#what happened to a universe without the doctor doesnt bear thinking of

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Somehow even after all of the other atrocities with Dhawan Master and everything else Chibnall did with the Gallifreyans I still didn't think all of the gifsets with the lyrics to Rasputin were real

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Athy athy im on my knees begging what happens next in the pregnant smick??? Does seb tell him?? Does he push it thinking eh its fine ill tell him another time until mick figures it out himself and is like OH. OH WAIT. and inevitably goes into a spiral re: why didnt seb tell me am i NOT the father/is he not planning to keep it/i am the father and he is planning to keep it but really doesnt want me anywhere near them/whats going on ATHY PLEASE i need answers🙏🙏🙏

Dear anon this universe is entirely the brainchild of the brilliant @rosyjuly, better known as the beloved elevator anon around these parts. Truly, none of this would exist without her, lines included. (She’s a genius and I’m in love) ANYWAY, I’m just frolicking in her sandbox, and with her permission, I’ll give you a lil peek, don’t tell anyone!

Essentially, Mick knocks Seb up by accident. Seb thinks he can't have children anymore, maybe he thinks he’s a little too old. They don’t fuck with condoms. During one of his heats Seb asks for Mick to knot him through it, and Mick agrees in an instant, of course he’d help of course of course in fact he would much prefer if Seb only ever asked him to help. The heat passes, it’s all done and dusted like every other time, except Seb starts to get some telltale signs. Morning sickness, tender, really tender, swollen tits, all that. He goes to the doctor, heart in his throat. Well hello, Mick’s put a baby into him.

Except Mick never meant to, right? This was all an accident. And Seb can’t bear the idea of trapping Mick with a baby because this was his fault, he got careless, he told Mick he wouldn’t be able to carry anymore, and now he has a baby? And knowing Mick, kind-hearted, giant-hearted Mick, he’d drop everything to take care of them both. And how can he do that to Mick? Mick who’s just starting his racing career? How is he supposed to race and fight his way to the top of the world where he belongs while worrying about Seb and a child?

So Seb… does not tell Mick. In this snippet during one of Seb’s pseudo heats, where Seb’s already pregnant, Seb lies about it all, even though Mick verges on wonder—Seb’s pregnant? Surely it’s him, right? Surely he’s the father? But Seb goes, uh, uh, no, I just. Lactate during heats. And Mick shovels his disappointment down because he shouldn’t want anymore than he’s being given! He’s already been allowed so much! That he has the right to attend to Seb in his heats is already more than he’s ever imagined. So he carries on.

Except you can’t hide this kind of thing for very long. Maybe Seb misses ROC because he’s showing so obviously. Seb starts to ignore Mick’s calls, his increasingly worried texts. Eventually, Mick goes fuck it, and shows up at Seb’s door.

Seb opens it, completely unaware, and, well. There’s no hiding it this time. Mick very carefully goes, “Can I come in?”

Seb mutely steps aside.

“Who’s the—”

“I’d rather you didn’t ask,” Seb says quietly.

Mick’s jaw clicks shut. That… stings. He’d thought. Well. He doesn’t know what to think. Seb has every right to have another partner. He’s never been promised to Mick. He just thought.

But, the house smells clean of another alpha. Seb smells… just like himself. Rain, earth, mint; now with a soft tint of honey beneath it all. Maybe something happened. Maybe the alpha left. Maybe’s Seb trying to do this alone and my god. He shouldn’t have to. Mick wants to bare his teeth, demand for an explanation, if only so he can get his hands on the other alpha’s neck.

Mick swallows his indignation down. Seb doesn’t need that now. “Whatever you need. You know that.”

Seb doesn’t think he has the right to ask anymore of Mick. But there are instances, where in his pregnancy his hormones are a wack and he needs, he just needs so badly, and Mick’s so willing, so kind, he eats Seb out until Seb’s legs shake, he keeps his hand on Seb’s belly while he fucks Seb so gently, he’s just—everything Seb could ever need, but above every fibre in him crying out for his alpha Seb upholds Mick’s (perceived) needs above his own, and so he doesn’t say anything.

Then for one of his later doctor’s appointments, Seb’s tiring easier so he asks Mick to come along. Mick thinks about how he isn’t the father and how it’d hurt for him to sit there next to Seb while the doctor talks about a baby that isn’t his but decides it’d hurt infinitely more if he left Seb alone. He told Seb, Whatever you need, and that stands true regardless.

Except of course they go for an ultrasound and both of them are emotional because that’s Seb’s! His baby! And then in the car Mick loses his temper a little, goes, “I can’t believe he’d leave you like that. What kind of alpha would leave their omega like that?” What kind of man would leave Seb like that?

And Seb makes this wounded noise, “I’m not anybody’s omega. And I chose to do this.”

And they drive back sullen and stung and Mick makes tea and calms himself down, and then gets to his knees in front of Seb. Very sincerely says, “I know you chose to do this. And I know you’re not mine. But.” He lets out a bitter, self-deprecating laugh. “But I always wanted you to be. And I would still, if you’d let me. I’d take care of you both.”

Seb’s staring at him like he’s grown an extra head because Mick can’t seriously be offering what he thinks Mick’s offering. “You can’t,” he says faintly, shocked into speaking. “You’re young and you’ve got so much going on and. You can’t.”

Mick’s jaw gets this stubborn set, and oh. Oh. He looks so much like. Oh. “Why not? I can choose what I want to do, and I know I want to be there for you both, even if you never tell me who—”

“It’s yours,” Seb says weakly.

Silence, before Mick flinches away as the words sink in. Seb sags with defeat. He’s gone and messed everything up. Mick would’ve accepted him, but he’s gone and lied and done something so terrible and so unforgivable and—

Mick gets up, heads toward the door.

“Mick,” Seb pleads.

“I can’t be around you right now,” Mick says, all the warmth squeezed out of his voice. “Bye, Seb.”

Mick leaves and Seb dissolves into sobs, the heaving kind that hurts your chest, while Mick goes off and tears his fingers through his hair. What kind of alpha is he? Seb didn’t even want to tell him. Seb would rather have raised the child by himself then tell him. What kind of alpha does that make him? How had he failed so badly? How had he fallen short by so great a margin? What does that speak of his competency as a mate, a partner? He hasn't cried since... well. Mick drops his head in his hands, letting the tears leak through his fingers.

(Suns, it’s awful. But it becomes better. I just... won't tell you how for now because this is turning into a fic.)