AN: Hello! Yes, I know, I'm still alive, and I am so sorry that I haven't posted anything in years. I'm thinking about starting a whole new account all together, but instead, I just decided to make this. I hope you enjoy.

Yes, I did get hooked on Doctor Who. It happens. I just love the Doctor now, and especially Rose. So here is something that's been ruminating in my mind since Doomsday. Hope you enjoy. I apologize if I messed anyone up, I'm pretty sure I didn't get Martha or Sarah Jane right, but I'm pretty sure I nailed the Doctor, so I might be happy with that.

Anyways, this happens after Doomsday and before Utopia, and pretty much throws all of the fourth season and beyond out the window. YAY! Enjoy!

"Sarah Jane Smith!" The Doctor exclaimed, stepping out of the TARDIS to give the woman a hug. "How are you?"

"I'm fine, Doctor," She replied, returning the hug. "And yourself?"

"I'm always fine, Sarah Jane, you know that," The Doctor stepped back, and turned, pointing to Martha. "This is Martha Jones. She's actually a real doctor."

"Nice to meet you, Martha. My name is Sarah Jane. And, Doctor, if I'm not mistaken, don't you have doctorates in almost every major scientific field?" Sarah Jane shook Martha's hand and raised an eyebrow at the Doctor.

"Weeeelllll, yes, maybe," The Doctor stood there, hands in his coat pockets, a wide grin on his face. Sarah Jane smiled.

"Where's Rose?"

It was honestly amazing how fast the grin fell from the Doctor's face. He stiffened, his jaw tightening slightly, his head falling down a bit. He looked up, his eyes steady on Sarah Jane's. "Gone," he said softly. " You remember the Daleks and Cybermen mess a few months back?" He paused, waiting for the nod. "Yes, Rose got trapped on the other side of a dimensional wall." HIs lips curved up into a smile, but both women watching him could tell it was fake. "She's alright though, safe and sound. Her mum and Mickey are both over there with her, so she's fine."

Sarah Jane nodded. She knew the Doctor well enough to tell that he wasn't alright with this. She could see the pain in every line on his face. She also had a feeling that wherever Rose was, she wasn't 'fine' either. There had been something between the two of them that Sarah Jane could actually feel, and it wasn't something that would let them be happy for a very long time. However, she dropped it.

"Right," She said with a nod. "I called you because I found an anomaly that I think you might find interesting. A friend of mine was up here a few weeks ago and ended up broken down in a rainstorm. Luckily, she was able to find a house, a manor really, nearby where she could stay the night. Normally this is nothing interesting and she wouldn't call me about it. However, the way she described it, she said that it was haunted. That the house itself was just wrong in every way imaginable. Nothing happened, luckily, though she did say that she heard howling, and that she saw movement in all the mirrors. When she got back into town, she called me, asking me to check it out. As she says, I'm better with the weird stuff. I checked it out online. Now this is why I called you. I can see it in every picture, this manor, but every reading I get on it stated quite firmly that it doesn't exist."

"Oh?" The Doctor's eyebrows rose up to his hairline. "Doesn't exist?"

"Yes, it's not there. There is no information on the house, the grounds were never built on, there is no paperwork at all stating a house should be there. Not only that, but I scanned for it. There is no heat radiation, no metal, no nothing. The house doesn't exist, but yet, in every picture that's been taken of the area in the last few weeks, it's there. It appeared literally two months ago, as if it just popped up and existed. Yet, it doesn't exist."

"That's why you called me?"

"Of course," Sarah Jane smiled. "I figured if anyone could tell me about this house, it would be you."

"Well, then, shall we check it out?" THe Doctor grinned, his face brightening. He did love a good mystery.

They took Sarah Jane's car up to through the forest to where the house had been pictured. The Doctor was sitting shotgun, slightly put out since Sarah Jane had been adamant about letting him drive. Martha was sitting in the back, thankful that Sarah Jane had put her foot down. She knew how the Doctor drove the TARDIS, she really didn't want to know how he drove a car.

This trip was generally uneventful, the Doctor babbling on about nothing. Martha was pretty sure the man could not handle silence at all. She just smiled and nodded at appropriate times, as the Doctor relayed to Sarah Jane the whole Shakespeare debacle.

They fell quiet as they pulled onto a back road and were met by two huge black Victorian style gates. The Doctor slid out from the car, already pushing on his glasses and pulling out his sonic screwdriver. Martha watched from the car as he pointed the screwdriver at the gates and buzzed it. His eyebrows slanted together, almost creating a perfect V on his forehead as he crept closer, buzzing the gates and shaking his head. He ran back to the driver side of the car to stick his head in the window.

"You're right, it doesn't exist," He said quietly. "Which is impossible, by the way."

"So what do we do?" Sarah Jane asked.

"We go in of course," The Doctor grinned. "Got to figure out what's going on in there. Never seen a house of nothing before. Wonder how it got here."

"If it's nothing, how are we going to open the gates?" Martha questioned, scooting up in her seat.

"Hmm," The Doctor turned and walked back to the gates. He pointed the screwdriver at it, and sighing, stuck the tool back into his pocket. It wouldn't work on nothing. He slid his hand onto one of the bars to look for a key hole, when suddenly there was a loud creaking sound. He let go and backed up, as the gates swung open to allow them in.

"What did you do?" Sarah Jane yelled from the car.

The Doctor ran back, slipping back into the passenger seat. "Nothing," He said shrugging. "Just touched them."

"Weird," Martha muttered, as they drove through the gates.

They followed a long winding driveway in silence, even the Doctor for once keeping his mouth shut. The driveway was surrounded by forest, a dense dark kind that one reads about in stories. Even during the day, the path was shrouded with shadows, no sunlight escaping the canopy above.

They finally reached the house, a large manor of old design that looked like it belonged in a horror movie. It was black, decrepit and broken down, shattered window panes and a semi collapsed roof. It almost looked like it was covered in moss and ivy, but closer inspection showed that there were no plants around it. For a foot wide circle around the house, not even weeds were growing.

"Well, that's odd," Martha murmured as she scrambled out of the back seat. The Doctor and Sarah Jane were already out, staring up at the house in awe.

It wasn't really the look of the house that made it so creepy. There was something else, a doubt in the back of the mind. It looked there, she could tell it was there, but everything in her said it wasn't. Everything in her being balked at the thought of going into the house, because everything in her being said that it wasn't there.

"That's very, very odd," The Doctor said quietly. It was his serious voice, the one he used for when things were very bad. Martha straightened, almost wanting to ask if they could go now.

"Doctor, why does it feel like that?" Sarah Jane asked, her voice a mere whisper.

"Because it seems to be made of Void stuff," The Doctor stepped closer, his eyes taking in the house. "Which, again, is impossible. The Void is just that, void. There is nothing there, nothing at all. You can't take nothing and make it into something. Beyond that, it can't be here, because the Void is sealed. No in, no out. I sealed it myself. Even if it wasn't, I don't believe that there is a rift here, though I might be wrong on that point. I never looked at where dimensional rifts were before, and now," He paused, the brief silence heavy "I just don't."

"But there must be some reason why it's like this." Martha said, stepping closer to the Doctor. Even if he didn't want her, she still felt safer closer to him. She noticed that Sarah Jane had wrapped her arms around herself.

"Oh, there is. We're probably not going to find it out here," He smiled back at them, but it was forced. "Inside, we go. Alon-"

A howl, long and lonely broke through his words. He straightened, his eyes wide, and Sarah Jane spun and gasped, backing up. Martha turned as well, and swallowed a scream.

Wolves, huge and black, were making their way up the drive way, golden eyes blazing, glaring at the three people. The wolves were taller then any wolf Martha had ever seen, bigger then Sarah Jane's car, and there were at least ten of them. They were pitch black, and it almost seemed as if there was gold swirls in their fur. They snarled, snapping at one another as they stalked towards The Doctor and the humans.

"Slowly," The Doctor said quietly, "Back up into the house," Martha glanced over to see him taking small, slow steps back. She and Sarah Jane began to follow, and he paused to let them go first.

The wolves fanned out, a semi-circle around them, forcing them into the house. However, once Martha touched the front step, the wolves stopped moving in. They sat, staring at them, waiting for them to go into the house.

'Hold on,' Martha thought, blinking, as Sarah Jane began pushing on the door. The wolves weren't staring at them. In all honesty, they didn't even seem to notice Martha or Sarah Jane. Every pair of golden eyes were locked onto the Doctor. They all stared at him as if he was the only person there. A cry of triumph sounded from behind her, and Sarah Jane grabbed her arm to pull her into the house.

Soon, they were in the house, door slammed, a physical barrier between them and the massive beasts outside. All three let out a huge sigh, relief painted on their faces, when the Doctor started to laugh. Martha stared at him for a moment, wondering if he was mad, when he stopped almost abruptly, straitening from his position leaning on the door.

"What?" Sarah Jane asked, looking at him.

"In the mirror," He said quietly, pointing up at the square mirror hanging on the foyer wall. "I thought I saw something."

He stared at his reflection for a moment, before shaking his head. "Nope," He popped the 'p' sound with a grin, turning to them. "Must've imagined it."

"What were those things?" Martha asked, her voice shaking.

"Wolves, I'd say," Sarah Jane replied. "But they were too big to be wolves. And their fur was wrong."

"No, they only looked like wolves. They were made of the same thing as the house, Void stuff," The Doctor said. "Which again, impossible. You can't make things out of Void stuff to begin with, and you certainly can't create anything remotely resembling life with it." His eyes almost glazed over, staring off at something no one else could see. Martha had quietly dubbed this face his "Rose" face.

"Well, someone has spit upon your definition of impossible," Martha quipped. The Doctor looked at her, almost as if seeing her for the first time.

"Quite right," He replied softly. He turned, his eyes taking in the house. "Who ever made this house enjoyed their gothic Victorian literature. It's very Edgar Allen Poe."

"Yes," Sarah Jane replied, following him into the sitting room. "It does seem a bit dark. Did you notice the plaque hanging by the door?"

"No," Martha said, while the Doctor turned to look at Sarah Jane, shaking his head.

"It had the name of the house on it." She said something that sound vaguely gaelic and the Doctor grinned.

"Did you mean 'Faolchu Dana?" He said, allowing the words to roll of his tongue perfectly.

Sarah Jane shrugged, "I believe that's it. Do you know what it is?"

"Gaelic. It means-" His face went blank, his eyes widening. Both women watched as his fists clenched, and he let out a shaky breath, before closing his eyes shut tightly.

"Doctor?" Martha asked quietly, stepping forwards slightly. He shook his head, and opened his eyes. His gaze was blazing, his face the face of the Oncoming Storm, the Destroyer of Worlds. Martha stumbled back, gulping in sudden fear.

"What does it mean?" Sarah Jane asked, her voice quiet, her arm wrapping around Martha's shoulders.

"Bad wolf," He said quietly. "Faolchu Dana. The Bad Wolf."

Howls echoed through the entire house.