It took Rose Tyler and John -- formerly the Doctor -- exactly two weeks to realize they were not in love with each other. At first they thought it would hurt, but they slowly realized they did love each other, but more like siblings. Actually, John said it was more like a man and his dog, but she quickly told him that people wouldn’t get his humor.
He decided that he would be John, but as of now he hadn't thought of last name yet. Sadly, it was quickly made for him with an incident in the shopping centre. They were happily shopping along with Jackie and he suffered some kind of seizure. When he came out of it, he called her something and one thing led to another....
"You did what?" Rose said, trying not to laugh.
"It had made it back to Torchwood before I even got there,” Pete explained, “It seemed perfect. It would explain why he hasn't been around."
"Yeah, but I just had my 22nd, and he is what 40? I remember mom just had her 50th for the third year in a row. Still though, a baby at 13, mum? There goes that reputation you worked so hard for."
"I’ll have you know the folks at the hospital said he passed for 32. We took that at ran with it," Jackie said as she added things to his dresser.
"So how long is he staying here?" Rose asked, flopping on the bed, raising the head.
"They just want to make sure he is okay. Dr. Harper is the only other person who knows the truth about him. Everyone else thinks he is my son and the new lab tech," Pete explained.
"You really think he is going to take the job?" Rose asked.
"He loves you, sweetheart." Jackie kissed her daughter's cheek and gathered her things.
Rose suddenly realized her family was leaving her here to drop the bomb on her fragile Time Lordy brother. That was going to take a lot of getting used to. She witnessed the Oncoming Storm before and she was about to get it again. Right on cue, he was getting wheeled in as they were walking out. She immediately knew something was wrong when he didn’t fidget or grumble when Jackie kissed him goodbye.
John knew immediately something big was going on. Rose could barely keep her tongue in her mouth. She obviously thought it was good.
"Spit it out all ready!" he demanded. This was obviously a trait from Donna.
"What’s your problem?"
"I'm dying," he told her, unable to keep back a sob.
"What?" She couldn't believe this no one told her. She took his hand. Immediately she took his warmer hand. It was warmer, but she wanted to hold this hand for a lot longer. "What is it, Doctor? I'm here," she told him. All of a sudden, she was a little girl and she was about to lose her father again.
"I'm living. They say I'm about thirty. I got a bad heart, and epilepsy. With the right medication, I got fifty, maybe sixty years left," he told her, turning away.
"You bloody git! I thought you were dying! You may never have another seizure. You have got to pull yourself together. You can't be a bloody mess when your surprise gets here."
"Surprise? What surprise?" he asked, perking it up.
Rose looked to the door and a smile came to her face as the door opened.
"Dr. John Tyler, I'm Dr. Martha Jones. I will be checking you this afternoon. I've been reading about your epilepsy. You have been living with it since you were five. I also hear you will be in the labs next week. I kept your sister company earlier," she told him as she checked his vitals.
"Yeah Johnny, when I just had to get away from mum flipping out, I found Martha and we got to talking."
"Johnny? Mum? Jackie Tyler is...."
"Not here to smother you. Dad sent her away, but you have to understand. She is afraid you’re relapsing. She told everyone how though I’m her youngest, you have always been her poor sick baby."
"John, are you feeling okay? Your pulse is racing."
"You have no idea what it’s like waking up and finding out Jackie Tyler's your mum," he groaned.
Martha couldn't help the smile she got from looking at the two siblings. "Well I will let you two have a visit and then I will come back to finish my examination."
John squeaked at the thought of her seeing him naked.
Rose waited until they were alone to ask what his problem was. "What was that? You never shut up about Martha. I served her to you on a platter and you squeak. All of a sudden you’re shy. Stop channeling Donna!"
"I can't help it. She has a very low self-esteem and its winning. Besides, what is there to be said? I fancied your doppelganger?"
"Yeah, you’re in Torchwood Tower. She would get it."
"I don't want to start it like that."
"I know, ‘cos you get nervous and tongue tied. So, here." She slipped him a piece of paper.
"It’s her email address, get creative.”