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FIC: Amalgamation (5/6)

Title: Amalgamation
Series: (none)
Rating: T for the first two parts (naughty comments among... other stuff) and M for the final
Author: tkel_paris
Summary: The Meta-Crisis transforms Donna Noble in a way that only Caan could foresee. No one is prepared for what comes next.
Disclaimer: That this didn't happen proves I own nothing.
Dedication: tardis_mole. I was asking for ideas for another story's ending, and the third idea triggered this plot balrog. I doubt Moley will mind. ;D
Author's Note: Various medical issues coming to play. Along with psychological ones. Be prepared for a ride.

And as of Chapter Three, tardis_mole is the co-author. I got stuck, and my beta saved me. So much that I feel it's only right to give co-author credit from here on.

This one's a bit on the short side, but it was a natural chapter ending. Again, in honor of ellyfanfic. The end is coming tomorrow. :)


Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4


Amalgamation

Started August 14, 2014
Finished June 16, 2015


CHAPTER FIVE: UNEXPECTED TIME OUT

Donna stormed into the room, angry and red in the face.

“What is taking you so long?” she demanded.

The Doctor looked up from the blood samples he had taken that morning to analyze each organ function in the conjoined body of his wife and brother-in-law. It had been a few weeks and the progress was as fast as he could manage, but the results were not going to be something she would relish.

He turned away from the bench to take in her rattled state and just took the time to listen. He would respond at the end. She needed to vent first. When Donna was in this mood, there was no getting through to her until she was running on empty. And it could take a while to get there, he realized.

“I’ve been stuck with an idiot who just can’t stop talking!” she raged. “On and on and on. I wanna go here. I wanna do that. That looks like fun. What does this do? Let me read this. I wanna see that. I wanna talk. I’m hungry. I’m thirsty. I need the loo. I’m tired. I want to talk to Mum. I wanna go up the hill with Granddad. It’s never ending. He just won’t shut up!”

Only the moment Donna stopped could the Doctor hear the quiet whimpers of David, swamped by Donna. It wasn’t intentional, he knew that, but Donna needed a new perspective. This was hard on both of them.

“Sit down a minute, Donna,” the Doctor suggested gently.

“Have you listened to a word I’ve said?”

He brushed a hand down her arm. “Sit down,” he repeated.

She sat down in a chair beside the nearest hospital bed and the Doctor sighed. He picked up a chair from across the room and sat it down in front of them. It was hard for him, also, to remember that there were two people before him, instead of just the one he could see. Although, if he looked closely enough, he could see two sets of eyes.

He sat down and tried to decide where to begin. “First of all, separating twins is never easy, nor is it a quick thing to do. The preparation will take months of work, while the surgery itself could take as little as five minutes. And you haven’t been forgotten. Neither of you have been forgotten. Right now, I’m working on your blood tests, checking your hormone balances and organ function. These blood tests will have to be reanalysed on a month-by-month basis. That will leave you both feeling like pin cushions, but needs-must.” He hesitated for a few seconds. “I would have begun the next phase next week, with x-rays and MRIs, but I’m afraid they will have to wait until next June.”

“What?” Donna erupted.

“No, no, no, no, no! You are not making me wait!” David wailed. “People look at us and they see Donna. It’s like I’m not even here. I’m barely three weeks old and I never had a lift before. Now that I’ve got one, I wish I didn’t.”

“David, how can you say that?” the Doctor asked, heartbroken at hearing him talk like that.

“It’s how I feel. No one listens to me. I have dreamed of being alive, dreamed of all the things that I’ve seen you do in your memories, but I can’t do any of them. I’m at the mercy of my sister. I don’t need to sleep or use the bathroom when she does and she gets annoyed. We can’t eat or drink at the same time because there’s not enough room for two full stomachs, so I have to wait my turn. And whenever I want to do something that she doesn’t want to do, I’m dragged along with her. She shuts me out. It’s all ways my house, my mum, my granddad. Like she doesn’t want to share. I wish I’d never been born. I’d rather go back to what I was than live this. I’m trapped in here.”

Donna was silent.

“He has a point, Donna,” the Doctor spoke gently. “He is, essentially, a small child. He’s going to do everything a small child does. Push boundaries, test his limitations. He wants the freedom you enjoyed.”

“I woke up this morning and he was going solo!”

“Donna,” the Doctor cut in patiently. “We have each other. Who does he have to be intimate with?”

Donna remained silent before finally nodding her understanding.

“But Donna is also right, David.” The Doctor gazed at her and understood far more than either of them realized. “Tell him, Donna. Explain it.”

She remained silent for a few more seconds. “I’ve never had to share,” she began. “It was always just me. My mum was just mine. And my granddad was just mine. And everything I had was just mine. I never really thought about it, but I grew up selfish. It wasn’t intentional. I never had anyone to share with.” She swallowed wetly. “Being alone isn’t fun, and I’d not taken the time to enjoy having a sibling. I just went on with life as I’d always done. But it’s not possible. I don’t mind sharing things and family. It’s just... he’s inside me. He’s not here. And then I go to bed and I have to share what should be intimate time with you and he’s there, inside my head. All the time. There’s no peace, no getting away from him. I love my brother. I really do, but I can’t live like this. It’s hell.”

“I’m sorry,” David replied. “I didn’t think you’d wake up while I was... We’re sort of equal, now,” he supposed.

Donna tried not to remember her wedding night, and blushed hotly.

The Doctor hadn’t realized he would be playing mediator as well as surgeon. But he had something to tell them that would transform their short time together in one body into an extended nightmare, for both of them.

“There’s no easy way to tell you this,” he said. “So far, the tests have been positive. All your organs are working well, despite the close proximity to each other. But David’s right. There is very little room in there for more than one stomach. And that’s going to be problem.”

“What? Why?” they both spoke together.

The Doctor took a deep breath and moistened his lips. “When I say all the tests were positive. I mean ALL the tests. Donna, you’re having a baby.”

Donna was stunned.

David, in contrast, let out the loudest happiest whoop of joy imaginable. The Doctor winced and covered his ears. He slowly grinned as David tugged him to his feet and started bouncing around in a circle.

“Stop!”

David grew quiet.

The Doctor stared at his wife in mounting discomfiture, wondering what she was going to say. He held his breath.

“See what I mean?” she spoke, tears already filling her eyes. “He butts in, every time! This is supposed to be you and me! Just us, finding out we’re going to be parents, but he’s off, thinking it’s all about him! Where do I fit in? Where’s my chance to enjoy that moment when you tell me I’m going to be a mum, without someone bursting in and ruining that precious moment?”

“David, sleep!”

For once, David did just that, leaving Donna to visibly sag in the chair. He had been practicing over the past few weeks. Donna hadn’t managed to accomplish it, since technically it was still her body. But here she was, alone with her husband, and the Doctor would not waste that time.

The Doctor drew the chair closer to hers. “Donna, you’re pregnant. We’re having a baby,” he said.

“Really?”

He nodded. “It’s due in May. All the scans will have to wait until after the baby’s born to separate you and David. I’m sorry. But I can’t risk the life of our unborn child just to solve an argument.”

“I wouldn’t ask you to. I’ll be more mindful of him, I promise. It’s going to be hard. I know it is. But I want a baby with you. I want this more than ever.”

They shared a tender kiss.

/=/=/=/=/

For eight whole months the family prepared for the arrival of a baby in the home. For Donna and David it was a happy time, on every level except physically. Everything was accentuated and caricatured to extreme. Morning sickness lasted twenty weeks, the cravings were worse than anyone could describe from their own experiences and the back ache horrendous.

From the word go, the pregnancy presented fully at the front, due to the two sets of organs already vying for space. As a result, Donna was huge and waddled from four months onwards. From five months, the Doctor had had to give Donna an elastic support brace or risk Donna rupturing her abdominal wall or herniating a disk in her back. She could barely walk from thirty weeks into pregnancy and couldn’t lie on her back at all. Both of them had to take turns eating small meal, a mouthful at a time or risk starvation, or vomiting it all back up.

But there was worse to come. Just two hours into labor, it began to dawn on the Nobles that it was David who was getting the contractions, while Donna kept passing out. The Doctor had to give her oxygen support all through the thirty hours of the first stage, but pain relieving drugs only effected Donna, leaving David distressed and exhausted.

The Doctor knew this could cost them their lives. If one died, they would all die. But he could not risk speeding up the process. He wondered if their combined anatomy would make giving birth dangerous, but he had carefully measured the pelvises during an ultrasound and they were both stable and wide enough. David had found that very intriguing. He hadn’t wanted to say anything yet, but he was certain David was gay. The girly squeals, the ‘sisterly’ advice, and the love of handbags and all the girly talks he had enjoyed with Donna were the biggest giveaway. The Doctor had smiled, watching it happen all through the pregnancy. It had been a thing of beauty to watch. He had almost envied the bonding time.

All of a sudden, Donna grunted deeply. The Doctor popped up from his reverie and realized the baby was on its way. Both Donna and David were actively pushing, if uncoordinatedly. They needed a little help. He got them to push at the same time, to listen to what their body was telling them, feeling for the building contraction and to push together.

David growled out a spent breath. “I don’t want babies after this!”

Donna managed a smile of amusement. “You and me both,” she chimed in breathlessly. “It feels like a bloody tank!”

“Yeah, and squeezing it through a very small muff-”

“Oi!!”

“-ffler,” David finished. “As in gun muffler,” he explained. “I’m not that rude.”

The Doctor looked at them both, unsure if he should laugh or feel sympathetic. He was unsure his wife knew of her brother’s sexuality. Not that it would matter to her. Donna was more accepting than she gave herself credit for. She had lived up to her promise where David was concerned.

The strained grunting increased to pained squeals. David and the Doctor both encouraged Donna on. Donna, in turn, urged David to keep going. She couldn’t do it without him. Slowly and surely the baby girl entered the world. The Doctor laid her on Donna’s heaving chest, already in tears from the emotional journey.

This was the beginning of them as a family of three. But the Doctor knew this was also the beginning of the end of them as a unit of one. He would give Donna a few weeks to recover from the pregnancy and birth and then he would begin his tests with renewed vigor. He felt like a mad scientist experimenting on two unsuspecting patients. But in many ways, it was more horrific than that.

/=/=/=/=/

Chapter Six: Long-Awaited Freedom

Comments

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dm12
Jun. 17th, 2015 12:51 pm (UTC)
The minute you started cataloging Donna's complaints, I was thinking that David is like a small child, asking a zillion questions, always wanting something. It's just the way it is. And it's logical that they couldn't eat at the same time.

Add to that a real baby in there, and the complications go way up. Nauseous for half the pregnancy, having two bodies (one full grown) inside is bound to make things very uncomfortable. I can't even begin to imagine a 30 hour labor (thankfully, my longest was 6 hours) with two people trying to coordinate pushing the baby out.

Oh yes! A girl! Oh, with birth comes amnesia, so to speak... Donna will forget how awful the pregnancy and labor was when she holds her little baby and bonds to her. Otherwise, no one in their right mind would go through that again. One just tends to remember the best moments, like when you first feel the baby moving.

And now the Doctor needs to really get working on separating the two adult-sized people... dangerous proposition, but it needs to get done.
tkel_paris
Sep. 12th, 2015 05:35 am (UTC)
Yes. All true.

More as soon as I have the time. BUSY time right now, which is good and bad.
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tardis_mole
Jun. 17th, 2015 08:06 pm (UTC)
Excuse me??? I am not genderfluid. There is no such thing. I am dual-gendered. Get it right!

Secondly, since I wrote this chapter, I will answer you vitriol myself. I don't like your attitude. I don't like your insults. And I don't like your level of ignorance. Gender is genetic. I know genetics. I am geneticist. Being gay is also genetic. I know, because I have the ante-gene. I helped find and single out the ante-gene responsible. Get it right!

Thirdly, I'm not sexist or misogynistic, but for Shakespeare's sake, woman! It's not real. This is FANFICTION. Lie down before you hurt yourself.

And, coming in at a close fourth, if you don't like something, you know where the off-button is. But don't start flaming an author for something you know nothing about and probably don't have!
bas_math_girl
Jun. 17th, 2015 11:37 pm (UTC)
To share your body with another adult must be tricky, but for him to really be a child, that must have been hellish for Donna and David. Poor them. But at least they share similar interests and steadily bonded with each other.

Yay for a gorgeous baby girl! I'm sure she was worth all that pain. But the usage of the word "horrific" near the end there has me extremely worried for them. What on Earth/TARDIS is the Doctor going to have to do? *frets*
tkel_paris
Sep. 12th, 2015 05:36 am (UTC)
It took time, but they bonded. Which might be a problem in the last chapter.

You'll see. :)
2803bitsy
Jun. 18th, 2015 09:20 pm (UTC)
Really enjoying this story. looking forward to the next part.
tkel_paris
Sep. 12th, 2015 05:36 am (UTC)
Thank you. I'll post as soon as I can.
dm12
Jul. 26th, 2015 07:05 pm (UTC)
Where's the last chapter? Did I miss it somehow? Please post it if you haven't because I want to see how it all ends up.

Nope, I still don't see the end of this one... a gentle reminder to please post it if you're done writing it. I can't wait to see how this all works out! Poor Donna, poor David, and poor Doctor (ooh "D cubed!" A bit of math fun...). I wonder what the baby's name will be...

Edited at 2015-09-11 08:54 pm (UTC)
tkel_paris
Sep. 12th, 2015 05:34 am (UTC)
Sorry. I've blanked on this, partly due to needing to calm myself down after one comment. My beta took offense, and I don't blame hir. As soon as I have a moment I will post the last bit.

Sorry to make you wait.
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