a/n: Hey Guys! This is my first fanfic, and I hope you like it! I've been reading them for years, but this is the first I've written. It's un-betaed, so if anyone wants the job, let me know in a review or via PM. i really hope you like it!
- BadTimeWolf
P.S - What did everyone think of Capaldi and Deep Breath?
The worst part about traveling with the Doctor, Rose thought, was getting left behind. Monsters and aliens she could deal with – heck, mostly she enjoyed fighting the monsters. There was this indescribable, buoyant high she would get after each crisis successfully averted. And aliens? Well, they were just people when it came down to it, some you liked, some you didn't – it just depended on the individual.
Getting left behind was another matter. Oh, Rose knew that it had been unintentional, accidental even. The first time. The second time, with her human Doctor, not so much. Rose had been so hurt, so angry, and had wasted so much time on that. She'd spent all that time fighting to get back to him – to be dismissed so easily had been a wound not easily healed. But her and James had worked through that, and then they'd begun their forever.
But fate had the last laugh. Because as James Noble got older, it had shown in his face – handsome as ever, but with a few deeper creases, and sprinkling of grey hairs. It didn't take long for them to realise that James may have been getting older – but Rose wasn't.
It had been a difficult situation to face now that the roles had reversed – and neither had known exactly how to deal with it. James had told Rose he would spend his now shorter forever with her, and they had both tried to ignore the irony in that. Rose had not had the centuries the Time Lord Doctor had to grow jaded and cynical about life and death, the spin of the Earth.
She had though she'd dealt with losing the Doctor once – how could it get any worse than that? But the loss of a husband was different to the separation of a love.
And James being human didn't lessen the sting of being left behind by the Doctor once again.
So as Rose stepped towards the alien species, sonic blaster in hand, she wondered if this would be it. If this would be the time she would die, joining her husband wherever he was. Oh, she wasn't suicidal – but she wasn't afraid of death.
"The Bad Wolf…" the grating voices of many rushed through Rose's head, translated courtesy of the lingering effects of the TARDIS. "The Prime Architect…"
Fear rushed through Rose's veins. How could the beings know that name? That name had not been used since her original universe. And what was with the second title?
"The wot?" Rose asked, reverting to her London roots and dropping the more cultured accent she had striven to achieve in her surprise. "You can't know that. I'm no' known as that 'ere. And wot the bloody 'ell was wiv that second one?"
"The Bad Wolf is common to all universes," rasped the aliens. "Her destiny is known throughout the multiverse, burnt into the skies and stars and we, the Momentri, shall be the instruments to begin it!"
Before Rose could react, a beam of light hit her in the middle of the chest. She gasped, feeling like she was breathing in fire, the feeling consuming her.
"Finally," she breathed, before she began to dissolve and everything went black.
