Here's another chapter. I have to say, your reviews mean an awful lot to me, and I'm writing and uploading these a lot quicker than I thought I would. You make me want to write! Yay!

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Rose didn't open her eyes as she woke, although the familiar voice in the room made her want to. Instead, she lay there and listened, smiling inwardly.

'...Rosie, Rosie, Cotton patch, she got pregnant and she got fat.' Jack sang in a high pitched voice, all too aware that Rose was awake. She opened her eyes, and mock scowled.

'Am not fat.' She muttered. 'Just chubby'. Jack grinned, and Rose threw herself into his arms. Their embrace was tight, letting out all the emotion, Rose's grief when she thought he had died, Jack's disbelief when he woke from the dead to hear the familiar police box fading form view.

Rose clung to Jack like a lifeline, unwilling to let him go.

'How can you be here?' she whispered. 'You died. I know you died. How can you be here?' Jack smiled as he untangled her arms from around his body. He held her face in his hands, and kissed her lightly on the forehead.

'Not a clue Rosie.' He said gently. 'I died. But then I woke. A voice telling me that 'Bad Wolf' wanted to protect me.' Rose pulled back, startled.

'Bad Wolf? Are you sure?' Jack nodded, concern etched into his face.

'What's wrong Rosie?' Her face was troubled, and she sat back, thinking. Jack let her, wanting her to get her thoughts straight before coming out with whatever was troubling her.

'I'm 'Bad Wolf'. She said eventually. Jack's expression turned to shock and confusion, but she held up a hand to stall him before he spoke. 'Let me explain. When the Doctor sent me away from the station, I was devastated. I had to find a way back, I would do anything.' She smiled bitterly, thinking how similar their situations were now.

'And I did. I looked into the Time Vortex.' Jack was horrified.

'The Time Vortex? Rosie! No one has ever done that before, no one is meant to!' She smiled ruefully.

'I know that now, Jack, but understand, I would've done anything. I took the TARDIS back to the station, and I was Bad Wolf, I took the letters, the name, and scattered them over time and space, so I would know to lead myself there. I killed the Daleks. All of them.'

'I was everything. Time, space, life, death. I killed them. I bought you back to life. The Doctor saved me. He took the Vortex into himself, and he died. He regenerated.' Jack was quiet. Shocked into silence.

For ten minutes, neither said anything. Then Jack asked the question he just couldn't work out the answer to.

'But how come you're in a different universe?'

Rose burst into tears.

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He hadn't slept in weeks. Granted, Time Lords didn't need much sleep, and he was, or had been, one of the better ones for certain, but weeks? That was pushing it. But it was coming together.

Slowly, but surely, it was coming together.

Occasionally, he paused to eat, or lie on Rose's bed, or wander around the ever shifting halls of the TARDIS. Occasionally, but only very occasionally mind you, he let himself think about the future. Only very occasionally, because he couldn't bear the thought of dreaming up the life they would have, only to realise it was a physical impossibility.

Not that that would stop him. And not that he could actually help himself dreaming, and wishing, and praying. Yes, praying. He took something from his favourite species, and used it. It gave them hope. It gave him hope. His favourite emotion.

And it was all coming together.

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There you go my lovelies! Not a cliffie, just building the story. Hope you like, and please review! Everyone will get an e-mail hug!