CHAPTER 2: The Generated Anomaly of the Bad Wolf

"Wha-?" Jenny asked, her eyelids fluttering open. She stood up quickly, getting into battle position and scanning the white room for exits.

"Do not worry, Jenny Tyler, Daughter of the Doctor. We mean you no harm." A beautiful woman bathed in a golden aura stepped towards Jenny, others standing confused in front of the door.

"Who are you?" Jenny asked harshly, ignoring the familiarity of the woman. "And why did you call me that?" The woman looked at Jenny, her eyes flashing a green-grey before returning to gold.

"I am Time, a goddess one might say." The woman trailed her fingers through the air, golden sparks following in their wake. "I was born out of love for your father in a time of great need; my parents being his TARDIS and his mate. I lay dormant for a year afterwards, until he left my host." The woman stared Jenny in the eyes, freaking Jenny out, but she couldn't tear herself away. "I am the Bad Wolf: I create myself. However, I am more commonly known in your father's dimension as Rose Marion Tyler, a companion of your father's 9th and 10th forms."

"Wait," Jenny said, eyes widening. "You're THE Rose Tyler?" The woman smiled a bit.

"I was. Then I looked into the heart of the TARDIS to save your father, and the TARDIS looked into me." Jenny nodded slowly.

"Okay. Still don't see why you crossed dimensions to rescue me."

"Do you really think the people of Messaline can create a child that is not a clone without two parents?" The woman said, shaking her head. "The machine just picks up on whatever DNA is most commonly found on the donor. The TARDIS is that for your father - I am the TARDIS in human form. So you, Jenny, are my biological daughter." The woman's eyes softened and turned that green-grey. "My Jennifer Hero Tyler." Jenny looked up at the woman before bringing some of her hair before her eyes with a trembling hand. Golden, the same shade that the woman glowed. She closed her eyes, reaching into her mind and searching for any familiarity that sparked when she saw the woman. Her eyes shot open and her breath hitched as she looked through her tears at the woman.

"Mum?" Jenny whispered. The woman nodded, opening her arms. Jenny grinned before running into her mother's arms, burying her head in her mother's breast, taking in her special scent of apple grass and time, her arms tightening around her mum as her mum rubbed her back, whispering quiet words of comfort. My mum, was Jenny's last thought before she slowly drifted off into slumber, safe in her mother's arms.