All that is, all that was, all that ever could be; the whole of time and space. She could see it all, all at once. She saw the past, her past, a shop girl, letting the days blur together, letting time pass her by. At least that was a part of her past, Rose Tyler's life. Her past was so much larger.
Her past was everything. Her past was the future.
Rose Tyler had looked into the heart of the TARDIS and the TARDIS had looked into her. Both Rose Tyler and the TARDIS were just a part now, a part of her, the parts that combined to make her. The two halves shared everything now, all thoughts and emotions, some conflicting, others combining to drive her, the Bad Wolf.
These emotions grew into golden tendrils of stardust and time, which flew along timelines bringing her consciousness to the beginning and end of everything. All of time and space, all things that begin and end, everything must turn to dust.
Yet there was one emotion, one tendril much stronger than any other, which both parts of her seemed to share. Her Doctor, she needed to save her Doctor, her Jack. They were in danger.
She let the girl part take control, she was strong, she was the Bad Wolf. She would scatter the words through time and space so that she might come to be, so she could lead herself here. The girl would save her Doctor. The man that had fixed her, gave her meaning, gave her life. She could bring life.
All of time and space was running through her head, and she could see everything, she could affect everything. The Bad Wolf watched over all of time.
Cracks in the universe. Kids, laughing as they destroy their ancestors. A bomb that could shatter reality. Stars going out. Abaddon, the end of days. Metal men from another earth. A box, the ultimate prison. Echoes through time. The heartbeat of a Time Lord. Enemies reborn. A strong woman, so lost. Strangers demanding children. Her Doctor, her Jack, so alone, always in danger.
She could fix that.
She could give them a warning, give them hope. There would always be a way out. There would always be light. She couldn't fix everything, time was burning her. The Bad Wolf couldn't exist for long, but everywhere at once, in all of time in space; she would never leave the men she loved.
A year of horror erased. The child of the TARDIS. A careful nudge in the right direction. Her Captain, the Face of Boe, fixed in time, never dying, but always finding love, a true love. The Doctor's daughter. New life. Small tweaks, changes, chances. Time was burning. They had to make the choices themselves. She was the Bad Wolf, she could control the sun and the moon, the day and the night.
"I think you need a Doctor."