Wanderer of Time: Darkness Within

by Tinker16

The powers within have been steadily growing, buying time until the moment of remembrance. The moment swiftly approaches. Wanda's fears are coming to a head as she realizes what has been living inside her has only one purpose in the universe. And it holds no qualms in destroying any who gets in its way, even those who Wanda loves. (Part Three of the Wanderer of Time trilogy)

53. Ch 53: A Wanderer's Sorrow

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I hope the week has been kind to you. Not so kind to me, but here's to hoping the next one will be even better. :) No warnings for this chapter. So . . .

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Chapter 53: A Wanderer's Sorrow

The Doctor and his three companions watched all of this unfold silently. Each observing in their own silent horror in seeing the life of Alpha play out in front of them. In a strange, almost holographic, visions. As though they were actually there and present, though none they watched could see them in return. For it was nothing more than memories being relived. The three companions were each wishing none of it were true. Even though each knew that this story of memories was nothing but truth. The Doctor . . . he watched it all in solemn silence, composed through it all. At least outwardly. The only emotions anyone would be able to see where the storm of sorrow visible in his eyes.

After witnessing the transformation of Alpha, turning into the completed weapon of the Daleks, the memories seemed to blur together, shifting to blink by in brief segments. They watched as Alpha began to be the weapon the Daleks had created her to be. She was tested at first, killing different people the Daleks brought to her. Time Lords that the Dalek army had captured and given to the Cult of Skaro upon their request. Alpha killed each without remorse, or even to hesitate. She merely stood their blankly, her eyes cold and unfeeling as she held out her hand and turned her victims to dust. Then, the real job for her began.

The Daleks sent her out into battles. Secret battles. Covert missions which she would infiltrate certain areas which the war was heaviest. Killing off any who might be a cause of concern for the Daleks later in the future. They would have her convey any information she had of advanced knowledge on certain aspects of the war, resulting in them having her use the teleportation powers she grew to possess after the day of being processed fully into a weapon. She would jump into the heart of the battles, kill her target, then leave again without any side knowing she was there. For the Cult wished to keep her secret from both sides. Daleks and Time Lords alike. For one reason of not wishing their enemies knowing what sort of advantage they had over the war. As for the other reason, the Cult believed some things were best kept away from all other Dalek knowledge. For only Daleks were superior, after all. What would they think of a warped Time Lady doing their battles for them?

They watched as years seemed to skip by. With each passing year, Alpha seemed to grow more animal-like, drifting away from who she had been. The anger she held for the universe only grew still. She would laugh at those who tried to beg for life, merely rolling her eyes and ending them even quicker. Sometimes, when she was alone in her cell, after a long day of being the killer for the Daleks, she would stand in front of the mirror above her sink, just staring at herself so dully and blankly. Gazing at herself as though she barely recognized the person who stood before her. At times, she would sob, then laugh maniacally, then weep some more. All the while gripping at her head as though she could barely hang onto her sanity. But she did hold on, and, slowly, she seemed to fight back against the Cult's programming.

She started by letting a few live during her kill missions, laughing cruelly at them and telling them to spread the word of her arrival into the universe. Seeming almost gleeful when telling them to warn the rest of the Universe's Weapon, as she liked to think of herself as. Sometimes also calling herself the Alpha Wolf. And soon, many that she came across did seem to know of her presence, fearing upon the sight of her on the worlds she interacted with. Then, the Time Lords began to intervene. Many soldiers of the Time Lords came in to put an end to her. But each time they failed and were killed by Alpha. At one point, the Doctor witnessed, with a twist in his hearts, of the Master and Alpha going through a long battle of wits, strength, and power for a long while. Only for the Master to be left alive by Alpha during their final battle together, to be used as a messenger for her to tell off the High Council for their sins of war. But of course, the Doctor knew the Master would never go back to the High Council after this day.

Soon, the memories halted, coming to a stop to one in particular. The group of four looked around the memory. The memory showed a large room where the Golems and two of the Cult were busy working on a strange sphere in the middle of the room. The Doctor recognized it as the void ship. He frowned for a moment, wondering why the Cult were making it when obviously they thought they were winning the war through the use of Alpha. He glanced around, trying to see where in fact Alpha was since this was her memory. She should be here somewhere. He finally spotted her standing far off into the corner, staring emotionlessly at the ship. Her eyes were glazed over in a way he recognized as her looking into the flow of time around her, of all the timelines she saw.

While he gazed at Alpha, the only thing he could think of to describe her would be tired. She looked so tired. So worn from all these years. Everything about her looked dreary, gloomy, and gray. She barely held any emotions anymore within her. Nothing more than a cold stare is all she could muster to give. Her hair hung limply around her face. Her clothes slumped on her body. Dark circles were around her eyes, making her face look sunken. It was as though she were fading away, barely able to keep going on. He frowned as he did not recall this particular memory. Then again, Wanda had not shown him all her memories of the past. Only the ones which had left the biggest impact.

"Subject Alpha," boomed the voice of Dalek Sec as he whirled around the void ship, facing towards where Alpha stood. "Step forward. We have a new mission for you."

Alpha stayed where she was, remaining in her mind-numbing state. It was only after two more times of the booming orders from Dalek Sec did they watch as Alpha finally blinked out of her daze and stare at her masters. The Doctor saw how she grimaced, eyeing the Daleks coolly as she stepped towards them. Doing so only briefly before she placed on her blank stare and stood before the Daleks.

"Yes?" she asked, her voice monotone.

"We received notice of Quadrant Zeta needing assistance," Dalek Sec told her, eyeing her up carefully, seeming to have noticed her delayed response in answering his call. "You will initiate. Infiltrate and exterminate all enemies of the Daleks." Alpha simply stood there in silence for a moment. Staring at the Daleks so blankly, she appeared to have not heard them at all. Then, her gaze hardened.

"Why?" she asked quietly. The Daleks seemed to pause, not certain on why she asked this. They turned their eyestalks towards each other, as though questioning on why their creation was not doing as ordered right away. Then, the four looked back at Alpha.

"You do not question your Masters," Dalek Caan stated harshly.

"But why?" Alpha retorted, her eyes swirling as a white glow began to grow in her irises. "Why does it all matter anymore? Why does it not just end?"

"You will initiate and—," Dalek Sec began to bark at her.

"No," Alpha growled now, glaring at them. She looked past them, gazing out the one window up high that showed the stars outside. Her anger faded, leaving sorrow in its place. A few tears slowly slid down her face as a sad smile grew on her face. She raised her arms up ever so little as she closed her eyes. "No more."

There was a slow build of a white light around her. The Daleks began demanding for her to stop, backing away from her, confused as to what she was doing. The white light still built up, blinding even the four watching the scene of the past. Eventually, the white light disappeared, allowing the four to see Alpha standing in a barren land. The ground was an almost rust coloured sand, with miles of nothingness around. Only a few brown mountain tops were seen in the distance. A lone howl of a creature, a wolf, was heard from far away. A strong gust of wind swept through, making Alpha drop her arms as she gazed around in confusion. Frowning heavily as she stared around, looking for answers as to why she suddenly transported to another plain. She turned so suddenly, it made the four observers jump a little. She tilted her head, staring right at them. Her eyes showing uncertainty as she straightened significantly.

"Who the hell are you?" she questioned in a bark.

Then, quite swiftly, the memory came to a halt.

There was a quick flash of light, wiping the memory away completely. Then, they saw how they were now standing within a dark room, with a wooden door opened ajar from across their way. Each of them, the Doctor and companions, stood there in stunned silence. Still processing what they had stood by and witnessed. River turned to the Doctor suddenly, staring at him with a mixture of emotions. Either sad or angry, she simply shook her head as she saw him refusing to meet her eye.

"You knew," she breathed shakily. "All this time, you knew about all this. Why? Why did you never tell us? Why did you never tell me?" Amy and Rory were staring at the Time Lord, appearing just as conflicted.

"Because . . .," the Doctor began softly, turning to face his three companions. His eyes weighing heavily with gloom. "I didn't want any of you to see Wanda differently. I wanted you all to keep loving her the way you have been. I feared if you knew . . ."

"What, that we would suddenly hate her and run off?" Amy scoffed. She gulped as she looked at the dark room they stood in, crossing her arms tightly around herself as she knew the memories she watched would haunt her for a long time. "We can't hate her, Doctor. Just as much as we can't hate you. Dark past or not."

"Did Wanda ever know or . . . remember any of this?" Rory questioned suddenly, waving his hand around the room, pointing out what they had just witnessed.

"No," the Doctor replied.

"Why is that, then? Seems like something hard to forget," Rory stated, dropping his arm back to his side.

"She never told me how her memories had been locked away. Just that they had been." The Doctor looked at the ajar door, swallowing thickly as he feared in what they would see next. What else had Alpha had in store for them? He walked to the door, pausing at the threshold in hesitation, feeling his companions' tense, in whatever would come at them next. "Stay behind me," he ordered them before pushing onwards, stepping into the dim hallway.

They all sort of blinked in confusion when realizing they were back into the hallway that led them to the door of memories. Startled by the door slamming shut, the Doctor looked back to see it had closed the moment Rory had finished walking through. The lock clicked into place, sealing it tight. The Doctor hurriedly pushed past the companions, pulling out his sonic screwdriver to unlock it. Try as he might, it simply would not budge. Growling in the back of his throat, the Doctor stormed down the hallway, going back into the room of Bad Wolf. The entity sat there on her sofa, staring distantly at the fire crackling away.

"So . . . I take it you've finished memory watching?" she asked calmly, keeping her eyes locked on the fireplace. The Doctor stood beside the sofa, glaring at her.

"You promised that we would be taken to Wanda after we went through Alpha's little trials," he said, his tone rough in his ire. "So where is she? Where is my wife?"

"I never promised you anything of the sort," Bad Wolf replied smoothly, eyeing him through the side of her eyes. She sighed, shaking her head. "But yes, Alpha was supposed to take you straight to Wanda afterward. I suppose she's being stubborn again." She scooted over, patting the seat beside her. "Take a seat. This will be a good time as ever to finally have a chat."

The Doctor narrowed his eyes. "I want my wife back."

"And you'll get her back, as long as you're a good boy and listen." Wolf and Time Lord stared hard at each other for a moment. Soon, Bad Wolf's eyes softened. "Please, Doctor. I want to help you understand."

"I understand plenty," retorted the Doctor, shaking his head in frustration. He then stared at Bad Wolf, eyes wavering. "Please. Please, I just want my wife."

Bad Wolf nodded. "After we talk. You," she glanced over to the silent companions who hovered in the doorway, "and your companions need to understand. Even if you think you do, you don't. There's much that you still don't know."

The Doctor sighed heavily, nodding slowly. "You're right. I don't know everything. But . . . I'm not sure I even want to."

"Well, too bad. I'm telling you either way. Here, why don't we venture to somewhere more comfortable?" Bad Wolf stood from her seat, nodding to them all to follow her. She led the four of them out of the room, walking down the long hall back towards where they had just come from. They noticed strangely how all the doors that had just been there only minutes ago were now all gone. Leaving them with nothing more than wooden walls painted light blue on either side of them. Bad Wolf stopped shortly, turned to the left to face the wall. "This should do."

She placed a hand on the wall, waiting for a moment. When she removed her hand, a pink door grew from the wall. It popped open with a click, swinging forth to show them a beautiful garden on the other side. They saw strangely shaped hedges that twisted and turned in many directions. The grass was cut neatly, looking healthy with its bright green colour. A stone gazebo sat in the middle of a flower bed, with so many bright colours that it looked as though the plants had been painted. Birds chirped and sang through the blue sky, or at least they heard birds. Maybe it was just noises that had been placed there?

"Wait a minute," Rory spoke up. He pointed at the garden, frowning as he and the others took in the sight. "Isn't this . . . Isn't this that garden from . . ." He trailed off as the harsh memories came back to him. It had been a place he wished to forget.

"Apalapucia?" Amy offered, only remembering the place to be a brief nuisance instead of that of heartbreak as the Doctor and Rory recalled it to be.

"No, it is only a replica," Bad Wolf stated calmly as she walked over to the gazebo. She sat herself down at the round white table. There were many teapots streaming peacefully with an arrangement of cakes and biscuits for them to nibble on. A cup of tea sat right in front of Bad Wolf, making wisps of steam swirl around her face.

"How is all of this even possible?" River questioned as she chose to sit down next to Bad Wolf. "I mean, for such a small cottage it seems to hold quite a lot inside."

"It's a TARDIS, isn't it?" the Doctor spoke up, walking around the table to sit across from Bad Wolf and River. He laced his fingers together, staring the entity down carefully. His eyes more questioning than that of frustration as he had been earlier. But still, a bit of urgency could be seen in his demeanour. "You grew a TARDIS when you arrived to the pocket universe."

Bad Wolf hummed, "Yes. Grew it a while after I stopped Alpha from activating. There was an old TARDIS broken down and crashed here. Found the pilot, too. Already dead, I'm afraid. Seemed to be an escapee from the Time War. Idiotic of them to think they could escape the Time Lock. So, I buried the TARDIS and the pilot, took a cutting, planted it in the middle of the world, and grew the new TARDIS from there. She can't ever leave sadly. But she does help us live at peace in this world."

"How can a cottage be a TARDIS?" Amy asked skeptically as she and her husband sat down on the opposite side of Bad Wolf. "Aren't TARDISes supposed to be, I don't know . . . smaller on the outside?"

"Chameleon circuit. TARDISes can look like anything," the Doctor stated, waving a hand to dismiss Amy's question. He leaned forward a bit, staring carefully at Bad Wolf. "What I want to know is: What was that last memory? What happened after what we saw?"

Bad Wolf smirked slyly, using a spoon to stir the tea in her cup lazily, "Spoilers, my dear Doctor. Spoilers. Now, each of you needs to drink at least one cup of tea. One full cup should do."

"And why's that?" Rory asked, staring at the steaming cup in front of him carefully. "To be frank, I'm not really one to trust random tea given to me by . . . pocket universe people."

"Since we've gotten into town all any of you has done is offered us tea. Why?" River added, picking up her own cup and giving it a sniff. She raised a brow as she eyed Bad Wolf, noticing how the entity was not taking a single sip. "Are you trying to drug us?"

"Yes," Bad Wolf answered evenly, "that's exactly what we've been trying to do."

"Oh, well, are they fun drugs, then?" River asked playfully, smiling at the entity though still not taking a sip.

"You'll need the drugs to be able to face Alpha fully without her . . . going savage on you," explained Bad Wolf, tapping her spoon on the table. "I'm giving you an advantage when finally facing her since none of you drank any tea earlier. Obviously."

"What are the drugs?" questioned the Doctor as he picked up his cup, giving it a strong sniff to analyze the chemicals within. His mind processed the components quickly. "Ah. I see. Telepathic reducers." He took a long gulp of his drink, grimacing slightly. "Could use a bit of sugar."

"What are—?" Rory began to ask as he saw River drinking her own tea as well.

"It denses down your brain waves. Makes it so Alpha hears a little less noise coming from you lot," Bad Wolf spoke over him, giving the nurse a side glance. "So, best drink up." She watched as the Ponds took their cups and down the drink. The couple each frowning in disgust from the tea. "Doctor-Donna made it herself. Just in case any needed to confront Alpha personally. Not that any ever had to. It was made more of a kindness for her, really. So that way she wouldn't feel overwhelmed by our thoughts. She has to deal with the whole universe running through her head when she's back in your world. Best give her a break when she's finally in a place much quieter."

"No one can possibly have the whole universe in their heads," scoffed River, shaking her head in denial. "They'd die."

"And yet she's alive. Funny how that works," Bad Wolf replied coolly. She eyed River for a moment before letting out a sigh. "It's not always the whole universe exactly. More like a whole bunch of timelines, and people's thoughts and feelings, mixed together from all across the universe that hit her at random. Not all at once. Just large bunches punching her mind at unsystematic intervals. She can calm it down to a small hum of noise in her head when she's alone. But around a city, or a large crowd, being so close to other life forms, it overwhelms her. Makes her become savage in her wild nature." Bad Wolf let this information digest in the companions' minds as the sounds of birds continued to chirp peacefully around the garden. The entity looked at the Time Lord across from her, seeing how none of what she spoke fazed him. But, of course, he already knew all of this. Gazing upwards, Bad Wolf sighed. "The only true place Alpha finds peace is here in this world. Or in your TARDIS back in your world. Only those with the Time Vortex can help others of the same nature."

Amy frowned, speaking up, "Alpha . . . You mean, Wanda right?"

Bad Wolf sighed, "No, I mean Alpha. Wanda isn't affected the same as Alpha is."

"I don't understand. Alpha is Wanda, isn't she? She just changed her name after—after she came here . . . Right?" Rory offered, trying to see if the others understood the same about Wanda's situation as he did. Bad Wolf glanced at Rory, then looked to the Doctor. The Time Lord had his hands pressed tightly together; his gaze locked on the table in uneasy. He glanced up when feeling the entity's eyes on him.

"Care to explain this one?" she asked politely, nodding as though she wished to give him the reins on at least one thing to be answered today. His hands tightened more as he swallowed thickly. He kept opening his mouth to speak, but closed it again, as if his voice had left him. Finally, he sighed heavily, leaning back in defeat in his chair.

"Alpha . . . and Wanda . . . they're both . . .," he swallowed, ". . . they're not the same. Alpha is the darkness that lives inside of her."

"But how is that possible?" River questioned immediately, eyes growing wide in shock. "We saw those memories. They're Wanda's memories. Aren't they?"

"Yes," breathed the Doctor, staring down in remorse. "I wish they weren't. But they are."

River frowned heavily. "Then how are Alpha and Wanda not the same?"

The Doctor did not answer for a long moment, frowning as he stared at the table. "I don't know. She never explained it to me how it happened. Only that she was once Alpha, and now she is separate." Slowly, his eyes looked up to Bad Wolf, seeing how the entity stared back calmly. ". . . What happened? What happened in that last memory? Just tell me what you can."

"Well," Bad Wolf started, adjusting in her seat to begin her story, "as I've said, I knew she was going to allow her powers to overrun everything. Starting a chain reaction to destroy the universe. Not all at once. More like a reality bomb, making all the atoms break down over time. Though, unlike the reality bomb—."

"—it leaves the matter behind in dust, ready to form again through time into new worlds, new life," finished the Doctor, stating this gravely with a heavy heart. "She was going to restart the universe."

"Yes, well, that is what the universe wants. Or, what she thinks it wants. Remember, she is in touch with the universe on a different level." Bad Wolf adjusted herself once more. "You already know that once I gained my new form I had to come straight to this pocket universe. Would have died if I hadn't. But I still needed to get back to her and just a projection of me wouldn't do. I had to have some help. So, after persuading some help I sent a more solid projection of myself to Gallifrey and transported her to me there in that desert. Then, after some more persuading, I told her where she could find me and she transported herself to this plain."

Bad Wolf reached across the table, hitting a large red button that the group just now noticed. A sound whirled from the table as a silver plate covered in sweet cakes suddenly flipped around, like a small trap door, flipping over for a silver mirror to replace it on the other side. The mirror was strange, swirling as though it were made of liquid. The Doctor stared at it in interest, knowing exactly what it was. A TARDIS memory bank. The liquid mirror shivered as it projected an image up, showing them another memory of Alpha. It was hazy as it showed them the images of the past. They saw Alpha standing there, within a dead, barren forest. Next to her was Bad Wolf herself. Both were looking out towards nothing in particular.

"So . . . this is the new home you were talking about?" Alpha asked Bad Wolf quietly, her voice coming out muffled and distant from the memory projection.

"Yes," replied memory Bad Wolf, gazing sideways at Alpha next to her. "I know it's not much—"

"It's perfect," breathed Alpha. She slowly began to smile, her lips wavering as tears rolled down her face. "It's so quiet. It's just so quiet." She let out a small watery laugh. "I can finally hear myself think."

Bad Wolf in the memory smiled lightly. "I suppose that's the first time in centuries. Having your mind to yourself."

Alpha nodded softly. "Four hundred years." She slowly stared down at the ground, shaking as her hands tightened into fists. Tears dripped from her face to the ground as she sniffed. "I want to forget. Forget it all." She looked up, her eyes watering as she stared at Bad Wolf next to her. "Please . . . help me forget. I want my life back. All those years . . . I don't want to remember them anymore. Please."

"You know what you're asking, right?"

"Yes." Alpha walked over to Bad Wolf, taking her hand, pleading to the entity now. "Please, I want to start over. I don't want to be . . . this anymore."

Bad Wolf stared at her for a moment longer. Not showing any emotion. Simply observing the crying Alpha. Then, the entity slowly bowed her head to Alpha, speaking softly, "As you wish."

The memory faded after this. The projection receded back into the strange mirror and remained still. The group remained silent, thinking about what they had just seen. The current Bad Wolf reached forward, pressing the button once more. And once again the table whirled as the mirror flipped and was replaced by the silver tray of food as before.

"What happened after that?" River asked Bad Wolf quietly, breaking the silence and everyone's stupor. "Did you erase Alpha's memories?"

"Yes, and no," Bad Wolf replied calmly, placing her hands together on the table as she stared at the Time Lord across from her. As though she were answering him instead. The Doctor remained silent, gazing back evenly as his mind whirled. Slowly, he pieced together what had been done.

"You used the chameleon arch," he concluded carefully. "She didn't just want to rewrite her memories. She wanted to rewrite herself." He swallowed, slowly slumping down into his seat as he realized in horror what had been done. "Did . . . did you use the TARDIS that had crashed here?"

"It was the only TARDIS here at the time, yes," Bad Wolf replied easily, nodding to him. The three companions jumped when the Doctor suddenly slammed his hand on the table, glaring at the entity across from him.

"Do you have any idea what you've done?!" he shouted, growling as he stood up and began to pace back and forth behind his chair. "No, of course, you know now as it's already been done. But did you think, even for a moment, to tell her not to do it?! The consequences of using a chameleon arch incorrectly, especially from a broken TARDIS . . ."

"No . . . She didn't," River breathed, eyes wide in disbelief as she understood what the Doctor was saying. Amy and Rory both frowned looking at their daughter and Time Lord.

"What's a chameleon arch?" Amy asked.

"What did she do?" Rory questioned.

"She tried to change to a new species. She tried to undo what the Daleks had done to her," River said quickly as she watched the Doctor halt in his pacing, his back facing them as he tensed. "That's what she did, isn't it?"

"Correct," Bad Wolf nodded, smiling grimly. The entity looked to Amy and Rory. "A chameleon arch is a Time Lord's way of modifying the biology of an individual, essentially changing that individual's species. One normally only uses it when in need of a quick escape, later to go back to being a Time Lord when the fob watch, a small device which holds the Time Lord's full essence inside, is activated and opened once more. It's how he became the human John Smith before." She nodded to the Doctor.

"Time Lords . . . only ever used the chameleon arch when they had no choice," the Doctor spoke up, gaining their attention. He turned to face them slowly, gripping the back of his chair in a tight hold. "It is a dangerous device . . . things could go wrong. Terribly, disastrously, wrong. I've only ever heard stories in the past, mentionings, of what happened to those who undergo a bad chameleon arch. They'd be torn in two. Their entire being, everything that makes them, them, split right down the middle. They'd become half of what they were." He let out a heavy breath. A storm of emotions swirling within his green eyes. "No wonder Alpha is so feral. Unable to do . . . or say anything. Trapped within her own mind for all eternity while another walks around . . . It'd be like living in the Void."

"My, Doctor, are you perhaps feeling sorry for Alpha?" Bad Wolf said, gaining the Doctor's attention. He frowned immediately. Half of him wanted to say 'of course not!' for his love of Wanda outweighed his pity for Alpha. But the other half, of course, felt completely sorry for Alpha. He always felt torn in how to view and feel about Alpha. She was a part of his Wanderer, yes. But she was also everything that he tried to stand against in the universe. Most times, he only viewed her as some . . . thing. Rather than someone. Because he never understood (nor really wished to understand) in how Wanda could have ever possibly been Alpha. But understanding it all now . . . Though the outcome did give him the love of his life . . . it was still hell to think about.

"So . . . Wanda is the outcome of a bad chameleon arch?" Rory said carefully, trying to wrap his head around all this information. His brows furrowed as he thought this over. "Is Wanda . . . even real then?" Immediately he knew he had said the wrong thing when met with the furious expression of the Time Lord and the disapproving one of River.

"Of course she is!" River said angrily, firm in her belief in Wanda.

"Wanda is real. She's the creation of what came when Alpha tried to rewrite herself," Bad Wolf said, quite calm as though she were a teacher giving a lecture to a class. When she saw the still unsure expressions on Amy and Rory, Bad Wolf hummed in thought. "Think of it this way. Rory," she pointed to the nurse, "if I suddenly erased all your memories, put you in a new life: Would you still be Rory, or would you become a new man with new memories you've created? It has happened before on Earth, hasn't it? Cases of amnesia or brain trauma. People become someone completely different after an accident.

"Wanda is the real Alpha," Bad Wolf continued, "the Alpha that would have been if she had never been subjected to those four hundred years of torture in a way you could view it. And the Alpha within her, well, you could see her as the old Alpha that was." Seeing the still confused stares from the companions, Bad Wolf shrugged lightly. "Look, if it makes it easier for you, think of Alpha as the pure hatred and anger of the body while Wanda is the pure love and kindness."

The Doctor tapped his fingers on his chair while everyone else remained quiet as they contemplated on what Bad Wolf had said. Clearing his throat, he spoke up, "The time Wanda became Alice Rivers . . . that shouldn't have been able to happen, then. She would never be able to become a human individual if she . . . if she wasn't her full self to begin with. So how—?"

"That was the TARDIS's doing, actually," Bad Wolf explained. "Your TARDIS, that is. She knows, of course, what Wanda's situation is. So, she merely worked with Alpha, writing enough of Wanda to place a part of her within the watch along with her memories, then placed Alpha as well in the watch, implanted simple memories like that of John Smith, and then masked her sense into making her and all others believe she was a human being. It's the same as it had happened here, her being convinced enough that she was human."

"Why did she think she was human?" questioned Amy, curious to know how anyone could have been convinced they were a different species entirely. "In this world, I mean."

"It's easier to believe something you're not if you're trying to hide from painful memories," Bad Wolf replied smoothly, tapping her fingers on the table as she gazed down at her now cold tea. "Though, in truth, Alpha had always been fond of humans. Even before she went insane with power and became a feral being. Humans lead such simple lives. Simplicity was something Alpha always craved and dreamt about. Why not have Wanda believe to be human?"

"And how did Alpha take it . . . being split in two?" Rory asked carefully, still trying to understand and wrap his head around all of this.

Bad Wolf sighed, "At first, not so well. The body that hosted Alpha and Wanda was at odds with itself for the first year. The body fighting over who had control over the consciousness and such."

The Doctor hummed, nodding, "Yes . . . That's why they say most never survive when going through that sort of accident. Victims' bodies would usually end up tearing itself apart before a day had passed." He slowly sat down back in his chair, eyes staring gravely at the white table top. "It had always been seen as certain death. I never even believed anyone could survive it if they had gone through something such as that." His hands gradually went up to his hair as he gripped his head. His voice coming out low. "When I first met Wanda, I thought maybe she acted and believed in what she did because of memories after a chameleon arch use had not come all the way back to her. Then over time, I thought over a million different ways that she and Alpha became this way. But this? Never this. I would have never wanted . . . for either of them . . ." He soon, very carefully, lowered his hands to the table as his eyes swirled in their storm of emotions. "I should have seen it, though. Should have realized it when she told me she was dyslexic."

The group stared at the Time Lord as he seemed to grow remorseful, weeping for what had been done to Wanda and Alpha. Bad Wolf frowned, tilting her head as she stared at the Time Lord in his sorrow.

"You act as though they're in pain and in suffering," spoke the entity strictly, shaking her head in disproval at the Time Lord, earning his attention. "But they are far from it. Yes, that first year Alpha, and Wanda, were at odds. But soon, each became happy. Alpha even more so than Wanda. Alpha could be at peace with where she was. No more war. No more universe always in her mind. And she was happy, overjoyed, in what her actions created. At least, that is what she has concluded and told me." River frowned as she leaned forward, gaining the entity's eye.

"But why would she be happy about it?" asked River, skeptical that anyone would be okay in that kind of situation.

"Hmm . . .," Bad Wolf sat back in her seat, pondering the best response. "I'll explain it as I've come to understand it. Alpha, as I've said before, is half of what Wanda is, in a way. Only, after the split, I have noticed that this side of Wanda sort of developed into something more than simply a piece of herself. Alpha became a sort of protective entity. She saw Wanda as what could have been. Or rather she saw Wanda as something of her own creation. She even likes to think of Wanda as a sister or daughter. In finding nothing more to love, Wanda became all Alpha could care for. She wanted to see Wanda happy in a life she herself could never have. It became her obsession to bring Wanda happiness. That's why you see all that is before you in this world.

"It was very shocking for me the day I came across one of Alpha's first creations," Bad Wolf went on. "You see, after the first month, I grew the TARDIS and tried to make it our home. But I," she paused, sighing, "regrettably was not suited to help her. I did not know how to sooth Wanda or help her to grow. She was nothing more than a child after being rewritten. The only thing I could bring in was the television show from another universe for her to watch. It was the only thing that kept her calm and busy." She smiled playfully at the Doctor when he showed interest in hearing about the 'show.' "Yes, there really is another universe with your life on television. Not exactly what Alpha had witnessed of your timeline. But close enough. It's a universe relatively close to yours and our small world here. It was easy enough making it a show for her to watch.

"Anyway," Bad Wolf waved a hand, moving on, "Alpha began learning to project herself out of Wanda's consciousness. I would watch her keep a protective eye over Wanda. Trying to keep her comfortable in her new life the best she could. I saw how Alpha tried doing other things, testing her powers even more now that she had the freedom from the Daleks to do so. Then, next thing I know, one day, the barren forest had developed into a beautiful landscape. Then, boom, there was Amy and Rory, blinking all confused and standing next to Wanda, who acted just so delighted in seeing her 'parents' once again. And each time Wanda wanted someone new to play with, there they were, ready for this world and Wanda. But, all of you already know all that."

"Okay, so if Alpha is half of Wanda . . . how did Wanda become, well, what she is now?" Rory asked the entity, still trying to keep up with what was being explained to them.

"Yeah, I mean . . . how did Wanda give herself that name if she wasn't aware of how she was 'brought to life,'" Amy added, nodding along with her husband as it just seemed so crazy in what they were being told. She knew, from what the Doctor had explained to them before, Time Lords would give themselves titles when making a promise for themselves, or something like that. But Wanda would have had to be aware of herself and that she was a Time Lord to give herself a 'title,' right? Amy, Rory, and River both looked at Bad Wolf as the entity stared carefully at the Time Lord across from her. Soon, all three companions' eyes lingered on the Doctor, seeing how he had remained eerily silent now. His hands gripped so tightly together as though he feared to speak, or even move.

"Would you care to explain it, or shall I?" Bad Wolf asked the Doctor lightly, her eyes locked on the Time Lord as she observed him shifting in his seat and swallow heavily.

"What's in a name, eh?" he sighed forlornly, shaking his head. Silence rang loudly as the Doctor hesitated in talking. Soon, he swallowed and worked himself into talking. "She . . . Her name was never about who she is. The name was for what she is."

"It was a name she heard before coming here. A name she thought fit perfectly for what she had become," Bad Wolf nodded, continuing on with the Time Lord's explanation. When seeing his three companions gaze at him in confusion, bewildered by Wanda being anything more than a Time Lord, the Doctor bowed his head in defeat.

"She named what she evolved into. She named her species," he said softly, letting the revelation sink in. "She's not a Time Lord. She's a Wanderer. The Wanderer. The very first of her kind." He let the information sink in for his companions. Not wanting to meet any of their faces in knowing that Wanda was, and never had been all this time during their travels, the species that he had told them, his species. Once again, he had led them into believing a lie for so long. Far too long.

"So, all this time when we thought she was a human turned Time Lord, she was actually a Time Lord turned . . . Wanderer?" Rory finally spoke up. He let out a long sigh. "I think I'm having information overload right now."

"When you say first of her kind . . ." Amy said slowly, trying to see if she was getting this all together and clear. Rory was right. It really was a lot to take in, all in one day.

"She's a species that isn't supposed to be," the Doctor said quietly. "The legend was there, put in place by the Time Lords or someone from long ago—I don't even remember who now—in warning for a reason. It's why people feel fear when they see Wanda using her full powers. I felt it myself when I came face-to-face with Alpha the first time. It's an instinctual fear. For no being in the universe should have those powers that she does. She is an impossible creature and something that should never have existed." He sat back in his seat, staring up at the fake blue sky above. "Any other creature in the universe with that kind of power would just be seen as more of a nuisance than anything. But to make a new species like that out of a Time Lord? They'd be a vengeful god."

"A vengeful god?" River breathed, staring at the Doctor in disbelief.

"A vengeful goddess," sighed the Time Lord solemnly, thinking of his Wanda . . . his Wanderer, and all that she was.

"And that's why you've never been able to except Wanda for what she is," stated Bad Wolf calmly, her eyes staring almost in frustration at him. "That's why you've tried so hard to convince yourself and others of her being a Time Lord, correct?" The Doctor sat up straight with a start, staring at the entity with eyes in disbelief. His mouth opened in shock upon her snide words.

"What?" he gasped, shaking his head. "No! Absolutely not! If anyone has ever except and welcomed her for what she is, it's me!" He stood up, ready to prove his point. "I've only kept others from knowing because . . . because I was afraid of what they would think of her. For her friends, I never wanted them to have any fears of her. I saw Rose's reaction on the day we met Alpha, and how much if hurt Wanda. I didn't want repeats with future companions. And for all the rest, could you imagine how many species would want to get their hands on her? To use her for wars, or other atrocities? I had already quite a few enemies who figured out what she was, thank you! I wasn't about to let others find out the same!" He shook his head, his hands tightening into fists that laid on the table. "It's not only that . . . The universe has never been kind to new species. Especially those who had evolved from other, already well established, species in the known cosmos. I didn't want her to suffer the same prejudice and hate as others had."

"Then, tell Alpha that, because for all she knows you hate both her and Wanda for what they are," Bad Wolf told him strictly, eyeing him sharply for a moment.

"I will . . . in her, ah, their future," the Doctor confirmed, nodding firmly at her. He tapped his fingers on the table in thought. "Though, I suppose, I could do a better job of helping them see that. My prejudices towards Alpha . . . do tend to come out from time to time."

"Yes, you could do better. But you're only a Time Lord, after all," Bad Wolf agreed, nodding. Glancing up at the fake sky briefly, she looked back at them all, standing up. "It's almost time now. Best we get a move on. Though, before we depart, are there any more questions? I'm sure there is, knowing you lot."

"Yeah, a million more questions that I'm sure will never be answered," River joked humourlessly.

Bad Wolf smiled, nodding to the woman. "Regrettably so, yes."

"Timeline!" exclaimed the Doctor, snapping his fingers and pointing at the entity. "I want to know why Wanda is connected to my timeline. Alpha said she had no part in it. So, by all accounts, I'm assuming it was you."

Bad Wolf, for the first time, showed a bit of embarrassment. "Ah, yes, um . . . about that." Pausing for a moment, she then cleared her throat. "You see, while Wanda was still here, besides her powers starting to build up to dangerous levels, her timeline was beginning to catch up with her. She began hearing voices, your voice," the entity nodded to the Time Lord, "in her head. You know how that goes for Time Lords."

"Yes." The Doctor nodded, understanding immediately. A Time Lord could begin to hear bits and pieces from their own timeline if they were trying to avoid a certain day, or even did not realize of what part they played with the time stream. It happened to him not that long ago when he tried to avoid his so-called death at Lake Silencio. A natural way to help a Time Lord avoid paradoxes and all that.

Bad Wolf nodded. "I knew her time was short and . . . I worried for her. I was afraid she wouldn't always have someone nearby to help her out. Especially during her first years there." She shifted on her feet, looking away from the Time Lord and companions now. "So, I and the TARDIS bonded her timeline with yours. A fail-safe to keep her locked to someone close, someone she already knew pretty decently. That way no matter where she ended up, she would always be with friends." Shifting even more, she glanced at them before clearing her throat. "It worked a little too well, I'm afraid. I will admit, I'm rather humiliated that my work was so well done that she would die from it." She glanced at them when seeing their critical stares. "At least it helped keep Alpha in line."

"Is there any way to break it?" River asked quickly, hoping for a way to keep Wanda from ever dying.

"No, not really," Bad Wolf shook her head. "But it will run its course, reaching the end point for I only placed her timeline to bond up to a certain point in time for the Doctor's. So, once she reaches past that point, the timeline bond will break and then, yes, she will be able to survive without the Doctor. She could even travel about as she pleases with her powers." There came a beep and low hum from the ceiling as the bird songs quieted down and the sky above dimmed to look as close to sunset. Bad Wolf glanced up and nodded. "Yes, Beauty, I know. We're moving along now."

"Beauty?" questioned the Doctor as he and his companions walked away from the table when Bad Wolf began to head towards the exit.

"The TARDIS. She likes that name," Bad Wolf explained, waving a hand over the shoulder in dismissal. They followed her out of the garden room and back into the hallway, going down back towards the very end of the hall. Soon, a white door came up. The very same they had seen before. And just like before, they heard the sobbing of Wanda inside. Just as the Doctor started to step around to run towards the door, it shifted and turned into a deep, red-wine stained door. The Time Lord huffed, glowering as they reached the new door for them to enter. Bad Wolf stepped to the side, seeming to allow them to move onwards on their own now.

"I suppose this is where I take my leave once again," Bad Wolf told them gravely, nodding to them. "Good luck." With that said, the entity walked away, leaving the four of them to their work. None made a move towards the door, hesitating as each began thinking over all that they have experienced and learned while being in this world. So much had been thrown at them on this day. What else must they face now? The Doctor shifted on his feet, at the ready to get to his wife and help her as everyone in this world had been begging him to do. But to face Alpha again?

"Doctor . . .," River said carefully, earning the Time Lord's gaze, "is there anything else we need to know before we face this . . . whatever this is?"

"This," the Doctor said quietly, his voice stern, "is a piece of Wanda. It is her darkness, yes. But is still . . ." He sighed heavily, shaking his head, staring at the door. "I know, it's hard. I've had a long time trying to understand and come to terms with Alpha myself. She isn't Wanda, but she is a part of her. A part we . . . I have to accept."

"It's like the Dream Lord, yeah?" Rory suggested.

"Right. We've accepted that part of you, Doctor. We can do the same for Wanda," Amy agreed, nodding firmly. The Doctor smiled at them, touched to see how resolute his companions are in believing in Wanda and him. He knew River would immediately accept Wanda for what she was. But seeing Amy and Rory just as willing to understand and endure, it just showed him how amazing of companions they truly were. How lost he would be without them.

Pushing the door open slowly, the Doctor muttered, "Stay behind me and let me do the talking," as he stepped inside the room.

It was a strange setup the TARDIS, Beauty, had put together. Or, perhaps Alpha had done this? It was a room which appeared to be a dark forest, or rather a dead forest. The grass around their feet was shriveled, making a crackling sound as they made their way through. All of the trees were black, with the bark stripped away and the branches twisted into sinister shapes. A cracked, blackened marble path came up to them after they rounded a large tree, leading them into an opening. The broken path circled around a crumbling, round fountain laid bare with no water inside. Wilted hedges and flowers looped around the fountain's edges, as well as along the path's way. The Doctor, after a moment to take in the sight, recognized it as one of the crystalline fountain gardens from Gallifrey. Another faded memory from Alpha's childhood.

It took another moment before any of them realized that Alpha was there. She sat in front of the fountain on the ground. Her legs bent up to her chest as she had her arms loosely wrapped around her knees. Alpha's chestnut hair laid around her face in a mess, covering almost all of her features. She wore a red robe dress, much like Time Lords had worn in the past, though the dress was torn up and ragged. The Doctor felt shocked to see that she resembled First Wanda's appearance instead of Third Wanda when last they had come face-to-face. Then again, this was what she had looked like all her life before Wanda existed.

Her eyes glowed maliciously as she stared each one of them down, the white light within her irises burning as she narrowed her gaze. She bared her teeth slightly as her upper lip curled. The Doctor heard a faint growl come from her. The dark wolf was beginning to come out of her already. He had always wondered in the past why Alpha had identified herself with wolf behaviors. Today, after viewing her memories again, only this time up close and personal, he began to wonder if she believed herself to be a wolf-like creature because of what she had become. Admittedly, new species have always been violent and unstable during their first stages of evolution. If this was any representation of this side of a Wanderer, it would be Alpha.

"Hello, Alpha," the Doctor spoke calmly as he and the others stood a few feet away from her. He smiled, trying to be cheery. "How have you been? Good being back in your world I suppose?" Alpha closed her eyes and grimaced, burying her head down into her arms.

"Go away," she growled.

"Ah, see, I'm afraid I can't," the Doctor said, shaking his head in a grave manner. "See, you're keeping my wife away from me and—."

"She isn't yours," Alpha spat immediately, raising her head to glare at him heatedly. "She does not belong to you! Nor will she ever!"

The Doctor raised a brow, staring back firmly. "So she belongs to you, then?"

Alpha narrowed her eyes, not answering him for a moment. "She's safe with me," was what she replied.

"Ah, yes, 'safe.' She's safe being here, locked away in a world of fantasy. Safe being put to sleep over and over again, memories erased, kept in the dark and away from actually having a life."

Alpha stood up slowly, her glare intensifying as the white glow increased in her eyes. "I keep her happy. She's happy here."

The Doctor took in the sight of Alpha fully now, coming to notice how she was not all physically there. She was almost translucent, like a hologram, or projection . . . or a ghost. "Is she really though? Happy? I feel as though she'll always be miserable now knowing that this world is a lie. Especially now that you can't make her forget. Because that was you, wasn't it? After being split you placed up all those barriers, trying to give Wanda a fresh start. But the barriers aren't closing up again. And they never will." He stepped away from his companions, going towards Alpha. "You can't keep her here living a lie. You'll be practically sentencing her to death!"

There was a sudden rush of wind. The Doctor and others stumbled back as the air pushed so swift, yet brief against them. Alpha had disappeared completely. But hot breath and a sinister whisper brushed against the Doctor's ear.

"We are never leaving. And you can't make us."

All hell broke loose after Alpha breathed these dark words. The Doctor stumbled down to his knees as the ground beneath rippled under his feet. Screams came from behind him, making him look quickly around to see his four companions being separated and pulled away from him. River was trapped behind large trees that blocked her in a cage, Rory was struggling as roots from the hedges pulled him into the brush, and Amy screamed as dead vines wrapped around where she stood, making a dome around her.

"Doctor!" the companions seemed to shout together as each one was taken away. The trees finished forming their wall around River, making it look as though all that had ever been there were tightly packed trees. The vine dome around Amy was so thick that it looked like a strange bubble formation, leaving no sight of the redhead within. Rory was nowhere to be seen having been taken away by the roots into the hedges as if they had swallowed him up. The Doctor stood back up onto his feet, glaring around at the area, still not seeing any sign of Alpha.

"Bring them back!" he shouted angrily.

"No," came the growl of Alpha, her voice echoing sharply around him.

"Don't you dare harm them! They haven't done anything to you," the Doctor retorted harshly, jabbing a finger in the air.

Alpha's voice began to boom around the area. "Amelia Williams—human. Crime—broke Wanda's hearts when she betrayed her with that kiss. Judgement—guilty. River Song—Time Lord. Crime—killed Wanda by pushing her off a building. Judgment—guilty. Rory Williams—human. Crime—would have hurt Wanda in other possibilities if he had the chance. Judgement—guilty." Alpha appeared again by the fountain, the image of her twisted around as though in between a constant state of fluctuation. "I think they've done plenty."

The Doctor watched as she disappeared once more, but a strange white mist swirled around aggressively, circling the area. He knew the reason she always said all this was because of how her mind twisted and developed over time. She believed herself to be the judge over all of those in the universe who had done wrong. Which, in her mind, was everyone. Everyone was guilty. Not that he could not disagree with her, but he would argue that everyone had the potential for good and a second chance if necessary. Shaking his head, he narrowed his eyes as he tracked the movement of the strange mist. Glancing over towards where he knew his companions would be, it eased his mind to know that Alpha would not actually hurt any of them. Her need to keep Wanda happy would ensure of this.

"How are you controlling the room like this?" the Doctor decided to ask, trying to resume the conversation, in hopes of talking some reasoning into the wolf.

"Beauty does as I ask. Nothing more," Alpha replied sharply, an unease in her voice as she circled him.

"Ah, well, I'd like to compliment your decorations, then," the Doctor said, trying to keep his tone light, though his body remained on edge and ready to run if necessary. His eyes scanned the area, looking for any sign of an exit. In the corner of his eye, he saw a small glimpse of white, hidden within a tangle of vines. Looking over past the fountain, he realized it was the white door from before—the room which held Wanda within. He saw how vines slowly crept around the door, trying to keep it from sight and to bar any who try to enter. Forming a quick plan, the Doctor locked his eyes once more on the white mist swirling before him.

"Alpha, really now, what are you going to do?" the Doctor inquired. "You can't keep Wanda asleep forever. And you most certainly cannot keep her in this world forever, either. What are you planning?"

Alpha formed once more in front of him, narrowing her eyes as though she knew he was up to something. However, he knew she would not be able to read his thoughts so clearly with the help of Bad Wolf's tea. It became obvious this frustrated Alpha to no end as she gritted her teeth.

"I don't care what you say. We are not leaving," Alpha rebuffed. "She'll be happy here. She was before, and she will be again. Now leave us!" Suddenly, the ground rumbled and the marble under his feet shifted as Alpha tried to get him to move backward and further away. However, he jumped and rolled in the opposite direction, heading towards the white door instead.

The Doctor stood and faced her with the door to his back. "I'm not leaving without her! No matter what you do to me. No matter how much I have to fight you, I will get her back!" He jumped back as a rock flew at him from the fountain, sailing over his shoulder. "I'm just here to help her! Let me help her!"

"No! We don't need your help! We don't need anyone!" Alpha turned into mist once more as the ground rippled towards the Doctor.

The Time Lord allowed this to push him more towards the door. He shifted on his feet, readying himself. He knew that if he got his sonic screwdriver to the right setting he could make the TARDIS's plant life malfunction, for everything here was nothing more than an integrated system connected to the ship's mainframe. Though he hated to hurt the ship, he was desperate to get to his Wanderer. As he raised his screwdriver to begin his plan of action, a vine came up from the ground and grabbed his hand, jerking it to the side to make him drop his tool. Before he could react, vines were wrapping around his legs and torso. He fell violently to the ground and was being dragged away from where Wanda was. He managed to reach out and snatch his sonic, sending a few pluses at the vines. The vines released him and withered away. When he moved to stand up, Alpha appeared before him, sending another wave of energy out to throw him back. He hit the vine dome which held Amy, making him groan in pain. Alpha stood in front of him, her glare piercing.

"Leave me alone," she spoke in her echoing voice. She turned away. He watched as she retreated. The wheels in his head began to turn as a realization hit him.

"I'm getting too old," he sighed, shaking his head as he slowly rose again. Alpha whipped around sharply, baring her teeth as she sneered at him. He faced her down calmly, his expression etched with pity. "I'm rather thick at times. I'm an old and stupid man, set in my ways. But I get there in the end, I think."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Alpha spat, tightening her hands into fists.

"You said 'me,'" he stated. "All day people have been telling me to 'help her,' but I got it wrong who I was supposed to help." He sighed, shaking his head before gazing evenly at her once more. "Tell me, Alpha, is this really all for Wanda? Or are you doing this for yourself?"

Silence fell heavily around them as Alpha blinked and the Doctor stared on. Alpha narrowed her eyes, shifting backward slightly. "For her . . . Of course."

"Maybe." The Doctor nodded a little, noticing Alpha's expression turn wary. "Maybe this is all for Wanda," the Doctor began to pace, "I mean, you care for her, right? Why isn't it all for her? But," he turned pointing a finger at her, "what if it isn't just that? What if you want to use her as a means to start over?"

Alpha glared heatedly, shifting back from him more. "I—We did start over. We are happy here."

"You wanted to live through her. Her happiness. Her life. To you, that was what you wanted. What you've never had a chance at," the Doctor spoke over her, taking a step towards her. "Or, maybe it's the other way? You wanted to keep Wanda from taking the same actions you took during the war. You wanted to keep her from becoming what you had."

"Shut up," snarled Alpha, the white glow in her eyes beginning to burn. The wind around them began to pick up.

"You've been trying to forget," the Doctor spoke louder over her. "But you can't. You can't forget. So you made Wanda forget." The wind whipped around them and he squinted when dust flew up into his face. "You can't erase your past, Alpha!"

"Shut up!" she screamed, the ground beginning to shake with her anger. Whirling wind threw itself at him.

The Doctor stumbled back but was able to hold his position. "I know why you're angry. I know. And you have every right to be! But you can't keep Wanda prisoner! You can't erase all those horrors you've done and lived through!"

"I said, SHUT UP!" Alpha disappeared in a whirl of white mist. It swirled viciously around, making the Doctor unable to see anything as it encircled him.

The Doctor held firm, staring around in the mist. "You've killed, Alpha! You've killed and you've killed. And even though you've grown cold through the years, grown distant and less caring, it still hurts knowing what you've done. Because every time you close your eyes, you see all those you've killed. You hear their screams and you see all that horror every waking moment."

"I SAID SHUT UP!"

The mist drew closer around the Doctor. This time something hit him. He fell forward, only to be thrown back again when something hit his chest hard. He rolled as sharp jagged stones began shooting up from the ground. He jumped up and vaulted over a few, stumbling as he pushed his way through the mist towards the fountain. He leaped into the fountain, splashing through what remained of any water as he turned around and faced the mist once more. It circled ferociously around him and the fountain, luckily not getting any closer.

"Get out of the fountain and leave!" Alpha's voice barked angrily around him.

"No," the Doctor said calmly. "I'll never leave. Not as long as I know there is someone who needs help, who needs healing. Someone who hates themselves so much, who has committed so many horrors, that they see no hope in their lives anymore."

"I don't need your help! GET OUT!"

Rocks were flung at him, but the Doctor easily dodged them, standing in the centre of the fountain now. "Because you did such things, I know what you see yourself as now . . . a monster." He eyed the mist as it swirled more erratically around, twisting into strange forms as though it were not so much angry but more frantic.

"I am a monster! I am the monster! I am the—"

"Alpha. Yes, the alpha monster. The alpha being. Largest killer of all. The true monster of all monsters. The monster that leaves nothing but death and destruction in its wake. I mean, why shouldn't you be an alpha monster? An alpha wolf? You've practically written yourself in all the history books, through all of time and space, to be the one being all should fear. Even if you've tried to rewrite this, to make yourself better in a farce for some few to believe . . . you know that you can never erase the past. You'll always be a monster." The Doctor paused for a moment, holding a solemn expression. "And that's why I must help you. Because . . . I know exactly how you feel. Because I, too, view myself the same."

The mist slowed down in its movement. "What?"

"I'm a monster, too." The Doctor held out his hands, staring at them. "I have more blood on my hands . . . than most could ever dream of. I've killed . . . I've destroyed lives . . . I've written myself into history as a destroyer of worlds . . . Though I try to be a healer of others. I try to convince myself I can be a good man. I know deep down I'm not. I'm careless, ruin lives, and try to forget each time and pretend that everything will be fine in the end, hiding like a coward behind companions." He looked up and Alpha now stood solidly in front of him. She stared at him warily, seeming to be confused by his words. But yet, he saw recognition, understanding what he was saying, knowing she felt analogous to him. He gave her a sad, yet very kind smile. "From one monster to another . . . I want to help you."

He stepped towards her, continuing to speak. "I want to help because I want you to know it's not all your fault of what happened in the past. Even if you like to believe that—even as I like to think of everything being my fault—we both must understand that there are some things in this universe that we cannot control. Somethings just happen." He stepped closer. "Please . . . just let me help you." Slowly, he raised his hand, reaching out to her. Just as he was about to touch her, she blinked out of her stupor. The mist erupted around them. The white, vicious glow came back in full force, her eyes burning bright as she snapped her teeth at him.

"NO! GET AWAY FROM ME!"

The Doctor was flung out of the fountain, slamming into trees. He fell to his knees briefly, but then stumbled back onto his feet. Facing the full gale of wind that whipped at his body, he tried shielding his face with his arms and began walking slowly towards her again. She stood in the middle of the clearing, her eyes tightly closed as she held her hands in tight fists at her side. Her body shook as tears streamed down her face. It was clear she was desperately trying to drown out all noise from around her. Then, she began to shriek.

"The Time Lords did this to me! They did this! It's their fault! Their fault!" she cried. She continued to repeat her claim.

"Alpha, please! You have to stop!" the Doctor shouted over the roar of the wind.

"No, no, no, no, no, no!" Alpha began gripping at her head, pulling at her hair. She shook her head rapidly as the Doctor got closer. "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"

"Alpha—." The Doctor reached out towards her, hoping to be able to touch her even though she still looked translucent.

She jumped in surprise when she realized he was right in front of her. "Don't—!"

He reached out swiftly before she could get away, grabbing onto her wrist and pulling her towards him. He winced as her white light burned him. Her skin beneath his hand felt like fire. Yet, he held on tighter, pulling her against him with his other arm in a tight hug. "I forgive you," he whispered into her ear.

Alpha froze. Everything around them suddenly went still and quiet, freezing in place. Dead silence hit them hard. Alpha swallowed a lump in her throat. "W-what?"

The Doctor held her even closer still. "I forgive you. For everything you've done . . . I forgive you." Letting go of her wrist, he wrapped his arm around her in a tight embrace. He began to rub her back soothingly. "None of it was your fault. You know that. I know you've killed . . . But you never wanted to. You still don't. Even though your mind and body are programmed to kill, and the urge is still too great, you still want everyone to live. Even if you try to convince yourself otherwise, I know how you feel, Alpha.

"It's okay," he continued to breathe. "It's okay. I just want you to know that. To know that, even though we're monsters . . . it doesn't mean that we have to be bad ones. Even monsters can be good." His fingers came up to caress her head. He felt her body slowly relax in his hold as she slumped against him.

". . . It's my fault," she whimpered. "I killed them. I killed Shelly. It's my fault."

He sighed, holding her tighter still. "No, it really isn't. Alpha, please . . . you have to learn to forgive yourself. It'll be the only way you can find peace."

She did not answer him at length, simply breathing as evenly as she could as her body trembled. It was surprising the Doctor could even hold onto her at all seeing how she was basically still a ghost. Even as he touched her, the physical sensation of her form was lacking as he ran his fingers through her hair. It felt like more a memory of when he embraced First Wanda the same way so long ago.

"Why did they abandon us?" Alpha finally spoke in a hushed whisper. Her voice sounded so vulnerable, so confused as to why she had been left alone for so long, like a child wondering why her mum had died so suddenly.

"War," the Doctor said regrettably. "It makes people do terrible things. Things they know is wrong . . . but they're just so scared and desperate that they do it anyway. Rassilon was never a good man to begin with, but the others were so desperate that they ignored their instincts and followed along with his ideals. And it being a war doesn't make their lack of morality excusable. It never will. They should have done better for you children." He rubbed her back soothingly. "You'll never forgive them for that, I understand this. And that's okay. It's okay to never be able to forgive someone. But we can learn to move on. No more anger. No more hate. Just acceptance of our past, knowing that there will be a better tomorrow. For that, I promise you, I will make certain you will have a better tomorrow.

"I'm sorry. From all Time Lords, I'm sorry," the Doctor finished. He pressed his lips right up to her ear. Through soothing hush of breath, he gently uttered a name into her ear—a name that had long been hidden away within the deepest parts of her memories, unable to ever be spoken by her.

And then, at that moment, Alpha broke down. It was as if she had been waiting to hear that name, a reminder of who she had once been, for so long now. She wept as she fell to her knees. The Doctor fell with her still holding on; his only desire was to comfort her. As she pressed her face into his chest, curling in on herself, her tears soaked his jacket and shirt, and the garden around them shifted. The dead vines receded, turning a bright shade of green and hanging around the trees and fountain at a normal healthy growth. Flowers lifted up, blooming back into full colour once more. The blackened bark of the trees faded away and silver leaves began to grow. The fountain turned to full crystalline, sparkling as water gently flowed within. The blackness which stained the marble paths melted away and left behind beautiful gray and white patterns. The fake sky above them changed from its dark night to a bright day, filled with an orange hue, and the grass thrived, brightening to a brilliant rusted red.

A weight had been lifted. What was broken . . . could finally mend for the first time in centuries.

Alpha continued to sob against the Doctor, muttering 'I'm sorry' as he gently hushed her, stroking a hand through her hair. Eventually, her crying receded. She simply laid against him, sniffling every so often. Then, slowly, she pulled away from him, blinking in wary awe in seeing the new vibrant garden around them. A tender breeze hugged them as they sat there. The silver leaves flashed brightly as they caught the light from above, with a song coming from the trees made by the wind. Alpha took in the sight, her eyes sad as she stared at it all. Gradually, she stood up, turning to the fountain. The Doctor stood up next to her, unsure of what he should do for her next.

". . . My mother and father used to take me here," Alpha finally spoke. She swallowed, staring at the clear water splashing within the fountain. Slow tears ran down her cheeks, her eyes filled with old sorrow as she gazed on. "I can't remember anything about them. What they look like . . . or their names. What life was like with them is a blank. But . . . I remember mother's gardening . . . father's music . . . and the fountain gardens."

The Doctor watched her as she walked over to the fountain. He went over to stand beside as they both stared at the waters within. Soon, Alpha turned herself around, sitting down by the fountain. She leaned her back against the crystalline basin, folding up her legs to wrap her arms around herself. The Doctor sat himself next to her, wishing to wrap an arm around her but uncertain if she wanted him to touch her. So, they sat in comfortable, solemn silence, staring at nothing in particular.

"You used to bring your family to the gardens, too, right?" Alpha asked him quietly. The Doctor blinked, staring at her in surprise.

". . . Yes," he answered her after a bit of hesitation.

"You loved your children and grandchildren so much . . ." Alpha closed her eyes tightly as a few tears slipped through.

The Doctor swallowed heavily, turning to stare away as a mass of emotions swept through him. ". . . Yes, I did," he said through a thick voice.

Alpha slowly opened her eyes once more, looking at the Doctor. "You used to sing them a lullaby. The same I recall my mother singing to me."

Humming, the Doctor nodded. "Yes, it's a song most parents used to sing to their children on Gallifrey." He glanced at her, wondering why she brought it up. "I remember Wanda humming it every so often. Was that you? Remembering them?"

"Yes and no. It was both of us." Alpha paused, shifting and looking away shyly, as though suddenly unsure of herself. "Could . . . could you sing it to me?"

The Doctor stared at her for a moment. Her eyes were big, sad, and child-like in the way as they gazed back at him. A small hint of innocence lingered within. Tainted innocence, but still . . . such a child. It was at this realization that the Doctor knew he had gotten it wrong once again. Alpha, yes, wolf-like with the evolutionary process of her new species making her such a wild animal and unstable, but . . . this was not all the reason why she behaved in such a way during her tantrums. No . . . it was because of the fact that she was never allowed to grow up into a proper Time Lord. She was stuck, trapped in a childhood she never been able to grow out of. Alpha was just a Time Child, trapped in a Time Lord's body and mind.

The Doctor smiled gently, nodding softly and holding out an arm, inviting her to scoot closer to him. "Of course," he assured her.

Alpha hesitated for a moment, unsure if she could accept his warmth, but soon cuddled up right to him. She clung to him as tears slowly rolled down her face. Small whimpers escaped her as more sorrow slipped through her. The Doctor quietly sang to her, holding her close and rubbing a soft hand in circles on her back. The whispering silver leaves of the trees and splashing fountain waters joined in chorus to the melody. Creating lullaby just for her. After some time passed, and the Doctor had ended his song, Alpha moved away from his hold. Though she remained close, sitting right next to him. Each of them stared out towards the garden, taking in the beauty of it all.

"Thank you," Alpha whispered, grateful that he would be so kind to her.

"You're very welcome," the Doctor replied, nodding gently to her.

Alpha let out a soft sigh. "I hope you know that . . . I don't hate you."

"Oh? That's good to know." The Doctor smiled lightly. "I hope you know that I don't hate you, either."

A small smile grew on Alpha's face. "Yeah . . . I know." Then, she frowned, looking more serious. "I still don't like you, though. And . . . I think Wanda deserves better."

"Yes," the Doctor sighed, nodding in agreement, "I think so, too."

"But . . . you make her happy. And if she's happy, I can be content with that." Alpha sucked in a shaking breath. "I don't know what to do."

The Doctor turned to her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "What can I do for you, Alpha? How can I help?"

Alpha shook her head. "Ha. I'm beyond the point of help. No . . . I don't know what to do for Wanda." She looked over towards the white door; her eyes filled with such sadness. "I didn't want her to leave this world in the beginning because I didn't want her to see cruelty. I didn't want her to have friends because I didn't want her to feel the loss of their absence. And I didn't want her to fall in love with you because I didn't want her to get her hearts broken like mine had. And now . . ."

"Your fears have come true?" The Doctor had a feeling of dread seep through him as he saw Alpha's troubled expression. He wanted to push her for answers. To know what had been done to his Wanda. What could have possibly happened to make both her and Alpha so upset?

"Yes." Alpha looked as though she wished to say more, but could not bring herself to. She looked away from him, staring off once more. Her demeanour solemn as she curled in on herself, wrapping her arms around her knees pulled up to her chest. "I can't help her. I've tried . . . but I don't know how. Can . . . can you help her?"

"Of course." His face fell, staring at her in concern. "But . . . will you still let me help you?"

Alpha laughed shakily, tearing up a little. "Don't worry about me. Like I said, I'm beyond help."

"Now, don't say that. If anyone is beyond help it'd be me, trust me."

Alpha sighed. "No . . . Though I will admit . . . You have helped me in many ways today. And I thank you." She gave him a small, weak smile. "Tell you what, you help Wanda first, then you can worry about me later. Okay? But be warned, I won't be as stable as I am in here. I . . . I won't be able to control or help myself in my . . . aggressions. Please . . . don't take anything I do or say to heart. Deal?"

"Deal." They both smiled faintly, still unsure in how to live with one another in their lives, but willing to try for their Wanda.

Alpha looked over her shoulder, sighing heavily as she stared at the white door in the distance. "Go to her. She's waiting for you."

The Doctor looked over quickly, seeing the vines moving away from the white door leading to Wanda's room. He stood up immediately, wanting nothing more than to be there next to his wife. But he paused, looking back at Alpha. "Are you sure there's nothing more I can do for you?"

Alpha hesitated before finally speaking. "Just tell me . . . Do you fear me?"

"No," the Doctor answered her firmly, wholehearted in his response. "I'll admit . . . I used to be. But not anymore. I promise." He crossed his hearts, giving her a boyish smile.

Alpha laughed lightly, returning a very small smile. "Thank you, Doctor."

The Doctor's smile brightened as this was the first time she ever called him by his name. It made him feel truly hopeful that one day they could see each other as friends. Slowly, he watched as Alpha looked away and closed her eyes. As she let out a long sigh, she gradually disappeared, leaving behind a bare space of where she had once been. The Doctor stood there, unmoving, as wave upon wave of emotions mixed around within him. One which stood out the most was somber. There was a rush of running footsteps coming from the way. He looked over to see his three companions hurrying over to him.

"Doctor!" Amy called in relief.

"What happened?" River asked the Time Lord as soon as they were next to him.

"You won't believe where we ended up," Rory said, shaking his head as though their adventure had been somewhat crazy.

"Nothing bad happened," the Doctor assured his companions. "Me and Alpha just had a chat."

"Where is she?" River asked, staring around warily as though Alpha would suddenly appear and send them away once more.

"Gone. I think she's gone back into Wanda's mind," the Doctor replied, looking away to stare over at the white door. He started towards it, with his companions hurrying along after him. He reached the door, lifting a hand up to grab the doorknob. He hesitated with his fingers just brushing against the bronze knob. With eyes closed tight, he felt dread in facing whatever state Wanda was in. He would be willing to help her through anything and heal her, of course. But he remembered the time of her past coming back to haunt her. It had been . . . heart-wrenching, then. Just as he knew it would be now. Perhaps even more so. Gulping, he finally grabbed the knob and pushed.

The door creaked open, allowing the group to step into a small, quaint room. The Doctor blinked as much of it looked just like his and Wanda's room back on their TARDIS. Only much smaller, built for just one instead of two. The soft glow of the setting sun shone through the window, making the room light up almost orange. Seen in the distance from the window was the Wandering Village, seemingly so small laid down in a valley. The Doctor walked towards the lilac covered bed when seeing a moving shape underneath the blankets.

"Wanda?" he asked quietly. The shape frozen, refusing to move. The Doctor walked around the bed to the other side, crouching down to be level with the twin bed. "Wanda, I'm here. I'm here, talk to me." The covers moved, allowing him to see a red-eyed, worn Third Wanda poke her head out from beneath the blankets.

"Doctor?" she said in a hoarse voice. As the Doctor took in the sight of her, all he could think was how miserable and despondent she appeared to be. There were dark circles under her eyes, giving her an exhausted look. Her hair was a mess, looking as though it had not had a wash in a while. He reached forward, gently brushing away her limp and tousled hair from her face.

"Yes," he breathed, smiling at her in reassurance, "I'm here. I'm here now. Tell me what happened? How can I help? Are you hurt? I know you remember now . . . How can I help you?"

Wanda's lip trembled for only a second before she burst out into loud weeps, tears immediately streaming down her face. The Doctor grabbed her and pulled her into a tight hold. Shushing her as gently as he could, he rocked her in hopes of calming her down. But then, as she began to speak, he stiffened.

"Theta, I'm sorry. I-I-I'm s-s-s-o sorry," she wept. She gripped at him as though he were now her lifeline. As if any moment she might fall apart. Maybe she would. "I couldn't keep my promise. I broke my promise."

"Wanda?"

"She's gone, Doctor. There's—There was nothing left of her."

The Doctor pulled her away, holding her shoulders tightly as his world began to crumble. "W-what are you—?"

Wanda's eyes remained tight, though tears still poured down her face. "The Master—he killed her, Theta. Whatever he did to me . . . She's gone. She wasn't in me anymore. She's gone." Her arms wrapped around her stomach tightly as her body wracked through the sobs. "I'm so sorry. I let our daughter die." She continued to weep as the Doctor stared at her in pure horror and disbelief. He only faintly heard the gasps of the companions in the corner. Everything tilted as his gaze focused on the despaired Wanderer in front of him.

". . . No. No, please . . . Don't—don't say that," he began to beg her. "Don't say it's true." But her sobs told him . . . it was. Tears sprang to his eyes as he pulled Wanda into a constricted hold of dismay and desperation, break downing alongside his wife.

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. . . I have no words. I'm just too sad for the Doctor and Wanda right now. :( If you have any words you wish to share, please leave them in a review. Might help me come out of my sad bubble.

Reviewers:

Silently Resigned: Thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed it. :) Aww, thanks, I'm so glad that I wrote well. I really wanted to bring a shift in tone for the story, so I always tried to make the tone more light for everything previously. I was terribly worried it was going to be horrible. Glad it wasn't though. Welp, as we saw in this chapter, Alpha and Wanda will always be separate. Which isn't really a good thing . . . but that's spoilers for now. ;) Hope you liked the new chapter, and to see you again in the future!

4EverFallen: They really we're horrified watching it all. It's a hard thing to watch. :( I'm glad you liked it though!

normandy1701: It really does help seeing someone's backstory to see where they're coming from. Shelly and Alpha were really in love. It's so sad at what happened to them. :( Sorry I didn't mean to make you misunderstand me, I knew what you meant and that it wasn't your idea directly. I was just saying that it's a neat idea that someone had to make a comparison between the two. The more I think about it, the more I see how similar the two are. Thanks for the review, and I hope you enjoyed the new chapter! :)

All The Stories Are True 24601: I'm just so happy you enjoyed it! Agreed, poor Tina and Shelly. :( Cant wait to see what you think of the new chapter. :)

Needy Nancy: I'll try to do a nice closure. Though I will say now that we won't get full closure until part four. So I hope that's okay. Please let me know what you think of the rest of the story to come. I would love to hear your thoughts on it all. :) Take care!

SakuraRcoa: I'm so sorry that it made you cry. :( But I'm glad it was still a good read for you. I truly hope that the rest of the story is just as enjoyable. :) Thank you so much for your kind words!

Books-and-Cleverness-394: Thank you so much for taking the time to review. :) I'm just so happy knowing how much you enjoyed the story so much so far! Honestly, I just sort of came up with it when Ten talked about what would happen to a Time Lord if they ever absorbed the energy of the Time Vortex. Of them being a 'vengeful god' and all. And I thought it'd be neat to see how that would work. Then, welp, here we are now. :) I really hope that you will enjoy the rest to come! Even though I'm sorry to report, it does not look as though we will ever get to Bill. Sorry about that. But who knows, maybe that might change in the future. ;) Take care until next time!

Authora97: haha I hope that means you enjoyed it. :)

swimmjacket: I just wanna wrap up both Alpha and Wanda, too. And as we saw in this chapter, it was not actually the Doctor who put up the barriers but Alpha. She truly never wanted Wanda to remember that sort of sadness and pain. The chapter with Ten and the Master will be arriving next time. So I hope you'll like it! Oh, you have no idea how nervous and excited I was to show you all the recent chapters. But I'm just so happy that everyone seems to have enjoyed them so much. :) Until next time!

mjahappy: Glad to see you so excited. I hope that means you enjoyed it. :)

TheGirlWhoWept: They really were cute together. It's so upsetting to see what happened at the end for them. :( Sorry we got to only see Wanda briefly in this chapter. I promise there will be more of her in the next. Until next time!

Miss Amarillys Ren Harasakai: Thank you! The Doctor and Wanda met in this chapter, as we saw here. As well as his reaction. I hope you enjoyed it all!

Momochan77: Woo! Glad you enjoyed it all! How and why was actually explained in the last few chapters, with Alpha using the atoms from the barren land to reconstruct things and taking many memories and other things from the cracks in the universe. Sorry if it was not conveyed very well. If it's still not conveyed well enough just let me know whatever other questions you have and I'll be happy to answer them. :) Hope you enjoyed the new chapter, and can't wait to see you again in the next one!

Isanxd: I'm so happy that you've been enjoying the last few chapters so much. I really did want to keep things together so that way there was a stronger emotional connection. So you're absolutely right there. :) Sorry about the misunderstanding. I'm very happy that you've come to love the replies! Hope it helps bring in a sense of community to the story. :) Also hope to see you again in the future! Take care and have an amazing day!

NerdWithAPencil: The plot always thickens. ;) Their romance truly was tragic. Oh, if only they could have been together. But then again, if they had we would have never gotten Wanda and the Doctor together. *sigh* Well . . . at least everything for those two is fine. Hopefully. Anyway, hope you enjoyed the new chapter!

bored411: Yep, Wanda remembers everything. But we'll find out more on that in the next chapter. Hope you enjoyed the update! Eager to see how you'll like it. ;)

fireman12468: Glad you liked it! Hmm, well, unfortunately, we don't get to see any of the actual war here. But maybe if I ever do an outtake series of sorts I'll add some things there about Alpha and the war. ;) And thank you so much for reviewing!

Whovianeverlark17: Agreed. So much. :(

N7SpaceHamster: Oh, I know. It was so frustrating how long the site was down. I feel like there's been a lot of crashes with the site lately. Anyway, it's not as hard as you might think to keep things straight. I bet you'd be able to do it even better than me. ;) I think the blaming part is what we see with Wanda a lot. Which just shows how much Wanda is the Alpha that would have been if she had never turned into a weapon. Alpha was there the longest of all of the experiments, which was four hundred years being a weapon for the Daleks. It really was an endless cycle for all of them. Poor children. :( Tina used to slap the kids around if they were misbehaving, so really Alpha/Wanda picked it up from her. Shelly and Alpha were truly meant for each other I think. :) It's so sad what happened to them, never being able to be together in the end. *sigh* Also, yep, everything is coming together. As we saw in this chapter, Alpha did not want Wanda to get her hearts broken like she did with Shelly. Yeah, Shelly kept it away from Alpha that she was slowly dying, as we saw when she started coughing up blood. So either way, Shelly was going to die whether it be by Alpha's own hand or not. Which then made Alpha gain such a hatred for everyone and everything. That, and what the High Council did, or rather didn't, do. Now, Alpha's only goal is to rewrite the wrongs that has gone through the universe for so long. Which is doing what the universe wants her to do, be its weapon and all. I really hope that you enjoyed this chapter just as much as the last. I cannot wait to see what you thought of it and to see you again in the next time. :D Take care!

alwaystherereading: I understand your hesitation, but no worries. I'm actually much better at first person than third person. But I choose which one goes well with the tone and narrative for the story. Just as we saw with Alpha's memories. It just fit too perfectly not to do first person, which you're close it's called first person perspective or first person view in English. :) Which makes me curious, what is your native language if English is your second? I'd love to know! I like building up to backstories before just letting it all out. Don't usually like the bits and pieces style myself. So glad you liked it. :) Actually Time Lords age normally in childhood like that of a human. But once they reach about adolescence they stop aging and are considered a teenager until they reach about 200 or so. So after they get about sixteen, they stay looking like that for a while and only slowly get to about 'twenty' looking on the outside when they get about 100 years. At least, that's what it says in the research I've found. But the canon of the show is always changing as we know. Alpha is very much doing what the universe wants. At least, the dark side of the universe. It just wants the pain to stop and throws all that pain onto her. Yeah, she was mostly using the Daleks to get her revenge, though she did struggle in gaining 'freedom' from them as they could still control her with the programming they did to her. And as we saw in this chapter, Alpha and Wand will always be separate. I hope you enjoyed the new update. :) Can't wait to see what you think of it! Until next time!

deadflowerseverymorning: I'm happy that you enjoyed it. Even if it was so sad. Well . . . it's more of Alpha who went through than Wanda, but Wanda remembers it all now so . . . I suppose they'll both need help getting over it now. Nah, thank you for leaving such lovely reviews and giving such great support for the story. :) Take care!

Light: Good question! I actually identify more with First Wanda than any other. I'm just too nervous and anxious of a person not to be. haha. So glad you're enjoying the story!

Welp, that's all for now! Take care and have a fantastic day! Hugs for everyone!

~Tinker~