I'm halfway through sending out PMs to everyone who's put this on their favourites or on alerts... only apparently you can only send 24 in one day!!! So I'm a getting there slowly!

What can I say about this chapter? Not the best, but develops a few things. Large chunk taken from "Bad Wolf" written by Russel T Davies, the legend that is. I love him! He's written some of the best things I've ever seen on TV... The Second Coming with Christopher Eccleston in it is the first proper TV drama I can remember seeing... and very good it was too.

Next chapter... Torchwood investigation!

"Where are we going?" Mickey asked, as he pulled off the drive and drove away. Rose felt momentarily embarrassed as he checked his wing mirrors. Jack would have slapped his foot down by now; the Torchwoods were different in so many ways. Then she forgot it.

"We're meeting the others first." Jack leaned over the front seat, fiddling with the watch around his wrist. "Then we can follow them, they've got all the equipment we'll need. It's the Baden Estate, do you know it?"

Rose started from where she was sitting on the floor of the van. "The Baden Estate?"

Jack turned to look at her. "Yeah. Why?"

Rose shook her head. "Nothing. It's just… we used to live there."

"The Powell Estate!" Mickey exclaimed suddenly. "I had no idea…"

Rose had. Rose had realized a long time ago that there was more to this parallel world than first met the eye. More than the same people slightly removed… it was all the same. She'd visited some places, but the Baden Estate she'd always stayed away from. She didn't know why. It wasn't really linked to the Doctor at all, it was just where she'd lived for so long, and the people that mattered from there had been with her all the time. But it had held a spell for her, a strange feeling that the world would cave in if she ever went there. It would be admitting that this was the world she lived in now, the world of the Baden Estate, rather than the world of the Powell Estate. And she'd never been ready to admit defeat on that level. It seemed fitting that the first time she made it there was with these three men, the three who had shared so much with her.

Jack glanced at Rose again. "Rose, if this is too much for you…" he said suddenly, falteringly. Jack unsure of himself… Rose had lived to see this day.

She shook her head. "I'm fine." She had to be, she had to find her daughter.

Jack nodded grimly for a few moments. Then he turned his attention back to Mickey. "Put your foot down, Mickey, let's get this hearse on the road."

Mickey glowered at him in the rearview mirror. Rose had always had a suspicion that her ex-boyfriend disliked Jack with a passion that far surpassed how he felt about the Doctor. In many ways, Mickey had had to accept the Doctor, accept that he'd lost Rose to him and in his own way, he'd come to terms with that. Jack, however, was another matter. Rose had never been able to define even in her own head exactly what her relationship with Jack had been, and she knew it had bugged not only Mickey, but the Doctor too.

"So what's going on?" Mickey asked as they sped past numerous speed cameras. Rose could see him wincing every time one flashed. She really hoped Jack realized that driving at this speed was going to get them into trouble.

Mickey tried again when no one replied. "I asked what's going on. Where's Janie? What's happened?"

Jack glanced between the Doctor and Rose, both silent, both ignoring the question. The Doctor was staring out the window, a look of anxiety painted all over his face making him look graver than he ever had when they'd first met all those years ago. Rose was picking at her nails, still dressed in the same clothes from last night, her make-up long gone now and looking tired and worried. Lost in their own private thoughts.

"It's not good," Jack said finally. "Look, we're nearly there. Keep your foot down."

They pulled up next to the black car Rose had been in only a few hours earlier. Owen was in the driving seat, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, looking a little better than earlier. Gwen was leaning against the car whilst a newcomer, a pretty Japanese woman was still checking information on a small handheld screen. Jack pushed the door back on the van and jumped out.

"We've managed to track her down to a warehouse on the industrial estate," the Japanese woman explained. "That's the last time she was seen on CCTV."

"Time?"

"About forty-five minutes ago."

Rose felt her stomach flip. Forty-five minutes was an eternity, anything could have happened to her little girl. Maybe they were already too late. She glanced at the Doctor, still staring out the window and felt the uncommon urge to shake him. Or maybe it was a common urge, she reasoned, as she thought about all the people he'd left in his wake as he'd carried on through life, hardly noticing what he'd done to them. Maybe all those people would want to shake him, or worse, if they met him again. He hadn't abandoned her, hadn't just walked out of her life without a backward glance like he had with Sarah-Jane. She couldn't blame him for that. But this… she wondered if he knew just how much she wanted him to turn round, how she'd forgive him in an instant if he'd hold her hand tight and tell her he was scared too, terrified, worried sick about their little girl. Unreasonable as it was, she wanted him to love the twins the way she did. And she couldn't forgive him for not being able to.

"Okay." Jack sounded his usual self, she noticed, even faced with all of this. What went on behind that mask of his, what was he hiding? How was he even here? There were so many questions she wanted answering and no one was giving them to her. Not even the big one. What was Janie a sacrifice for?

The door to the van closed again as Jack clambered inside. Rose had entirely missed the rest of his conversation with the others.

"We're going to follow Owen," he announced. "Stay close behind him, you'll need to keep your foot down."

"You keep saying that," Mickey reminded him.

"And you keep ignoring me," Jack retorted. "I mean it this time, Owen's fast. And…" He glanced at Rose briefly and she felt him deliberately lower his voice. "We're running out of time. It's been nearly an hour since she was last seen."

The Doctor moved in his seat and Rose felt her heart soar. Even now, even after his coldness towards her and his light-hearted ways, she'd forgive him, let him off with a yellow card if he'd just say what she was dying to hear him say. Something like he'd once said to her, something to make her believe in him again, believe he cared and that he could do anything.

His face up on the big screen, looking down on her. Even trapped amongst these monsters Rose felt some of his power reaching her, could almost feel his rough hand in hers, squeezing tight.

"No," he said deliberately as the Daleks finished taunting him.

Rose felt the creatures round her recoil in surprise inside those metal shells. She knew if a Dalek could have gasped, it would have done.

"Explain yourself."

"I said no."

"What is the meaning of this negative?" one asked, its horrible iron voice sounding as surprised as it could.

"It means, no." The Doctor shrugged. "Because I'm gonna rescue her. I'm gonna save Rose Tyler from the middle of the Dalek fleet, then I'm gonna save the Earth and then, just to finish it all off, I'm going to wipe every last stinking Dalek out of the sky."

"But you have no weapons, no defences, no… plan?" Rose couldn't help thinking the Daleks had a very good point. But then she looked up at the screen.

"No. And doesn't that scare you to death?" He spat at them. "Rose?"

"Yes, Doctor?"

"I'm coming to get you." And that flash of that stupid idiotic grin on that face that she loved more than life itself made her feel it was alright.

She'd wished he'd say something like that now, give a grand speech that proved he was the Time Lord of old. She waited as he took a deep breath. Then he let it out. And didn't say a word.