I'm glad that you all like the twist! As I told one of my reviewers in a PM, I was looking for a creative and unique solution to the Rose-cannot-help-Donna problem. But as someone pointed out, this takes away Donna's most important role. So, this chapter was born out of a desire for Donna to still be a very important woman in the universe. Enjoy!

And, no. Doctor Who's not mine. I wish!

BOOK I: Fixing the Doctor's Mistake

CHAPTER 12: Turn Left pt 2

Melody took Rose into an underground meeting room.

"I've found her! And yes, it seems that she is the source!" Melody called out.

"Oh no. Rosie! Tell me that you know who I am!" an American called out. He was incredibly good looking and wore a long WWII era coat over an Oxford shirt and suspenders.

"Sorry," Rose replied. "'Fraid I don't." She grinned at him. "I wouldn't mind finding out, though!"

"Oi! Rose! He's taken!" A familiar voice called out. "And so are you, for that matter. Even if you don't remember!"

"Mickey?" Rose cried. He looked different than she'd last seen him. He looked older, somehow. But didn't she just see him yesterday?

"Call me Boe, then," the first man answered, sadly.

"Why do I get the feeling that that isn't your real name?" Rose questioned. "Nor are you Melody," she said, turning to the woman.

"You'd be right," a dark skinned but beautiful young woman called out. "They're code names. The wrong name at the wrong point in time can cause catastrophic consequences. You can call me Dr. Smith."

There were three more people in the room. One by one, they came up and introduced themselves to Rose. "Call me the Temp," a feisty, middle aged woman with gorgeous ginger hair said. "I know, it's boring, but that's who I am and what I do!"

A younger ginger introduced herself as "Pond" and the young man, her husband apparently, as "the Roman".

"From now on, you must call me Rickey" Mickey said. "And you have a code name as well. From now on, you will be known as the Wolf."

"What?" Rose was stunned. Aside from Mickey, I mean, Rickey, she didn't know any of these people. Except, somehow, she felt that she did. "What's going on?"

"What do you know about the Doctor?" Boe asked.

"You mean, that bloke they found underneath the London Eye? No idea!"

The others in the room looked at each other sadly. "Yes, you are indeed the source, Wolf," Pond sighed, as if defeated.

"Yes, there's something on her back, too," the Roman agreed.

"The source? The source of what? And why do people keep saying there something on my back when there nothing there?!"

"A major disturbance in the time and space continuum, Sweetie!" Melody answered, probably a little too cheerfully.

"Time is wrong," the Temp supplied. "Something happened in your past has caused time to be rewritten, and not in a good way. All of us have been pulled from different timelines that are ending now in the hope that we can fix whatever went wrong."

"Timelines? What are you talking about?"

"We're time travelers," Rickey said.

This made her burst out laughing. "Oh, okay. The others in the room, I can see them believing that. I mean, I have no idea who you people are! But you?! Mickey Smith?! Time traveler?!"

"It's true!" Came his indignant response. "And again, call me Rickey!"

"You're serious."

"Of course, I am," he said. "Look at me, Rose. I'm not the same person you've seen recently. I'm from the future, sort of."

Yes, he did look older. "Sort of?"

"We all are sort of from the future," the Temp said. "We are from a future that will never happen, because of something that has happened to you. You likely made a choice that seemed very insignificant at the time, but drastically changed your future, and the future of the universe as a whole."

"What? How could an insignificant choice that I made change the universe? I'm nothing special!"

The temp sighed. "I once thought that, too. Then I met the Doctor."

"I think we can all say that!" Dr. Smith said. "He had a way of taking ordinary people and letting them see just how extraordinary they were. Gosh, I can't believe we're talking about him in the past tense. This is so wrong!"

"Okay," Rose, Wolf, or whatever her name was now, said as she backed towards the door. "I don't know what's going on here, but I don't know any doctor, and there is no way that I could make a decision that could change the universe, so fund yourself another source!" She opened the door and ran away.

"I knew that this would happen!" The Temp sighed. "Same thing happened to me."

"I guess this means that we're doing this the hard way, then?" Rickey queried.

"Seems so," the Roman answered.

"Alright, kids! This is what we're going to do!" Boe took command of the rag tag group. "Temp, since you went through this before in the original, original time line, you are in charge of befriending her and talking her round. The rest of us, I'm afraid that we've got some work to do! Without the Doctor, someone's got to defend this planet, or it will soon go to pot. Let's get our chronology in order!"

Melody also took charge. "Right down all of the adventures that happened on Earth while you traveled with the Doctor in chronological order. Rickey and Boe, I hope that you know enough of what happened while the Wolf traveled with him to fill in the time line!"

After everyone listed the Earth adventures, they arranged them all in order of dates. "Looks like we have one year until the Slitheen invade. We have that long to come up with a plan," Boe announced.

"Already on it boss!" Rickey proclaimed. "Gonna send missiles to Downing Street like before!"

As the rest of the team chattered on about how to fix this and prevent that, the Temp quietly "borrowed" Boe's vortex manipulator and went off in search of a better time to convince her charge.

Melody also used her vortex manipulator, though she only traveled in space, not time. She transported herself to UNIT headquarters where they had taken the TARDIS. By the time UNIT officials knew she was there, she had already dematerialized, and brought the TARDIS to her team's headquarters.


One year later, Rose was again home on Spring Break when a UFO crashed into the Thames. The next day, someone had hacked into the military system and sent a missile to blow up Downing Street. Everyone suspected that the alien craft was an elaborate hoax designed to distract everyone from an elaborate plan to assassinate the Prime Minister. But Rose suspected differently. She contemplated the events on the roof of the Powell Estate where her Mum lived.

"You do realize, don't you, that nothing is as it seems?" a strangely familiar voice spoke.

Rose turned around and gasped. "Temp, is it?" The ginger nodded. "What are you doing here? How did you get here?"

"I'm here to talk to you, Wolf, and make you see reason," the Temp replied. "Today's disaster was taken care of. But the next time, we might not be so lucky."

"Why do I get the feeling that the Downing Street explosion was you lot's fault?"

"Because it was. The Prime Minister was already dead. Aliens, called Slitheen, had killed him and much of his staff. They wanted to take over the world and start WWIII."

Rose was incredulous. "You expect me to believe that?! You're Bonkers! The whole lot of you! I'm gonna report you to the authorities!"

"And tell them what, exactly? That a secret society abducted you last year and told you that they were the ones that blew up Downing Street? The only one of us whose real name you know is Rickey's, and your smart enough to realize that your boyfriend Mickey Smith is not Rickey!"

She had her there. Rickey had been older, more mature, and has the air of a soldier about him. Mickey, by contrast, was the same age as Rose, and, if she was honest with herself, he was a complete coward! "Ok," Rose started. "Let's say that I believe you, that you all are from some kind of non existent future. What do you want with me?"

"The other thing that connects us all, besides being from the future is that we were companions of the Doctor. And you were, too."

"What Doctor?!"

"The Doctor. The most amazing, brilliant man in the entire universe! You've traveled with him, or at least, you should have. But something happened, and you've never met him." The Temp looked pointedly over Rose's shoulder to the mysterious thing on her back.

"Ok, so I've never met him. So what?"

"You'd become the most important person to him. He's died without you!"

"Look, I'm sorry that you lost your friend, but I think you have the wrong person. You make it sound as if this Doctor was in love with me. That's ridiculous! I mean, I have Mickey!" She flashed her left hand. "We're getting married, Mickey and I, you know."

"Congratulations," the Temp deadpanned. Clearly, Rose wasn't ready. Smiling sadly at her, the Temp fiddled with an odd contraption on her wrist, and vanished.