A/N:-Three cheeses and a sozzy, for the delay! Spent yesterday icing The Apprentice Meets Doctor Who (after several long millenniums), and putting in the finishing touches.

And as for that pistachio who calls himself "Saturday"... Twas Lara's (mah bestie) last day out, before she moved up north - forever! *sobs*

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ENJOY GOOD TURNIPS!

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My body didn't know how to react and froze on the spot, eyes transfixed with the small scenario unfolding before me. They hadn't noticed me yet. The seven of them skidded to a halt in the middle of the corridor, inaudibly arguing and chatting away to each other. Finally, the beefy man in the blue military outfit, the black man with the determined features, and the Asian girl kitted out in black made a move and headed for, what I assumed, the corridor on their right.

Then again, I wasn't so sure about where I was getting all this information and knowledge from, seeing as Big Hair had decided to claim my head "blank", "impossible" and "full of nothing". Stuff him. If I had so called "nothing" in my head, how was I thinking and knowing all of this stuff?! I suddenly remembered the purpose as to why I'd stumbled out of the warm folds of my hospital room, and weakly meandered into the coldness of the hospital corridors…

But then it happened. There was no way to describe it, as his eyes found mine, and our gazes locked. I properly studied his features for the first time, and there was no doubt about it. I wasn't hallucinating – as far as I knew. He was just standing there, looking exactly, exactly like Big Hair and wearing a stunned expression on his face. Even his hair was the same brown kerfuffle, and the only difference was the pinstripes. But, was that the only difference?

Two hearts…

The blazing spark of impossible knowledge caught me in unawares. A breath hitched in my throat, as the voice whispered daringly into my ear.

'He has come. The One with the two hearts. The Lone Traveller. The Lord of Time. The One who is full of fire and ice. The One who separated my being from you. The Oncoming Storm has arrived. And I shall protect.'

Gasping, I felt my eyes glow with a golden light, as an uncomfortable tingling sensation spread throughout me. It flooded from my head right down to my toes, deluging into every nook and crevice of my body. I tried to twitch my fingers or move my head, but I was completely numb. Completely frozen. Completely vulnerable.

This wasn't me anymore.

I watched through my own eyes, as the fact was confirmed. It felt as if I was being compressed back into my own head, as something else took over me. The sentient being in my head. I didn't even know what I was!

My head jerked up, and my fingers flexed, of their own accord. There was a sharp pain in my back, as my arm jolted up and my feet were tugged into action. Not a moment later, my legs were lifted and heaved forward. Each step forced and strenuous for me, but smooth and casual for anybody else to see.

It felt as if there were strings controlling my body movements; it felt as if I was a marionette puppet, and someone was controlling my every action.

It felt as if I was one of those marionette puppets, with strings attached to me, and skilfully determined hands manoeuvring them to control my every action. I was the host; the lifeless rag doll; the helpless… victim.

Oh, crap… Maybe this was normal for "me"? Maybe, whoever I was – seeing as I didn't even know my own self, was like this sometimes? The last acre of my conscience slapped some common sense into me: of course this wasn't blinking normal!

"You're the twin he's talkin' about. He's been waiting for you," 'I' said, as my head was pulled up to look into the chocolate brown eyes of Big Hair's twin. The words escaped my mouth so swiftly, that I knew they weren't my words. Not even in the slightest possibility. Not this time.

I tried to open my mouth, in a vain attempt, to ask this oh-so familiar stranger for help, but there was a silent hiss in my head and all further attempts were stomped down upon.

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I found "myself" leading the four of them back to the hospital room, Big Hair's twin and the young looking woman with skin like copper a couple of metres behind me, whilst the well-suited man and leather-clad woman strayed more metres to the back of them.

I tried to make myself stop, but even when I attempted the slightest paused, a acute kick in the back of my head made my legs jerk forward.

Finally, we arrived and Big Hair's body was still strewn across a chest of drawers. "Jackie" was nowhere in sight. Forcibly, I made my way into the corner of the room and slunk down the wall, into a hunched up sitting position. My eyes found themselves in a thick glare, and vacantly distant. I rocked back and forth uncannily, unsure what the "being" in my head was intending.

Minutes passed, as a series of events rolled like a film-strip in front of me, and yet, my eyes still managed to maintain its distant, steel-cold stare. But then the Welsh child with the sleek back hair and clothed in leather approached me. She kept asking and telling me things, but it all became a buzz in my ears and I was almost relieved that something else was using me.

Something was spoken, that I couldn't hear, but someone else obviously did. Big Hair bolted straight up, from his previous unconsciousness and the mysterious entity inside me projected its voice out onto the surface.

"No, I am not. I am the Bad Wolf, and I am her Protector."

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A/N:- PAPERCLIPS ROCK!

Next chapter up ASAP. Wanted to get Rose's POV outta the way. Apologies for the short chapter.