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.

The Bad Wolf

Her eyes glowed and John clutched on tighter to her arms, shaking her. His single heart beat rapidly in his chest, the anxiousness and fear growing. They had been living comfortable, relatively safe lives at home. He had gotten too used to the security, to the domestic. Now his wife was being possessed (again) and he refused to let her go. Images of Rose letting go of the lever at Canary Wharf infiltrated his mind. He narrowed his eyes at her, hoping she could find the strength to shake the Bad Wolf. She was clever and strong, she had to survive.

"Let her go!" he nearly growled. He wasn't going to lose her again, he refused.

"I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself," Rose's voice boomed, echoing menacingly. Sound bounced off of the confines of the room, startling everyone in it.

"No, you're Rose, my wife," John insisted, sounding almost manic. His eyes were larger than saucers, and for a moment he felt as if he'd have a heart attack.

The Bad Wolf let out a hollow, defeaning laugh. Her eyes narrowed at him. Her feet floated a few inches off the ground, reaching eye level with John. He stared into her eyes and could see the scared, lost Rose staring back at him from behind the Wolf.

"Rose, love, don't let her control you. You're Rose Marion Tyler. Your mum's Jackie, your dad is Pete. You have a little brother named Tony," John began to state facts about her life.

The Doctor reached to touch her shoulder, and she tensed. He recoiled, feeling as if she had burned his hand.

"I sent a message to lead myself here," she repeated the words she had so long ago. The words from when he wore a leather jacket and had bright blue eyes. Words from when they were escaping Satellite 5.

"What's going on?" Amy looked at them, eyes wide. She clutched Rory's hand. He looked at her with the same startled expression. Martha had crossed her arms over her chest, shivering. Mickey's arm was wrapped around her. He looked at his childhood friend, nervous. The Doctor had moved to stand next to River, who was next to Jack.

"C'mon Rose," the Captain mumbled.

"Donna Noble," the Bad Wolf let out, "Find her."

"You are Rose Marion Tyler-Smith, you work at Torchwood. We have a tiny flat. I nearly blew up the kitchen trying to cook. I love you. Not Sarah Jane, not Reinette, you. The universe tried to keep us apart but it didn't work," John kept at his memories, hoping to spark Rose's. He was growing desperate. He moved to kiss her, to absorb the Bad Wolf as he had already done once before. "You can't just go swanning off," he repeated a phrase she had told him during their first meeting.

The glow in her eyes dulled, and she looked up at John. She jerked back, not wanting the kiss out of the fear that it would harm him.

"This is me, swanning off. See ya," she whispered his reply from what felt like ages ago.

She fell into his arms, eyes closed. John fell to the ground, cradling her in his arms.

"Rose, Rose," John ran his hands through her hair. He looked panicked, scared.

"Take her to the med-bay in the TARDIS," the Doctor said quickly.

John picked Rose up, carrying her. He ran as fast as he could with her in his arms. He reached their TARDIS and stood, gaping.

The assembled group walked towards the TARDIS, staring at the "BAD WOLF" scrawled across the doors.

Rose lay down on the make-shift bed, unmoving. John held her hand, not daring to leave her side. Her hand was cold and limp in his. The Doctor paced back and forth. Amy and Rory looked on in worry. Martha brought in a tray of tea from the kitchen, passing it around to everyone in an attempt to calm them.

"The particles left her when I kissed her," John muttured, "it's impossible that she's the Bad Wolf."

"Don't you dare kiss her. You'll die this time," Jack said warily.

"I don't care. As long as she's okay," John scowled.

"What good will her life be if you're dead?" River asked, arms crossed.

John looked up at her, glaring, "Who are you, River?"

River smiled softly, shaking her head, "Spoilers."

The Doctor narrowed his eyes at her, wanting to know the response to that particular question.

"Think. When she went to get you, would she have enough time to do this?" Mickey asked. No, he thought. Rose wouldn't 'ave. She couldn't. She came back looking scared. She probably saw it but had no time to tell anyone.

"No. The paint's older than when she left," the Doctor waved him off, not letting John answer.

"There's something in her pocket," Martha pointed at the small white sliver poking out of her pocket.

John took out the note, reading it.

"Her handwriting," he said with a frown.

He licked the paper, grimacing.

"This is paper from 2013. Our world, not this world," he informed them.

River unconciously touched the transporter belt around her waist. The Doctor and John both trailed their gazes to her.

"We have those at Torchwood. She easily could've gotten one," John admitted.

"But not this Rose, a future Rose?" Rory asked.

John nodded.

"But what about Donna? And four knocks?" Amy asked, trying to make sense of the mess they have been thrown into.

John shrugged, having no bloody clue what that was all about. The Doctor ran a hand through his long hair, frowning.

"The Ood told me that four knocks will end my time in my tenth regeneration. Wilf, Donna's grandad, knocked four times when he was stuck inside a chamber. I got exposed to some radiation, and here I am. After visits to Jack and Rose, of course," the Doctor said, adding the last part sheepishly.

"New Years?" John asked. Rose had mentioned it earlier.

The Doctor nodded.

"I knew you sent Alonso my way," Jack grinned.

The Doctor rolled her eyes and Amy scoffed.

"That still doesn't explain anything!" the red head screeched.

John remained silent for several moments, tightening the grip on Rose's hand.

"Wilf must know where Donna is. We need to find her," John looked up at the group.

"She doesn't remember," the Doctor sighed.

"She will," came the soft murmur from Rose. Her eyes were half lidded, and she sounded as though all of her energy had been spent.

"What d'you mean?" John asked softly.

"I have the Bad Wolf's power, right?"

John nodded in the affirmitave. He ran his thumb over her cheek carefully.

"Then I can restore her memory without hurting her. It's worth a shot," she tried to sit up.

"No," John said immediately, "you can't go on with the Bad Wolf in you. You'll die."

You wither up, and you die. Imagine watching that happen to someone you-. He couldn't finish it then, but he could now. Imagine that happening to someone you love. His words from years ago came to mind and he stared at Rose, glassy eyed.

"If I die, then I've had a hell of an adventure," Rose cracked a small smile.

"No," John shook his head, "I've lost you too many times."

Rose looked back with teary eyes. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. The Doctor tore his gaze away from the pair, leading the rest of the group to the console room to give the couple some privacy.

"I think Jackie was right. We do just go looking for trouble," John cracked a pained grin.

Rose smiled, "Trouble's just the in-between bits."

"And it's going to be," John grinned, "Fantastic."

"So, we're going to try it, yeah?" she asked hopefully.

John nodded, enveloping her into another hug. He kissed her cheek and looked at her.

"Ready to save the world?" he asked.

"Always."

Mickey had entered the name 'Wilfred Mott' into the database, searching for his phone number. Martha sat close to him, rubbing her temples. Jack stood near the hallway, waiting for Rose and John. Amy and Rory felt useless and completely out-of-the loop. River and the Doctor spoke quietly.

"What are you doing here?" the Doctor asked her.

"I'm here to help," she said, "I know you still love her," she added sadly.

"I always will," he was surprised how easily he admitted it. Maybe John's talkative nature was rubbing off on him.

She looked down at the ground, sudddenly interested in her shoes. She looked up and gave him a bright smile. She left his side, leaving the Doctor to dive into his thoughts and memories. It hurt so much to see her in pain. It wasn't him she turned to, but to John. He stared at the console, recalling a time when Sarah Jane had commented that the TARDIS looked different. "I like it" Rose had interjected. Now, it was Rose who commented on the differences in the TARDIS. John licked it, for good measure. He closed his eyes and tried to pretend he was still in that body. He was quite fond of it, after all. Taller, more imposing. Terrible eyesight. Slightly bird-like, if he were honest. Long coats with pockets of knicknacks. Rose's hand firmly in his as they ran. He opened his eyes to see Martha give him a sad smile. Oh, how terrible had he been to Martha? Always comparing her to Rose was awful of him. He should have apologised many times by now, but he couldn't find the right words. Nevertheless, Martha flourished after leaving him. She had a tremendous career and a family.

A family. They had all formed families. Even Jack with his womanising (and manising) ways was surrounded by people who cared about him. The Doctor had a family once. He was a husband, a dad, and a grandfather to boot. And it all went away as fast as it came.

John and Rose walked into the room, Rose leaning on him for support. Her energy had been spent and she felt too weak to walk.

"Who could be behind all of this?" Rory asked.

"Daleks," John said.

"Cybermen," Rose said at the same time.

They sent each other a playful glare and the Doctor felt sick to his stomach.

"Maybe they're working together?" Amy suggested. Jack tilted his head to the side, considering it.

"They've tried that once," Rose drawled.

John nearly doubled over in laughter, "Not a war, pest control!"

Rose chuckled. Yes, that's what the Dalek said to the Cyberman. Hell, that sounded like a bad joke akin to "what did the _ say to the _?"

"How can you joke about that day?" the Doctor looked at them, disgusted.

Rose and John sobered, looking at him. Rose bit her lip.

"Because if we can't joke about it, then we're doomed to be depressed forever. It was the day I died, Doctor," Rose said quietly, relaxing into John's hold, "but like you said, I'm alive."

"Why dwell in the past?" John asked.

"Oh, shove off. We're the same person! I know what you were thinking, miserable and alone. I know what a downright manic-depressive state we were both in," the Doctor bit back.

"I was in one. You're in it now," John tried to reply as calmly as he could. All he needed was Rose to be happy. He felt a pang of guilt as he realised the Doctor probably needed her, too.

"Hate to interrupt this Doctor vs. Doctor match, but I've found Wilf's number," Mickey informed them.

I'd like to thank everyone who has reviewed and added the story to their alerts and favorites. Please review, I like feedback. I keep writing "Doctor" in reference to John, but I'm getting better at stopping myself. If it looks like David Tennant, talks like David Tennant, then it's the Doctor.

Does anyone else want a happy 10.5/Rose meet 11 episode in Series 6? I sure do. It'd be fantastic.