just said that she had been awake. Freaky, if you ask me."

Oh, yes. I remember that group. They had ended up tied up in their dorms the next morning. I hadn't killed any of them, just stunned them. Not too dangerous.

The student she was whispering to shrugs and starts on the quiz.

The Doctor raises his hand. I walk over to him "Honey, you're being very cross." he whispers. I glare at him. It is true, though, I know. I have been particularly mean to the students that showed up late. And the students who hadn't handed in their papers. And most of the others.

"I'm trying here. What am I supposed to do about it? I'm not even 2 weeks, and I've already got more hormones, This is your fault." I accuse him. "It is not!" He protests.

"You're the one who knocked me up." I hiss quietly, trying not to let any of my students hear. "You're the one who went all tongue and kissing on me. I didn't start it."

I groan. A few of the students lift their heads to look at me curiously. Did that a little too loud. "You. My office. Now." I tell him firmly. He groans as well. "Fine."

He follows me in and shuts the door behind him. "Ok, I shouldn't have gotten you pregnant. In my defense, I didn't know you could get pregnant." He says, putting a finger up. I silence him with my lips.

"Sorry." I whisper as I pull away. "I didn't mean to do that."

He runs a hand through his hair, messing it up adorably. "See, someone is bound to notice how strange you're acting."

I shrug. "I know. I'm really trying. I hate acting this weird, I really do. I just sort of... do it." He pulls me into a hug. I hug him back, breathing in hid neck. "Just calm down. No need to be cross."

Someone knocks on the door. I wipe my lipstick off of his mouth and walk out the door to fact Professor Halkmen. Oh great. I need this, alright.

The Doctor grabs my hand from behind me. "Listen, I'm in the middle of a lecture. Can we not do this now?" I ask him, annoyed. "I got someone to cover your class. They're right outside the door."

I look over at my husband, who just sort of stares back. What's the plan? I think to him frantically.

Just lie! I don't know. Tell him the scan was wrong. Tell him you're not pregnant. Just think of something! He thinks back. This is going to work well.

"Professor Song! Bring your friend." The man calls from the door. I tug the Doctor with me. This is going to be interesting.

[A/N So???? What does everyone think? I wanted to show a vulnerable side of River here. I'm not sure if this is how the character would respond, but I'm trying. With the early hormones and barely visible bump, I'm going with an idea that Time Lord pregnancies only take 3 months and the child develops quicker. Oh, and a quick warning: You might all hate me after the next two chapters. I think I might hate myself if I do the idea I had.... Just making the story interesting, though. Vote, comment, all that good stuff. I need to know how I'm doing.]