It had been exactly 949 years since He had left me on Bad wolf Bay, 897 years since John died, 912 years since Jackie died, 905 years since Pete died, and 881 years since my little brother Tony died. I turn 978 today, at least I think I do. I'm on my third regeneration, now. At least I'm not as clumsy as a certain other time lord is. This one is good, I now have bright, steely blue eyes, and a black pixie hairdo. I wear a black leather jacket over a black tank top, with black skinny jeans, and black converse. Yup, I'm all about black. I'm very pale and petite. My eyes landed on my hand. My finger fiddled with the Tardis blue sapphire ring. I had bought it a few years after John died. As a sort of remembrance of John. It's alien, it took a while to find it but she finally found a band that could perfectly fit itself to your finger. It readjusts, which works well with regeneration. I'm the Professor, I had stopped being Rose Tyler, Defender of the Earth a long time ago. My Tardis is disguised as a door, a black door. I pressed the helpful randomizer on my console and after a few short seconds my Tardis groaned to a stop. I had travelled to my own universe around 500 years ago, and I had thoroughly avoided the Doctor thanks to my old girl. When I opened the door, I stuck my tongue out, "Earth, 2004, Cardiff." I was puzzled, "Cardiff, why Cardiff?" I asked stepping fully out. Suddenly the black door closed behind me and I turned around. "Oi, let me in." I pounded on the door, but she groaned in annoyance. "Well, fine then." I turned and started to walk around the forest she had put me in. Sometimes the black door would appear against a wall or just be there in the middle of the room, against nothing.

No one's POV

She stopped in her tracks, as she saw the scene before her. There was a man with his back to her, he was wearing a tweed jacket, and beige pants. He had floppy brown hair, and he was waving around a sonic screwdriver toward the door of the blue police box, she used to call home. Before she could stop herself, she let out a choked whisper, "Doctor." Then she stamped her emotions down and sent out a smug smile. The floppy-haired person turned, and smiled politely.

"I'm sorry do I know you?" He asked, curiosity burning in his eyes. She looked at his hair.

She whispered again, quiet enough so he wouldn't hear, "Still not ginger, I see."

He asked again, "Do I know you?"

"No you don't, I'm afraid. But why are you using a sonic screwdriver against wood, it doesn't work that way?" She asked smiling smugly.

The smile vanished, "Who are you?"

She didn't want to tell him who she was, that would not work out well for either of them, "I have many names, so depending on where you're from, and how you know me, I have no idea what my name is." She said, sarcastically. "So who are you?"

"I'm the Doctor." He said, tucking the sonic into his pocket. "And you are?" He asked, gesturing to her.

She smiled knowingly and walked towards him. He shuffled his feet, nervously. She noticed and smiled wider at his nervousness. She was standing in front of him, now. "Hello, I'm the Professor," she rocked back on her heels, "Basically... run." She said, a twinkle in her eye. The Doctor's eyes widened as he remembered what he said to the Atraxi.

He walked until their noses were almost touching. He had his Oncoming Storm look on. She met his eyes and her strong facade faltered for a second but then she remembered she wasn't that scared naive blonde girl anymore. She was the Savior and she would damn well act like it. He noticed her little slip and he smiled slightly. She stared straight back at him and she looked fierce. "Who. Are. You?" He asked, punctuating each word, and narrowing his eyes.

She smiled, but it was grim. She leaned up to his ear, and whispered, "I'm the last person you would want to see." Then she leant back and smiled madly at him. He seemed to be in shock. So she took the chance to walk away with her hands folded together behind her. She walked back to her Tardis. When she got in she started laughing, and she didn't stop. She kept laughing until tears started sprouting from her eyes. She knew nothing was funny but if she stopped laughing then she would start crying and she couldn't have that. When she was done she set the Tardis to random and in a few seconds she landed with a groan. She got out and stuck her tongue out, tasting the air. Before she could identify it, she felt a sting in her neck. She brought a hand to her neck and pulled out a dart. Her eyes widened and then she blacked out.

The Doctor's P.O.V.

"Who was she? This professor, what does she do?" He muttered to myself. "Why was I scared, I'm never scared. Who? Who? Who?" He kept muttering. "I've never seen her before, maybe I did something to her in the future. What did she mean? Professor who?" He said aloud, talking to no one in particular. He fiddled with the controls and then set the randomizer. His Tardis groaned to a stop and he stepped out, his eyes immediately landed on the figure strapped to a chair. The figure looked up and he gasped as he recognized the professor who had ambushed him moments earlier. Her face was bloody. Her eyes widened, and she started to laugh. She laughed and laughed until tears streamed down her face.

Then she screamed, "Guess who's here?!" She screamed at the empty space. He looked around and realized he was in a hotel room, or what looked like a hotel room. "You sons of bitches! When I get my hands on you, you will beg for death! You hear me!" She screamed, then she looked at the Doctor. She narrowed her eyes, "Are you just going to stand there? Grab my sonic out of my back pocket." She said. She lifted up off the chair a little, to help him. He reached into the space between the chair and her back with his face pink. He reached into what seemed like a pocket and she gasped, "It's in the pocket. In the pocket." She growled through gritted teeth. He blushed red and pulled his hand out and then back into her pocket and pulled out a sonic screwdriver. It looked similarly like his last regenerations. He pointed it at the lock, and pressed it, making it release a whirring sound. It glowed black. The lock fell down and she flexed her fingers. She stood up and stumbled. She grabbed the chair arm to help her stand. The Doctor reached out his hands to help her but her glare made him pull back. Her breathing was labored and she clenched her eyes shut. "Let's see. 5 broken ribs, 1 punctured lung, and I'm pretty sure I have a sprained ankle." She looked at him with an amused, but sad expression. "So, overall I'm dying." She said, a small smile on her lips.

"No, you're going to be fine." The Doctor said, helping her sit down. "I can take you into my Tardis and you will be as good as new." He said, worried for her. "I promise you will make it through this."

She laughed and then flinched, "Stop with the sympathy crap." She said. "I have to make it through this. I am, whether I want to or not. Now go over there, so you don't get hurt." She said pointing to the corner. He looked confused but he walked over. She stood up and spread her arms and golden light sprouted from her tips. Then there was golden light shooting out from her arms and legs. The Doctors eyes widened as he realized... she was regenerating. The golden light faded and the girl before was gone. Now the new girl was decidedly smaller, and she had dark brown hair that went almost all the way to the back of her knees. She looked up at him and her eyes had changed from blue to a chocolate brown. Her clothes were baggy, now and she had sharp features. She blew out a stream of regeneration energy. She crossed her arms and looked at him. He just stood there shocked. She flinched and he realized, she's probably still hurting from the regeneration. Then she crippled over and gasped out, "Shit."

He ran over, and made sure she didn't fall, she straightened out and knocked off his hands with a small glare. He stepped back, giving her some room. "So, you're a time lord." He stated. She crossed her arms, uncomfortably and nodded. "How did you survive the Time war?" He asked taking a step forward. She looked down, and didn't answer. He realized that question must have hurt, "I'm sorry, you don't have answer that. Umm... How old are you?" He asked trying to sound non-chalant about it. She smiled.

"I'm 978. And you?" She asked.

He looked down, "Mmhmhm" He mumbled.

"What was that?" she asked, amused, taking another step forward.

"911," He said, crossing his arms, and pouting.

She mock- pouted him, and walked over. She patted his head, "Oh, you're so young."

He pointed, and opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out, he opened it again. He put his hand down, and pouted again, "Shut up." He said, simply. She started laughing, then she crippled over again, and sent out a stream of regeneration, again.

"God this sucks." She said, still unused to regeneration. "How can you bear this?" She asked, sitting down, again.

"How many times have you regenerated?" He asked.

"Counting this one, that's four. Why how many times have you regenerated?" She asked, the pain subsiding.

His eyes widened, "I'm on my eleventh, now. How did you avoid regeneration?"

"Oh, well I just avoided dying. And it was pretty easy, not many people want to be on my bad side." She said, a sly smile, on her lips.

"Who are you?" He asked, his Oncoming Storm voice seeping through.

She stood up, and walked over. She pasted her Savior look on her face. He flinched, and she smiled, "Matters on whose asking, now the Daleks," He flinched again, "Call me the Savior. The Cybermen call me the Silver Chaos. The Brokaba's of the Crimson Galaxy call me the All- Knowing. And I'm also a goddess of Fertility on one planet. So I have many names, but you can call me Professor." She said, a smile on her face only a madman could pull off. It reminded him somewhat of his tenth regenerations smile.

Before he could stop himself, he asked, "Professor who?"

She smiled, a tongue in teeth smile, before she could stop herself. The Doctor gasped, as he saw her smile. The Professor caught her mistake and closed her mouth, quickly before he could ask questions. "Just the Professor." She said, pasting a small smile on her face. No one had made her smile like that in centuries.

The Doctor's P.O.V.

"Professor Who?" I asked, before I could stop it. This professor knew about Daleks, and the Cybermen. She was a Time Lord, she just regenerated, she is 978, she is the Savior, the Silver Chaos, the All-Knowing, she is... impossible. I came to that conclusion. I looked at her awaiting an answer. She smiled, a tongue- in- teeth smile. I let out a gasp that was Rose's smile, only Rose's smile, no one else could smile like that. I blinked and the smile was gone, she had her mouth closed. I couldn't help the images that flashed in my head. Rose smiling, Rose in that old Victorian dress as we handled the Gelth. Rose's eyes glowing gold as she killed the Daleks. Rose kissing me, and me saving her. Rose's possessed body kissing me. Rose screaming as she let go of the lever. Rose going away in a flash of light as Pete saved her. Rose telling me she loved me. Me not telling her. Rose running to me throwing the gun to the side, and me getting shot. Rose asking me if I could say it. Rose kissing my metacrisis. My mind was filled with Rose, just Rose, Rose, Rose.

"Just the Professor." She said, smiling slightly. Her voice drew me back to the present.