Hey everyone. It has been a while i haven't updated, so sorry about that. I was kinda busy.

Hope you enjoy this new chapter.

This is a two parter story. Part two is pretty easy to understand if you watched season 1.

Part one is a bit more timey-wimey. It holds elements revealed in the Day of the Doctor (50th anniversary). If you watched the special, you will know what i am referring to. I am not going to spell it to you. Let it be like easter eggs.

I already wrote the next chapter, but my writing skills are awful. I am not sure if i should continue writing or not.

Let me know if you are interested in reading more.

The horrors of the Time War were still spinning and burning inside his mind.

The images flashing through his eyes hazy, distorted. It was almost like he wasn't there.

Like he was viewing something from far away.

He hid the memories inside his hearts, locked them away in a safe, untouched place. He tried to start over again, to solve mysteries and travel through time and space.

He got himself a companion.

He was healing. He was using his name again.

A name he thought that he would never use again.

He didn't even know when he gave permission to himself to start using it.

Every time those memories came in front, he cursed himself for calling himself the Doctor, when he was so far away from that.

Every time he saved someone with Rose by his side, and she would smile at him, that special smile of hers, he felt confident using it.

The Doctor was always preoccupied with something, a mystery to solve here, a mystery to solve there. A place Rose wanted to go to. A time period he ached to re-visit.

He fought to keep everything buried inside him, all the anger and pain. He made himself busy.

The words.

They wouldn't leave his mind.

He tried, he really tried. He tried to ignore them so desperately.

But they were there. Always there.

The same two words scattered everywhere, in all of time and space. Almost like they were hunting him down.

And then there was this weird feeling he had, that the words meant something, but he didn't or couldn't remember what.

Like it was some faint memory trying to reach him, something important he had to remember.

Eventually he learnt the meaning behind the words. He sacrificied his life, absorbing the time vortex, he regenerated.

The words were still there.

He knew what they meant, he knew who send them to him, he knew why they were there.

He thought that he knew everything about them.

He knew that he knew everything about them.

Almost everything.

You see that nugging feeling inside his soul, wouldn't leave him, and it got even more intense as time passed.

He heard those words before. Way before Rose came in his life, way before he first encountered them. He heard them...somewhere...

If only he could remember.

It was everywhere they went. The same phrase, the same two words, Bad Wolf.

No matter how much she tried to ignore them, to name them coincidences and move on with her life, they always came back for her.

A sign here, a street name there, a restaurant she was dining in, a place she was shopping clothes from.

It wasn't random.

Every single time she encountered the words, danger was lurking in the corner.

If a street was named Bad Wolf, aliens would blow it up and the Doctor and her would run around trying to save the humans.

If the shop she liked was named Bad Wolf, the owner would be an alien who would try to kill her.

If a sign was hanging somewhere, the Doctor would be captured and tortured there.

Everywhere they went, the words followed them.

It had to be in the right time, in the right place for her to understand the meaning behind them. For her to recall all the coincidences and put the puzzle together.

The words were left behind intentionally, scattered through time and space...like...like some sort of warning.

Someone was trying to warn them, to tell them that danger was close.

It had to be in that exact moment, with Mickey by her side and the Doctor all alone, in fatal danger, for her to understand. The words were right there, right in front of her, pointing at her, telling her to do something.

She didn't have a plan, she didn't know what to do exactly, but she wasn't worried anymore. She finally got it.

She finally knew who spread the words through time and space.

It wasn't a stranger, it wasn't an ally, it was her.