I love this story too much. That's why I am sitting here writing an extra chapter for it when I SHOULD be updating my other fics. I just have too many IDEAS concerning this story.

Better start soon, then!

Disclaimer: Do you honestly think that Doctor Who is mine? If so, I'm confused. I am a teenager named Lulu, not the British Broadcasting Corporation. I am one person, not a huge organization. I also do not own these characters. They have all been kidnapped for my nefarious purposes. I'll give them back as soon as I'm done.

Here we go! Allons-y!

Age 10

"Are you afraid of anything?" Rose asked curiously, sitting on a small bench at the edge of the playground, pretty far away from the other children.

John shrugged. "Not really."

Rose smiled, having expected this answer from her new friend. "Me neither." Then she frowned. "Except for... the dark, I guess."

"Ah," John said, nodding sagely. "Fear of the dark. One of the most common fears of all." He sat down next to her on the bench. "You know what's cool about the fear of the dark?" he asked, voice low and mysterious.

Rose shook her head, suddenly breathless with anticipation. "What?" she whispered.

John looked around, checking to see if anyone was listening, then leaned forward and muttered, "It's not actually the darkness that you're scared of."

"Then what am I scared of?" Rose murmured back, intrigued.

"The unknown," John replied, that twinkle that appeared whenever he shared some of his knowledge with someone glistening in his eyes. "We can't see in the dark. We don't know what might be lying in wait for us. We aren't afraid of the dark... We're afraid of what's hiding in it."

Rose shivered playfully. "Creepy!"

"I know!"

The pair laughed.

Dark night. Road shining in the headlights. Rain pounding on the windshield, on the metal roof. Loud, loud pounding, like knocking. Something knocking to come in, something not getting an answer as tires spin on tarmac. No chains on the tires (they'd driven in rain before, no need for chains). Slipping and sliding down the road in an already hard-to-control vehicle...

FLASH!

A skidding as tires fail to get traction, a shriek of terror from the driver's seat, and a cliff in front of the front wheels-

Because the knocking outside was Death.

John woke up, panting, just in time for a rumble of thunder to roll in, causing him to shiver as he burrowed into the covers. Tears streamed down his face like the rain outside his window, like the rain in his dream.

He wasn't there when it happened, but it was so vivid in his mind. The bright flash of lightning, startling his parents and causing them to lose control. Tires slipping, and then the cliffing.

A sob ripped out of his throat, choked off before it really began but still needing to be heard. He buried his head into his arms, muffling his cries. It wouldn't do for Rose to see him like this...

"John?"

A gasp sounded, and he quickly wiped away his tears. "Yeah, Rose?"

"What's wrong?" the girl asked her friend softly, trying hard not to wake her mother in the other room. "Why are you crying?"

John swallowed back his whimpers. "N-nothing's wrong. I'm not crying."

"Please don't lie to me, John." Her voice was firm and commanding while still sounding concerned. "Let me help."

John shook his head. "You can't help."

Rose frowned and sat herself down next to John. "Let me be the judge of that."

"No, really," John insisted, trying to fend his friend off. "I'm fine."

"John." Rose's tone allowed no argument. "Tell me what's wrong."

There was nothing different about her. She was still the same Rose Tyler he'd met not too long ago. Dark hair, wide mouth, and big, deep eyes. Nothing had changed. She was just his friend.

But he wanted to tell her now.

"It was..." He swallowed, hard. "My parents. I was at Aunt Sylvia's. They were going to a- a thing, a family thing. It was... storming. Like tonight, but it was darker where they were, less street lamps. The road was slippery, and they didn't have tire chains, and there was lightning-" John paused, breathing heavily, eyes darting back and forth as though he was watching it happen. "It was the worst possible place. There was a cliff- Bars were there, more for guidance than anything, and they smashed right through and-" More tears fell, and he couldn't stop them. "The police- they came and they told us the whole thing. They said it must have been lightning. They didn't run off the road for the fun of it."

Rose didn't say a word, eyes welling up. John closed his own, knowing that the waves of sympathetic remarks would soon be flowing forth. "I'm so sorry for your loss," and "It'll be okay someday," and "You poor thing." He hated that.

But it didn't come. Instead, he was enveloped in a warm hug.

"When?" she asked into his ear.

"Three months before I started coming to school here," John answered, almost unwillingly.

Rose nodded. "I see," she murmured.

She didn't let him go.

Minutes passed and her grip neither tightened nor weakened. Eventually, the pair fell asleep, John in his sleeping bag and Rose beside it on the floor, hand still clutching hand.

"So... when you said you aren't afraid of anything..."

"Storms," John replied bluntly, picking at his eggs and toast. "Lightning and thunder and driving in the rain."

Rose nodded thoughtfully. "I... am afraid of wolves."

John looked up in confusion. "What?"

"You heard me," Rose said, blushing. "You told me yours. It's only fair." She shuddered. "I'm terrified of wolves."

"Why?" John asked, curious.

Rose shrugged. "Not really sure. I just saw them at the zoo, and they weren't like the lions or the bears or the crocodiles. They just seemed so... intelligent. Like they were looking at us and understanding everything we were saying, planning their escape." She looked down at her cereal. "One looked me right in the eye. It was a girl- they were all girls in that habitat- and her eyes were big and blue and she just stared at me for a second. And then she snarled all of a sudden and leaped at me and I was so scared that she would make the jump." Rose closed her eyes, breathing hard.

John hesitantly reached over and grabbed her hand. She looked up at him. Together, they smiled softly and continued eating their breakfast.

"For the record," John mumbled through a mouthful of egg, "I think you're the biggest, baddest wolf of them all."

Rose laughed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that your presence threatened that wolf," John explained, swallowing down his food. "You're terrifying, Rose Tyler. You're a regular Bad Wolf."

"Well, if I'm a wolf, then you're a storm," Rose replied.

John's grin was slightly forced, but not noticeably so. "What sort of storm?"

"An Oncoming Storm. Just over the horizon, always there, always ready." Rose smiled. "You're terrifying, John Noble."

Somehow, these were the best compliments they could give each other. The Bad Wolf and the Oncoming Storm.

The names fit, like in some other place, some other time, that's what they were really called. Their fears, brought into being as strength.

They didn't know what it really meant. They were young. Still, they knew the feeling behind it- recognized it, even if they couldn't name it- and that was enough.

End of Extra 1

Well. There's the first one. We'll see how the rest goes!

RFF and tell me what you thought of my first extra! I know I said I'd mostly add stuff about Jenny, but I want to add to the main storyline as well with these little (or not so little) snippets.

The word of the day is RUGOSE! This means full of wrinkles. Literally. That's the actual definition. Go and look it up, you'll see.

Love ya! lulu