Author's Note: I realized that I submitted an old file so there are going to be slight changes. Characters belong to the BBC.
The say that time can be rewritten but some points are fixed; that they have always happened, are always happening, and always will happen. But what if there was someone who could manipulate time itself and just didn't know it….
I still missed him so much and so often that getting out of bed and leaving dreams filled with him each day
was agonizing. It had been three years since Darlig Ulv Stranden where we had said goodbye. Often I
wondered what the Doctor had been about to say before the supernova had burnt out. Some days it felt
like I could feel all the movements of the Earth through space like I use to feel when he would grab my
hand and on those days I would call in sick to work and just lay there feeling the turning of the Earth
imagining that I was there with him. Working for Torchwood did have good aspects in that I knew I was
doing something productive with my life rather than pining or worse, becoming a shop girl again. Today we
were going to raid an illegal alien drug market; they had been selling a variety of drugs. Ones to take you
up, and to bring you down, aphrodisiacs, contraceptive aids, sleeping meds, poisons and more, there were
even rumors that they had a plant that if you inhaled the smoke from the burning petals you would be able
to see your future but that was complete rubbish. I was gearing up for the raid and attached my long-
range tazer to my gun belt; the Doctor had always hated guns so when I first joined Torchwood I refused
to take one. Everyone had just finished gearing up so we packed into the van for the short drive to the
assembly spot, a short while later our forces were arranged around the building and my commander gave
the signal as we poured into the building. Smoke hovered thick and cloying in the air from burning flowers;
I clapped my hand over my mouth and tried not to breath it in. I saw several people in front of me collapse
and I bent down to check their pulses, everyone was unconscious but everyone's pulse was steady. I made
to stand up but the smoke from the flowers had made me woozy, suddenly it felt like someone was taking
a jackhammer to my skull and… I stood inside my own memories watching the werewolf, as his creepy
throaty voice said, "There is something of the wolf about you. You burn like the sun but all I need is the
moon!" And then I was standing in the control room of Satellite 5 facing the Emperor of the Daleks, the
False God and my first Doctor in his leather jacket and jumper as I spoke the words, "I can see the whole of
time and space, every single atom of your existence, and I divide them" and then blackness…
I woke up in Torchwood's infirmary feeling slightly woozy as I looked around blearily, the other cots were
empty so the others must have recovered already. Gingerly I sat up and looking around noticed the chart
hanging off the end of my bed, I leaned over and grabbed it before sitting back down. Not bothering to look
at patient information I went straight to Diagnosis to see that I was fine and there would be no lasting
effects from the inhalation even though I had been unconscious the longest. About to place it back on the
rack I saw that under name it read, "Rose 'Bad Wolf' Tyler." Words that I had never seen in this universe
suddenly appearing, words that I had never told anyone, words that weren't supposed to be connected to
me any longer… Pushing up off the bed I made my way out the infirmary and into my office, which wasn't far
away. I sat down at my desk and logged into Torchwood's secure network and typed in my own name, the
search results showed nothing, the records were blank, my two years at Torchwood, the identity I had
gotten here was all gone. I tried to clamp down on the panic that I felt rising and think about what this
might mean. When I had become the Bad Wolf I had been linked to the heart of the TARDIS and the time
vortex had been poured into my head, after defeating the Daleks the Doctor had absorbed the remaining
vortex energy and had then regenerated but what if not all the energy had been absorbed? What if I still
carried part of the TARDIS with me, could I use it to get home without causing two universes to collapse?
Author's Note 2: I still can't believe that I made such an amateurish mistake and for that I apologize. The two quotes that were at the bottom of the unaltered file will appear later in the story. I hope I didn't turn reader's off with my mistake. Reviews are always welcome!