After the Running
Missing Scene #5
Title: My Bad Wolf Girl
Episode: Immediately after the fiftieth anniversary episode "Day of the Doctor"
Main Characters: Eleventh Doctor/Bad Wolf (The Moment/Rose Tyler)
Summary: After the events of the 50th Anniversary "Day of the Doctor", the Doctor remembers her. And he needs to see her, just one last time. The Moment grants that wish. Canon, but in TWO VERSIONS
A/N: Why are so many people concerned with Ten seeing Rose? His story is finished, we know where he's going and that he sees Rose right before he dies. Eleven knew where Ten was going and that he'd make it out okay. But Eleven has no idea where he's going and when I wrote this, neither did any of us. He was heading to Trenzalore and possibly his grave. In my opinion he's the one that needs to see Rose, to have a little bit of hope to give him strength before he dies. Now of course, all the stories in After the Running are canon, meaning the outcome won't change what happened in the show, but version two is more...shippy. You'll find out what I mean. :) P.S. Even though the War Doctor has his own number, I'm still referring to the Ninth and Tenth Doctors as such.
Version One: Canon
The Doctor sighed as he reentered his TARDIS. Clara had already gone to bed, sensing his need for more alone time. He ran a hand over his face, waiting for the moment that always came after a day like this. He gasped suddenly as pain shot through his head. His fingers gripped the console tightly as memories from his last self came rushing in.
"Liz, will you marry me?"
"I don't know where he gets that from."
"I'm sorry, did you say Bad Wolf?"
A gasp escaped from his mouth as the even younger Doctor's experiences flooded his mind.
"You're me? Both of you?"
"Timey-wimey?"
"Oh my Bad Wolf girl, I could kiss you!"
"Don't worry, that's gonna 'appen."
Bad Wolf! His Rose!
...No wait...not his Rose. She was a manifest of The Moment's interface, chosen specially for him. Oh and how she had chosen right, especially in that time of his life. He hadn't known it then but that was the face that would help him through his next two lives. She was the last human face his Ninth and Tenth forms saw before they burst into light. She had saved him more times than he could count, and he could count pretty high.
It warmed his hearts, just like he had seen her now, with this body. The Interface had helped him, guided him, shown him how to save his planet, his people.
The Doctor felt a nudging in the back of his head to turn around. He did so and saw exactly what he was expecting.
There she was, the Interface, looking like Rose, smiling sadly. The Doctor knew she had done this now to give him comfort, even if it wasn't really his Rose. She knew he needed the reassurance of seeing her face again to go on with the enormous task she had given him. She also knew that before he began that part of his journey, he must first have the strength to face his death at Trenzalore. Because he needed all the strength he could get. He'd had this body for hundreds of years and the Fall of the Eleventh could possibly shatter him for good.
He smiled back and raised a hand to wave at her. Her smile grew as she waved in reply, before fading into nothing.
The Doctor's smile slipped slightly after she had left. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, something he hadn't been prone to do since his last life. After he lowered his hand the grin was plastered back into place, not just as a facade but as a lifeline. He threw a lever on the TARDIS. Soon it would be time to find his home.
Version Two - The "Wishful Thinking" Version (How I would have written it/also canon/not reunion)
The Doctor felt a nudging in the back of his head that he should turn around. He did so and was surprised by what, or rather who he saw standing right behind him.
He was expecting the Interface of the Moment to be standing there, looking exactly as he had seen her back before his Ninth life. What he saw instead was the Bad Wolf he had seen in his Ninth life, when she had saved him with the Time Vortex running through her head, complete with pink Phunky Fish sweater.
"It's you, isn't it?" He whispered, reaching out to brush a strand of hair out of her glowing eyes. She looked so young, and yet so old. The Doctor knew instinctively that she was on her way to save him from the Daleks on the Game Station. "You were the Moment." At this she shook her head.
"I gave her my face and my powers. But I was the one who brought you all together."
"You saved Gallifrey. You saved me. You never stop saving me."
"I want you safe. My Doctor." The Doctor smiled at that. She knew everything. She knew she was quoting what she'd say to his younger self in only a few minutes. And suddenly he was filled with an intense feeling of longing. This would probably be the last time he would ever see his darling, beautiful Rose again.
But...what if he could save her? Keep her here with him? He'd gladly give up this life and draw the vortex out of her. Then she wouldn't have to go back and she could be with him again.
No. Then his past self would be killed permanently by the Daleks, and besides, the Fall of the Eleventh was destined to end at Trenzalore, not in the arms of one of the few women he ever truly loved. The reapers would have a field day with that one.
No, he had to let her go. He'd never wanted something...someone so badly in his life. "But if I love, I mean, truly love her, I have to let her go." To preserve the timelines, to save his past self and in turn, save Rose's, he'd have to let go.
As if sensing the conflicting thoughts in his head, the Bad Wolf looked up at him, the light in her eyes fading nearly completely. The Doctor knew she was blocking her powers from being drawn out by his kiss.
"Thanks." He whispered as he leaned over her. As his lips brushed over hers, the Doctor finally gave in to the rush of passion that had filled his soul since the moment he had seen her 'as' the Moment.
"Oh my Bad Wolf girl, I could kiss you!"
And kiss her he did. With everything in his being. It wasn't just a kiss, it was a release of all the pain, the love he'd held in his hearts for so long. She didn't hesitate to kiss him back, throwing her arms around his neck to draw him as close to her body as possible.
The Doctor couldn't really tell before, the last few kisses had a few different things in the way, but now he knew: Rose Tyler tasted like Heaven. The way her lips fit in perfectly with his, the way her tongue danced in his mouth, the way her fingers fiddled with the hair at the nape of his neck...the Doctor had never felt more complete yet so incomplete in his 1,000+ years of living. She wouldn't remember any of this after the Bad Wolf was taken out of her, but the Doctor would never forget this day as long as he lived, whether he survived Trenzalore or not.
"I love you," he whispered as he pulled away slightly.
"Quite right too." She replied and the Doctor closed his eyes, clearly in pain.
And when he opened them, she was gone.