Summary: She doesn't remember, but she fears.
If she was asked, "Who's afraid of the big, Bad Wolf?" Rose Tyler would not answer.
Because she doesn't remember.
(doesn't recall the wolf, the howl, the ache, the pain spreading like webs behind golden eyes)
She doesn't know she held power and forever in her hands for a second and felt like a God, a God protecting her Doctor, her lover.
(a mate, a wolf mates forever, makes a mark and leaves a stain on the skin of the marked)
She forgot it, got part of her ripped away by the kiss of a man she's loved and then killed, and was content because she didn't know how not to be when she didn't remember.
(chose not to remember, there's not enough power in the universe to draw the Bad Wolf out of Rose Tyler, not enough and the Doctor knows it so they run and run and run so she never looks into her mind and sees what she was, what she did)
Rose Tyler was the Bad Wolf, was big and bad and dangerous, but she doesn't know it – doesn't realize it and the blocks on her mind are not so strong so her heart whines away for the part of it that got pulled. Contrary to the Doctor's self-delusion Rose Tyler didn't absorb the Bad Wolf – she recognized it in herself, she pulled it from the depths of her heart with the help of the TARDIS and let it consume her.
(always been the wolf, always heard the howl, passed it off as a trick of the mind not a call of the heart, just a girl, can't be dangerous, oh how wrong she was, little girl playing with the wolf doesn't know she is the master)
But it doesn't matter anymore, because she doesn't remember.
So if you asked Rose Tyler, "Who's afraid of the big, Bad Wolf?" She wouldn't know what to say.
(but somewhere inside of her, something lost to time and the Doctor's lips, would cry out, would hear:
"who's afraid of the big, bad wolf?"
and something that knows it's power, it's pain, would whisper:
I am.)
Aimlessly Unknown.
