a/n: Okay so there's a bit of smut in this chapter. But also plot development. Oh I'm so excited. As always, thank you to my reviewers, followers, and favoriters. Enjoy.

Chapter 14

Rose woke full of rage. When she looked at the hand she had pressed to the Doctor's chest she saw that it was glowing. A further check showed that her entire body was glowing. Despite seeing this she did not calm down. She threw the covers off and stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. The Valeyard seemed to be out so she wasn't worried about waking him.

How dare he! And how dare the TARDIS! Rose paced the large room, her bare feet making little noise on the cool tile floor. She glanced at the mirror and saw that her eyes were as gold as the glow that surrounded her. A small smile curved her lips. She liked this look. It was proof that she and Bad Wolf were merging, becoming one. Someday soon she would fix the TARDIS fully and then travel with the Valeyard back home where she belonged.

She wondered if the Doctor would ever figure out what was going on in Rose's world. He seemed to be unable to grasp anything. His shock seemed to shut his brain off to everything she'd said. Then, when he finally figured it out, what would he do? Of course he'd try to "save" her.

"I don't need to be saved," she told her reflection.

Of course not. You are Rose Tyler and you are Bad Wolf. You have everything you want. You have the Valeyard.

Yes, she did have the Valeyard. He just made things very confusing. Combine his words, his past actions, and the new voice in her head and she was just a mess. For the moment she needed to focus on the TARDIS and getting home. She needed Bad Wolf.

Rose's thoughts drifted back to the dream. It had been real. It was so obvious now. In the dream she'd sent the Doctor flying with the flick of her hand. That was new and she found herself wanting to try again. What else would she gain as she accessed more of Bad Wolf's power? Rose tilted her head to the side, examining her reflection curiously. She looked so different. She hadn't noticed it before. Of course, she hadn't been paying attention to her appearance when she'd been a prisoner of the Valeyard.

Taking a deep breath, Rose forced herself to calm down. The glow disappeared and all that remained was a light shimmer. She hadn't noticed the shimmer either. Had it always been there? Doubtful. The mirror showed that her once bleach blonde hair was now gold. It wasn't as bright as the Vortex Energy 's golden hue but it was pretty close. Her brown eyes now had gold streaks through the irises. The gold that had filled them before had disappeared with her glowing outline but she noticed that her regular brown irises were lightening. She wondered what would happen to her appearance when she merged with Bad Wolf.

Rose looked over the contents on the counter top. If she could throw the Doctor in her dream, she could certainly move objects while awake. She focused on the toothbrushes in their holder and twitched a finger. They flew up into the air, much easier than Rose was expecting. She ducked as they flew towards her face. Rose closed her fist and the toothbrushes fell to the ground. She actually laughed out loud. Practice. That's what she needed. Control over these objects wasn't much different than the control of the gold light she'd conjured before.

The Valeyard walked into the bathroom to find Rose in the center in the room with objects flying around her. Her aura glowed brightly but not the usual brightness that surrounded her when her emotions became volatile. He watched in awe as she directed a hairbrush, a bottle of hand soap, basically anything that wasn't fixed down was flying through the air. The Valeyard had to duck a few times to avoid being clobbered.

"Rose," he finally managed to say through his shock.

Rose looked around in surprise. Her concentration faltered and everything crashed to the ground. The ceramic toothbrush holder shattered along with a mirror and other small breakable objects. Her eyes were glowing again and the Valeyard could tell from the expression on her face that she was exhilarated. The Valeyard grinned at her and Rose returned the grin.

"Valeyard. Did you see that? Did you see what I can do?" She was like a child, giddy and proud of learning something new.

"Rose you are wonderful! That was amazing. How did you know you could do that?"

Rose hesitated. She didn't want to tell the Valeyard about her dreams. She didn't know how he would react and that scared her.

You should tell him. He would want to know.

The voice wasn't commanding so Rose found that she could ignore it. That was something she hadn't noticed before. Interesting.

"I don't know. It just kinda happened." She looked to the Valeyard. "I feel so alive Valeyard. I can't believe what I did."

The Valeyard took two large steps and scooped her up a hug. Her feet left the ground as he spun her around. Her joy was infectious. Warmth radiated from her, filling him up with the same energy flowing through her. He couldn't hold it back. He kissed her like he hadn't kissed her before. It was like he was suddenly able to breathe again and she was the air he had been missing.

Rose wrapped her arms around the Valeyard's neck pressing her body against him. Her golden aura grew and encompassed them both. They reached out with their minds at simultaneously and the spike of feeling it caused him almost put the Valeyard over the edge. He made quick work of removing their clothes, desperate to feel her skin against his. He pressed her against a wall, kissing her hard and grinding against her. One hand cupped her breast and he tweaked her nipple with his agile fingers. She raked one hand through his gravity defying hair while the other held onto the back of his neck, pulling him closer to her, needing to feel his body pressed against hers.

"Valeyard," she said with a frown when he pulled away from her.

"I'd rather not get bruised on this very cold tile," he said with a devious smile. She let out a small squeak as he picked her up and moved them to the bed. The Valeyard paused for a moment, taking in her beauty. She was all his.

Rose beckoned him to her and he happily obliged. He left a trail of kisses down her neck as his body pretty against hers. He slowly moved his way down her body, stopping to caress each nipple with his tongue. Rose let out soft sigh and ran both hands through his hair, clutching it between her fingers. The Valeyard smiled at the noises she continued to make.

The trail his lips left were on fire. She could feel each spot and wanted so much more. He moved lower and lower, taking his time as he traveled lower and lower. The Valeyard took a moment to focus a spot on her hip, nipping, kissing, sucking, until he was sure a mark would remain. A mark that claimed her as his.

The Valeyard looked up and they locked eyes. The glow around Rose was brilliant and beautiful. He slipped two fingers into her wet heat and she bucked against him. A wicked smile spread across his face. He began a slow torture, bringing her to the edge before backing off. Rose growled in frustration.

"Is something wrong?" he asked in an innocent tone.

Rose didn't respond with words. She wrapped her legs around him again and pulled him down so she could kiss him. A small chuckle escaped him, amused at her reaction. He paused for a moment, hovering at her entrance. He raised an eyebrow, teasing her even more.

"Valeyard, please. I need you. I need you now."

The time for teasing was done. He slid into her, the feel of her hot and tight around him almost bringing him over the edge. He moved in a smooth and steady rhythm, Rose matching his every thrust. He sped up, needing more, needing to be as close as possible, to be one with the woman below him.

Rose's nails raked down his back as she called his name. Her muscles quivered around him before finally sending her over the edge. With two more quick thrusts he joins her, stars exploding before his eyes. He collapsed against her, completely spent.

They lay there for a few moments in silence. Rose didn't want to move but the Valeyard's weight was becoming too much.

"Can't breathe," she said softly.

The Valeyard rolled of her with a groan and she whimpered at the loss of him. She moved over to him, resting her head against his chest. The glow around them didn't disappear but it dimmed slightly. To the Valeyard's surprise, Rose didn't pull away from his mind. He clutched on to that fact and focused on it, focused on the feeling of mind connecting mind. He didn't want her to break contact. He didn't want to return to that emptiness.

"I'm still glowing," Rose said, finally breaking the silence.

"You are indeed. You glow a lot these days."

"Apparently." Rose lifted her head and looked at the Valeyard. "That was amazing."

"You're amazing." He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips and pulled her into his arms. "And you're mine."

The Doctor sat on the jump seat with his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands. He had to think. It was like his brain couldn't focus. Rose's face kept popping into his mind. Her anger, her obvious power, her beauty. She glowed for god's sake. Glowed!

"Think, you idiot, think!"

He went over her words, speaking aloud to try to make sense of his world.

"One, she had wanted to die."

That no longer seemed to be true. She had seemed weak and tortured when he'd first seen her. That had been a terrible sight to see. All he'd wanted to do was hold her in his arms and tell her everything would be okay. But she'd backed away from him and a gold wolf appeared. The wolf intrigued him.

"Two, she continually said it was my fault."

Well, he knew she had been hurt that he'd left her behind in the parallel universe. But she had seemed happy. He'd given her everything she wanted. But something must have happened. If only she would stop being so stubborn!

"Three, she repeatedly mentioned him."

When he'd woken up he'd had a sick feeling in his stomach on top of the burning pain on his chest. That sick feeling told him who was responsible for Rose's suffering. The Doctor was responsible for her suffering, just not this Doctor. A parallel Doctor. A Doctor whom he had thought had been an exact replica of himself. A Time Lord with one heart.

"Four, she's really fucking pissed at me."

And he couldn't blame her. Why had it taken so long for him to realize it? Why had he not made the connection? Probably because facing it was acknowledging that there was a part of him who had hurt Rose until she broke.

"Do you know what torture feels like? I do. I'm intimately familiar with it."

He had created Rose's hell. He wouldn't take all the blame, the other Doctor had the privilege of sharing with him, but the majority of it fell on his shoulders. What could have possibly caused his meta-crisis to turn so cruel? And what the hell had he done to turn Rose into someone he didn't know? In the end it didn't matter. He would fix his mistake. He would save Rose Tyler just like she'd saved him so many times before.

Darkness surrounded him and an icy calm settled over him. To hell with it all. To hell with the possibility of collapsing universes. He was the Oncoming Storm. Nothing could stand in his way.

They were back on Gallifrey. Rose wasn't surprised to find the Doctor sitting next to her. He seemed different now. There was no panicked desperation for answers. He was calm and collected. Rose had seen him like this before. It used to scare her but it didn't even bother her now. There were worse things out there than an angry Doctor.

"I guess you've figured it out. Took you long enough," Rose said calmly, not looking away from the distant mountains.

"You could have just told me," the Doctor responded just as calmly.

Rose snorted, "And lose out on the opportunity to watch you suffer?"

They sat there in silence for a long time. Finally the Doctor spoke up.

"You hate me." It was a statement, not a fact.

She didn't respond. She wasn't even sure what to say. Her feelings towards him were many and confusing.

"I don't know anymore, Doctor. But I've made my choice and I've chosen the Valeyard." Rose turned to look at him and was surprised at his expression. Blank shock was written on his face. He looked like he'd been slapped. Obviously that meant something but she found she didn't care.

"Did you say Valeyard?"

"How's your chest?" Rose asked, ignoring his question.

The Doctor opened his shirt. A perfect replica of her hand was etched in gold in the very center. Rose could see the whirls from her fingertips and the creases from her palm. Vein-like strands of gold radiated outwards. She smiled in satisfaction. He could look at that every day and remember who she was and what he had done.

Rose stood and brushed off her jeans. She looked down at the Doctor with an appraising eye. His new demeanor intrigued her and she wondered what would happen when they finally faced each other. The Bad Wolf and the Oncoming Storm.