Doctor 10.5 and Rose find a rift in the universe and time is about to collapse. What happens when they travel back to their own universe, only to bump into a new Doctor and the Ponds? I don't own DW. If I did, Donna would still be around. I do, however, have the Doctor Who theme (series 1-2) as my ring tone, so I feel ridiculously cool whenever I get a call.

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Rose and John walked through the doors of UNIT, hand in hand. She bit her lip nervously. She hadn't seen Mickey in what felt like ages. Time went by faster on the parallel Earth, so three years to him was five for them. Had he changed? Would he help? How did he and Martha decide to get married? The thoughts flurried in her mind. They passed a row of computer monitors. John paused, a flash of the screen saver making him panic. "Bad Wolf" stared at them in bold letters. He glanced to Rose, who didn't notice. They kept going.

"Rose, Doctor!" Mickey shouted, waving.

Rose looked up, grinning and John squeezed her hand. Mickey walked over to them, smiling. He had gotten older, which was to be expected. A smattering of hair covered his face, and he looked tired. He walked with purpose, finally finding the confidence he had been lacking when he was younger. He wore a simple button down suit and black trousers, his hands in his pockets. He was always responsible, but had become even more hardworking. He attributed this to Ricky. He was no longer "Mickey the Idiot", but "Mickey Smith, Defender of Earth".

"I can't believe my eyes," he commented to his old friend. Rose hugged him tightly, taking in the differences in her friend.

"Neither can I," she said.

She pulled away slowly and Mickey and John shook hands.

"I wish we were here due to less pressing circumstances," John sighed, looking to his old companion.

"Care to fully explain what exactly has happened?" Mickey asked.

"Where's Martha?" Rose asked, "We'll explain everything to both of you at once."

"Follow me," Mickey led them up a set of stairs. Rose's boots clanged on the metal of the floor, creating a deafening noise. She noted that the others at UNIT were staring at them. John looked at her, "It's as if they've never seen a Timelord/Human," he scoffed. Rose snorted and pat his arm reassuringly.

Mickey opened a door, "Martha."

Martha Jones-Smith looked up, her serious expression immediately brightening. She wore a lab coat over her suit, her hair tied back. She looked every bit the doctor she was going to become. Thanks to her travels with the Doctor, she now analyzed and classified different species along with her duties of healing injured UNIT employees. She walked over to Rose and John, hugging each of them.

"The Doctor and Rose, together again," she grinned at the pair, motioning for them to sit down at the large table.

"So, rift in the universe. It's collapsing again, yeah?" Mickey asked.

John nodded, "If we pinpoint the center of the rift, we'd be able to do something. Anything."

"But, it was largest at Bad Wolf Bay," Rose interrupted.

"Doesn't mean that it's the center," John shrugged, digging his hands into his too-small pockets.

Mickey nodded.

"We've got your back," Martha assured them.

Torchwood. With its imposing walls and scientists running about. The Doctor and Jack sat in deep conversation, leaving Amy and Rory to their own devices.

Rory sat across from Amy, head on the table. His stomach growled loudly and Amy let out a small laugh. This whole waiting thing was getting old. Where the hell were Rose and John? She should have known that the Doctor had a long laundry list of companions and friends. It had been egotistical of her to think otherwise.

"Do you screen all of your companions to make sure that they're good looking?" Jack questioned the Doctor, winking.

"Hey, she's my wife, mate," Rory looked up at the American.

"I was winking at you," Jack smirked at Rory.

Amy snorted, "He's taken."

Suddenly, the same dark-haired man ran in, "Captain Jack, there are more people here."

"Send them in," he waved him away.

Jack jumped out of his seat, grinning like a fool, "Rosie!"

"Jack!" Rose mimicked his tone, hugging him quickly.

"Turn around, blondie. Let me get a good look at you," he instructed, noticing the differences in her appearance. Her blond hair was in a messy pony-tail, harkening back to her days with the Doctor. Her wide leg jean trousers were the same, but her trainers were replaced by boots. Her bright shirt was subdued by a leather jacket. "Nice ring," he referred to her wedding ring.

"I like it, too," she said.

"What, I don't get a hello?" John scoffed, pointing towards himself.

Jack smiled softly, clasping his hand in John's. Jack leaned in closer to him, "You're still better looking than big ears and this one."

John laughed before Jack turned to Martha and Mickey, greeting them warmly. Mickey looked to the man in a bow tie, brow raised.

"I've regenerated," he stated plainly, "and these are my companions, Amy and Rory."

"My head's gonna hurt a lot, calling you both Doctor," Mickey said, glancing between them.

"Call me John," John offered. Mickey nodded. It was always his human alias. Fitting.

"Doctor," Jack said, "Looks like we're surrounded by married couples. How 'bout we join them?" he joked.

The Doctor shook his head while John and Rose laughed quietly, nearly snickering.

"Right," Martha said, looking around the now-crowded room, "let's begin, shall we?"

The Doctor looked around the control room, hearts beating a little faster than usual. All of his current companions (minus the sorely missed Donna Noble) were running about or analyzing data on the large computer screen. Martha was explaining that a black hole could suck them in faster than a rift to Amy. Rose had Rory scanning more information as she typed quickly, yelling across the room. John had popped back into his TARDIS moments ago, only to come back with a stack of books on rifts and different creatures who could cause such a thing. Rose had followed him to drag him out of the vast library, but she had somehow missed him. Rose re-entered the room minutes afterwards, looking distressed. Mickey joined John in pouring through the books. Jack was barking orders at his crew, pacing around.

"Hold up, Daleks?" Mickey asked, eyes narrowing.

"Oh, bloody hell," Jack rolled his eyes.

"Would they make the same mistake twice?" Martha asked. She peered over Mickey's shoulder.

"No, too obvious," John waved it off.

The group went back to work. Of course, his old companions still saw John as the Doctor. They weren't used to him this way, but it didn't mean it didn't hurt. It hurt, quite a lot. As he looked to Martha who was back to prepping Amy, the Doctor suddenly realised that one day, the Ponds would leave him, too. They deserved to have a normal life and a family. His other companions seemed to have done just that. He looked back at the assmebled friends, a pang of jealousy hitting him as Rose slumped into a seat next to John, resting her head on his shoulder. His arm automatically wrapped around her reassuringly, and he dropped a kiss to her cheek. She looked unusually subdued.

Minutes earlier, Rose groaned upon seeing her husband rush out. She knew he would take ages in the library. She got up from her seat with a few simple instructions for Rory to continue her work. She walked towards their TARDIS, stopping short. BAD WOLF had been written over the door in paint. She touched it. It was still moist. There was no possible way she could have done this. She had been in the control room the entire time. She opened the door cautiously.

"Doctor?" she squeaked, "John? Where are you?"

She walked into the console room. There was nothing out of the ordinary. She moved further into the TARDIS. She felt a rush of air behind her. She whipped around to see everything in proper order. Goosebumps ran up her arms. She trekked towards her room, just in case he had been lulled there. The door was ajar and she peered in. Inside, was her, dropping a paper on the bed. Before Rose could say anything, she hit her metal belt, disappearing into thin air. Rose entered the room, picking up the paper.

Bad Wolf. Be Careful. Future in your hands.

Rose read the eight words over and over again. What in the hell was going on? She pocketed the note, slipping into the console room. Below the console, glowing particles of light floated towards her.

"No!" Rose ran towards the door. She shook, pounding the locked door, "Let me out!"

She barrelled out of the door, running to the control room of Torchwood.

Wilfred Mott stared at his lifeless granddaughter. His heart ached to see her with tubes sticking out every which way. Her pale face was whiter than the sober walls of the hospital. Even unconcious, the pain she was in was evident in her face. The doctor had explained that the nerves in her brain were on over-drive, too much for a human brain to take. A scan showed areas of bright spots, spotted around her brain. Too much knowledge for a human.

"Where are you, Doctor?" Wilf asked the empty room.

Bad Wolf, the girl whispered. She knew this feeling. She was going to die. Why did it feel as if it had happened before?

The Doctor flipped through a few pages.

"Hello, Sweetie," River strode through the room, her curls flying behind her, "I seem not to have gotten the memo."

"River," the Doctor nodded.

"Need any help?" she asked.

"River?" John gaped at her. Rose looked between the two.

"Oh, hello," she looked at John.

"But, the library, Donna, you," he sputtered.

River smiled softly, "Spoilers," she lifted her finger to her mouth.

"Jack, a transmission from the Ood," Mickey interrupted.

The Doctor and Jack looked up at the screen. The Ood stood in their regular formation, with Ood Sigma front and centre. He held the glowing orb in front of him.

"Your song has ended, but the story goes," he looked between John and the Doctor, "we warn you. Four knocks will come again. Doctor Donna. The future is written. She sees the whole of time and space and creates herself-" the transmission faded away, leaving a blank screen.

"They weren't done!" the Doctor ran a hand through his hair. What did Donna have to do with any of this? Four knocks, he thought. Wilf!

Amy took Rory's hand, watching as John and the Doctor stared at Rose.

Rose's shoulders shook and she closed her eyes. John clutched her arms, making her face him. Her eyes were still closed.

"Rose, look at me!" John pleaded. She shook her head.

"Rose Marion Tyler-Smith, look at me," he repeated. The room was still and silent. Martha had buried her head in Mickey's chest, not wanting to look. Jack looked on breathless, while the Doctor wanted nothing more than to kiss her and make it all go away.

She opened her eyes, brown replaced by an amber-gold glow.

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