She could see everything. It really hurt to have to entire Time Wortex crammed into her human head, but she didn't care. The things she saw made it worth it. The Doctor was about to kiss her, like she had wanted to the minute she had ran into the TARDIS in 2005. The kiss would kill him though. Not long after that, she would get possessed and snog him mercilessly. She saw the events at the beach, placing a Bad Wolf there too. The Doctor needed to know that she would eventually cross back over from the other universe. She littered every spot she saw herself bleeding through with a Bad Wolf. The Metacrisis Doctor (John, they would call him John) told her he loved her and she kissed him while the proper Doctor looked on. The adjustment to John was difficult, but they made it past that. She saw them both working for Torchwood, her happily pregnant and him sneaking away from his position as assistant director as often as possible to fawn over her. In this universe she saw him regenerate and wreck the TARDIS into a redhead's garden. She tried to seduce him but he shot her down, wound of her own love fresh on his hearts. There was another woman though, the redhead's daughter, that brought him back out of his shell. They restarted the universe (she wondered if she had existed like this before the stars came back) and later she killed him. The Wolf wanted to shut off the Vortex when she saw the two of them wrapped in sheets and moaning in Gallifreyan. She didn't want to see it, even if it wasn't her Doctor.
"My head... It's killing me." She was going to forget. She saw it. As soon as he absorbed the Vortex the memory disappeared, and when he regenerated, the same thing would happen to him.
"Come here. I think you need a doctor."
His lips. His everything. She didn't want to forget this. Make Rose remember, the Wolf cried silently. Make her remember...
She felt the Vortex slip from Rose into the Doctor. Bad Wolf felt herself fade when Rose fainted, but she pressed the memory of the kiss into her brain before she went.
Remember.
A/N: *tour guide voice* And to your right you will see the author thanking you all profusely, with tears in her eyes, for sticking through her endless ramblings about the love affairs and friendships of a millenia-old somehow British alien. Oh, and the Sherlock and Zelda fics, if you read them. Or not. That's cool too.
But anyways, yeah, THANKS FOR BEING WONDERFUL! I LOVE YOU ALL! WHOO!