Author's Note: Thanks to my readers and reviewers. You're the ones who made all this possible...*tears up*:) Really though, thanks. You should know that I've been working on this, as well as the last few chapters, for a while. So I can't guarantee how past I can update. I will say, however, that I am completely obsessed with this fandom as of late and will update as soon as possible.

P.S. - So, what did you think of the "The Next Doctor?"

"All is flux; nothing stays still." - Heraclitus

She decided, upon opening the door that led to another time and place on that old blue and green planet, that she was either quite brilliant, or most probably the big, alien dunce she'd been told she was by one too many companions.

It wasn't a bad day to land, all things considered. She could smell the fresh air of a time long past yet so very present, the grass and pine and everything that brought her senses to feel the nature around her. The air was definitely crisp, and she could feel the wind hit her face as she breathed it deeply in. She wrapped her arms around herself, despite not being as easily effected by the weather as a human, taking notice of the leather encasing her arms.

The Bad Wolf idly fingered her leather clad arm and remembered finding the old beaten jacket not long upon entering the wardrobe. She hadn't even looked into a mirror yet, whether out of fear or just stubbornness she couldn't yet decipher. This form was still new to her and she hadn't quite gotten a handle on her new personality. Though she thought it was most likely the latter, from what she could tell of the way she'd deftly searched for something to cover up with so she wouldn't seem too out of place with the citizens trying to keep warm, stomping around her ship with a bit of arrogance.

Huh, so she was arrogant now. That might work. Yes, the last Time Lord, arrogant as they come. She should be. Yes, she could definitely do arrogant. Still, she thought maybe she'd be more than a little apprehensive no matter what the personality she'd ended up with. At this point, she thinks she might just crumple down and submit to more hopeless drowning of her grief if she takes the time to see what the events of her regeneration have brought her.

It was pure luck, really, finding that jacket hanging only in the first floor of the wardrobe. Well, if having been laid out on an armchair in plain sight could be considered as hanging up. Or luck, for that matter. It had appeared to be just waiting for her, and it had caused the corners of her lips to quirk up at the thought of how far the TARDIS had been going to make things easier.

She could be completely stubborn, her ship - much like herself. Some days she was lucky if the TARDIS decided to even land them correctly (because regardless of whether she'd passed the test, she knew it couldn't be her piloting all the time). On other days scouring the wardrobe was like a game of hide-and-seek in which she couldn't find anything where she knew she left it. She had always had somewhat of a thing for dressing up, and changing bodies never changed that before. But today had definitely not been the day for games, not so soon after…well, after.

So shhe'd grabbed the worn coat and threw it over her shoulders as she bounded out of the blue double doors. Turning towards the ship in question, she couldn't help bringing a hand up and patting the side gently.

Grieving or not, nothing would stop her from being that stubborn ship she was. Years ago, that chameleon circuit had gone haywire, and she hadn't hesitated to putting her mechanics to work. And yet, no matter how hard or how many times she tried to fix it, the TARDIS always reverted it back to that old shape again, 'Police Public Call Box' declaring itself to the world…well, worlds, to be exact.

But she didn't mind, not really. In fact, she'd actually grown to be more than a little fond of the form it insisted on taking. It never ceased to amuse her how oblivious those apes could be when they put their mind to it, as no matter how many times they must have seen a big blue box in the middle of wherever she'd landed, it was rare that anyone even commented.

Well, there was certainly no point in prattling on inside her own mind when she should be doing the same to others with her own amazing gusto, was there?

There was a new alien threat about to make itself known to the inhabitants of this quaint, little town and it was once again up to her to stop it from harming any humans that could be…you know, harmed . That is, if they were harming anyone. You never knew; this could be one of those good days, where all the threatening alien wants is some easily obtained mineral or what have you and thought the humans would just attack on site if they asked nicely.

It could happen. Wouldn't be that unlikely, she thought a little snidely. Sometimes humans just didn't change a bit. She really, really hoped this didn't end in disaster. Or not. Maybe this was just the death she was meant to have, but the TARDIS just wanted to delay it a bit.

She snorted. She should be so lucky.

All she really knew above everything else was that she was throwing herself headfirst into this, for better or for worse. Maybe she'd regret that later- no, scratch that- she knew she was going to regret this later, but what else could she really do? That's right, nothing. Not unless curling up in your big, comfy bed eating Ben and Jerry's Brownie Batter Ice Cream and watching Gone with the Wind like some teenaged girl that just got her heart broken counted as something.

What? Human females, no matter what the rest of the galaxy thought, did in fact know the cure to everything. Now, if she could just multiply all of that 10x and restore the universe to the way it was, maybe she'd be all right again.

Stop it, the Bad Wolf commanded herself, but stopped mid-thought. No, not Bad Wolf. Not today at least. All right, so it was back to the basics. Jane. Jane Smith. Her nose scrunched up at that. Was that really the best she could do? After all this time, she still could never get herself to be more creative than a name that's used for unidentified people. Whatever. With her people, being creative was like one of the seven deadly sins. Well, maybe not that bad. And she was thinking about them again. So. That was her name for the time being. Just the thought of it made her snort. Again, with the amazing detection skills of humans.

This was not the year to be the Bad Wolf. It was the eleventh of November, 1913, in the town of Farringham, England. She would most definitely not be fitting in by throwing out any bizarre titles in anyone's face. Thinking of the date once more, it brought her to her original point; she really had to be an idiot. Oh yes, the year before the Great War was exactly the place she needed to be. The calm before the oncoming storm, it was. Maybe being in a place that she knew was still in some sort of peace before all hell broke loose would give her some sore of insight. Or maybe it would cause all sanity to fly out the proverbial window. Who could tell.

Though she'd bet money on the aforementioned 'big, alien dunce' thing.

Taking in the scenery of the expansive green fields she'd landed in, she heaved a small sigh and thought about what exactly had brought her to this place, and why she hadn't simply played with the coordinates until she found a more fitting landing for herself.

She grunted at the thought, shivering a little, more from her straying mind than the cold, what with her lower body temperature. A frown crossed her face as something came to mind. Glancing down, she couldn't help but notice her own casual attire. Dark jeans and worn out boots on her feet, that old leather jacket covering a slightly-too-big-yet-still-a-little-form-fitting maroon jumper.

She turned to the TARDIS with a wrinkled nose and narrowed her eyes. "You've already thought of this, haven't you?"

A gentle nudge in her mind was the only response.

"You're going to make this difficult, aren't you." A statement this time, not a question. Though she knew her ship had no such features, she got the distinct impression in her mind of a parent giving her what earth children would refer to as "the look."

She glared at her ship. Then the look dropped and she sighed in defeat, cursing a little to the air.

"Right. No more coddling." She nodded, if only for herself, in agreement. If a rather begrudging agreement. "Fine then. But if I'm stuck playing find-the-mysteriously-missing-shoes again, all bets are off and I'm stopping at a planet with nothing but Baskin Robbins and calling it a day. Or several."

This time she received no response.

Random Quote Time!

Saw this on some stories, and since I'm always a fan of witty (and sometimes meaningful) quotes, I thought I'd share some of my favorites!

"I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that I don't know the answer." - Douglas Adams