AN: Although it is implied that Rose and the Doctor get involved, it is not written exclusivly for Rose. Fill in the intentional blanks with whatever you like. This is my first Doctor Who fic, so no flames please. This is meant to be a companion fic to another story I am currently working on. It will be up as soon as I finish at least one of my other stories.

The Bad Wolf Complex

Who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?

The Big Bad Wolf?

The Big Bad Wolf?

Who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?

Na-na-na-na-na-na.

The Doctor arose from his bed within the bowls of the TARDIS, the strange, mournful song echoing off the walls of the ship. He strained his ears, marveling at the noise.

Hush, little baby, don't say a word,

Mummy's gonna buy you a mockin' bird.

And if that mockin' bird don't sing,

Mummy's gonna buy you a diamond ring . . .

The Doctor passed Rose's bedroom, pausing for a moment to certify that the singing was not originating from within. Having been assured, the Doctor moved on, deeper into the mysterious ship.

And if that lookin' glass get's broke,

Mummy's gonna buy you a billy goat.

And if that billy goat won't pull,

Mummy's gonna buy you a cart and bull . . .

It was the sound of a small child, singing Earth nursery rhymes. What was a child doing on the TARDIS? The Doctor would never allow anyone so young aboard the hazardous vessel.

And if that dog named Rover won't bark,

Mummy's gonna buy you a horse and cart,

And if that horse and cart fall down,

you'll still be the sweetest baby in town.

Soon, he came upon a spare bedroom, the door slightly ajar. Slowly, the Doctor opened the door, allowing the light to fall upon the shaking form of a small human girl sitting on the bed with the covers drawn up to her chin. Upon seeing her, something new and amazing within the Doctor awoke, telling him to reach out to the child, comfort her, hold her in his arms.

"Daddy?" she whispered. Her voice was frail, delicate as a porcelain doll.

"Are you alright?" he asked. His newly awakened self told him not to deny that he might be her father.

"I had a dream, Daddy. One of the bad kind. Like the ones you had about the big War," she explained. Instantly, the Doctor found himself on the bed, pulling the little girl close to his chest. "Both of your hearts are thumping, Daddy," she said, smiling. "I like it when they thump like that, it sounds like the engines in the big room." She paused, thinking. "Daddy?"

"Yeah, sweet?" The Doctor found himself answering the girl.

"Do I have to go back to Earth and live with grandmum?"

"Only for a couple years, sweet," The Doctor responded. "Then you'll be big and strong, and I won't have to worry about you, because you'll be able to take care of yourself." -- Where did that come from? —He wondered.

"But Mummy always said that it was your job to worry," the child insisted.

"And she was right," he answered. "But I'll worry less when you're bigger. Then we can save the worlds together for years and years."

"For always?"

"No nearly as long as that, sweet, but almost."

"For almost always?" She demanded.

"Yeah," he answered, smiling. "For almost always."


When he awoke, the Doctor found himself in his bed with a serious headache. Rose sat beside him, half asleep herself.

"What happened?" he said groggily, forcing himself to sit up.

Rose awoke fully, gently pushing the Doctor back into his bed. "Better stay lying down for a bit longer, you've got a pretty nasty bump on your head. You fell out of your bed in the middle of the night. Is was actualy quite funny."

"Oh, really?" He said sarcastically. "And how's that funny?"

"Well, I never knew that full-grown men were known to fall out of bed," she laughed.

"It keeps me on my toes," he protested.

"Well, right now, it's keeping you in your bed. So, why did you fall out of bed?" She demanded after a short pause. "Bad dream?"

"Sort of."

"Wanna tell me about it?"

"Not particularly," he muttered.

"Well, you're the Time Lord," Rose sighed. "I guess I'll just have to be content with getting your breakfast." She stood, smiled down at him, and exited the room quietly, leaving the Doctor alone with his thoughts.

What was that? A Dream? A vision? It was so vivid, so real, I could have sworn it was real. I honestly though I was really there.

Who was that little girl? My daughter? But I've never had any children. What if she hasn't been born yet, though? Could that be possible? Could I really be having dreams about something that hasn't even happened yet? Wait a moment! That girl was singing "Who's Afraid of the big Bad Wolf?" Rose left the "Bad Wolf" message all over our past! Could she have sent one into the future too?

I thought we'd left the Big Bad Wolf behind on Satellite 5, but here it is again. It's haunting my footsteps. It's found me here, even in my dreams.

"I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself. I take the words," Rose waved her glowing hand, lifting the words "Bad Wolf" from the wall of Floor 500. "I scatter them in time and space," With another wave of the hand, the words floated away into nothingness. "A message to lead myself here."

Where else were you leading yourself, Rose? Were you leading yourself into the future too? To this little girl, perhaps? My daughter?

The Bad Wolf Complex. Rose – The Bad Wolf Complex

Answer me this, my lovely Wolf . . . Who is the mother?

When Rose returned bearing the Doctor's breakfast, she found him fast asleep, dreaming what she hoped were peaceful dreams.


Who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?

The Big Bad Wolf?

The Big Bad Wolf?

Who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?

Na-na-na-na-na-na.

"Are you there, sweet?" the Doctor said, wading through the glowing sea of light.

"Daddy?" Her voice echoed off the invisible dream-walls. "Where are you, Daddy? I'm scared! Help me, Daddy!"

"I can't find you!" He hollered into the empty dreamscape.

"Daddy! Daddy, I want Mummy!"

"I'm coming, sweet," He whispered. "I'm gonna find you . . ."

Who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?

The Big Bad Wolf?

The Big Bad Wolf?

Who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?

Na-na-na-na-na-na . . .


"Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?" is meant to be sung slowly, mournfully, not happily in any sense of the word; so imagine her singing it sadly, and you'll get the whole meaning of the story.

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