A/N:-Writer's block sucks. Tis either that, or I've taken a trip to 7 Lazy Boulevard, Lazyville, Lazychester, Lazyania. Never believe me when I say a "few" chapters.

MOOMOO COW!

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Martha gripped the Other Doctor's arms firmly, temporarily shifting her concern to him. He sat up, wheezing and gasping for breath.

"I thought you were gonna die!" she shouted, not releasing his arm, even when he'd stopped hyperventilating. Martha calmed down, and just stared disbelievingly at the now conscious man in front of her. "I don't know how you're even alive. Your whole body was on fire. You heart, it was beating faster than it--"

The Other Doctor cut her off, "Backfire of the mind's electromagnetic, mental wavelength, when charged by a telepathic transmits of a current of one hundred and fifty-seven point six-seven-five amperes, causing a temperamental break down in the brain. Sending a sudden reaction for a whole bodily shut-down of all functioning systems," a sudden shut-down of all bodily system." He paused, as he received odd glances. "Happens to the best of us."

Martha shook her head. "You are exactly like 'im. If you're like this now… Oh, I can't even begin to imagine what it'd be like to leave you two in a room full of machinery!"

All attention was suddenly redirected back at Rose, for a moment, or at least… whatever it was that was inside her. As soon as the woman's eyes had diluted into a wispy gold, Gwen's hand had instinctively slithered down to the holster tucked into her belt, reaching for the slick, black weapon.

"You won't be needing that," a voice stated quietly. Gwen jumped, to find the blue-pinstriped Doctor looking at her. "She's not dangerous."

"But--"

The man just stared her, and succinctly raised an eyebrow. Gwen blushed, and removed her hand from her gun holster. "Thank you," the Other Doctor whispered.

"Sorry. Habit," she murmured and added, "Torchwood doesn't help."

"Torchwood and their guns," he muttered, almost tutting.

Ianto coughed quietly at them, sliding his eyes to the Doctor and golden-eyed Rose. All eyes were, soon enough, fixated on the two again.

"What do you mean you're the Bad Wolf?" he asked, eyebrows knitted together. Frowning in concern, the original Doctor had slowly risen to his feet, edging forward on each word that he spoke.

"I am the Bad Wolf," she repeated, in her echoing cool tone.

Her head was tilted uncannily to one side, and the (dare he say it) creepy smile that tipped the corners of her mouth upwards sent a shiver down the Doctor's spine. But the Doctor couldn't intake her choice of words.

It couldn't be true. He, himself, in his ninth incarnation had taken the Vortex out of her completely. That was why he regenerated. If the Vortex was taken out of Rose, then the Bad Wolf went with it. Unless… No. He dismissed the thought quickly. If there was anything at all that he'd had missed, the TARDIS would've told him – the Doctor was certain of it. His own ship wouldn't choose to ignore things, and not notify him about things as important as this. But, what if the TARDIS didn't know? What if the TARDIS couldn't detect anything? What if the TARDIS was oblivious to everything and--?

The Doctor sighed. More highly unreasonably irrational theories. But then, just who and what was this being speaking to him? 'Cos judging by well… everything, this wasn't Rose, at least this wasn't Rose talking.

"Hate to break it to you, but you can't be," the Doctor uttered matter-of-factly, digging his hands into his pockets. He looked questioningly at the hunched figure of Rose. "I took the Vortex out of you, out of Rose, on the Gamestation. I was still in my ninth incarnation, but that was why I regenerated into this body – not too bad if I say so myself. If, even the slightest bit of the Vortex is in Rose's head, don't you think I would've noticed? Or at least the TARDIS? I'll ask you again, who and what are you? And what are you doing in Rose's body?"

"I am the Bad Wolf," she recurred, eyes positively glowing with light. The Doctor took a step closer and opened his mouth to speak, but the "Bad Wolf", though the Doctor very much doubted, silenced him with a gesture of hands. "Yes, you are correct, as always Time Lord, you did take the Vortex out of my Rose. I amt he Bad Wolf, and I am her Protector."

The Other Doctor rolled his eyes irritably and wriggled off the bed, saying, "So you keep saying. Now, stop betting around the bush, Wolfie, and just get to the point!"

Seven, no eight, pairs of eyes gazed at him musingly. The brown pinstriped Doctor raised an eyebrow.

The blue suited Doctor spluttered out, "What? I can't help it, if I've still got an essence of Donna, in me," Some confused, some sceptical looks. "Two-way biological Metacrisis?" The room broke out into "oh"s and "of course"s. "As I was saying…"

"You, Doctor, took the Vortexout of Rose. You, however, did not take the Bad Wolf." The Doctor's jaw dropped open. "The Bad Wolf is a separate being, from the Vortex. The two were only together by chance. Bad Wolf is a part of Rose Tyler's soul. She, I, remained dormant, until the time came again, when I was needed once more."

This time, the original Doctor decided to speak out, "But, that doesn't make any sense! When Rose took in the power of the Vortex that gave her the power of the Bad Wolf. That's how she drove the TARDIS… and saved me."

"You misunderstand, Lord of Time. Maybe you are not as wise as Legend says."

"But—You-- If— I—" The Doctor searched his mind for the correct words, but when failed, changed the subject. "What do you mean, exactly: you were needed?"

"The Tyler child had fallen too deep into the folds of this Universe, and her body was too vulnerable. Her allergy to the Universe had worsened, as Time went by, and Death was ever nearer to her doorstep. One year ago, Death threatened to remove her from this world. The Child of the Wolf was at the end of her string; so many close calls had saved her before, but there was nothing and nobody else to catch her, if she fell anymore."

"So you saved her?" Martha asked, softly.

The "Bad Wolf" shone and stared at Martha intently. "Yes, child. I saved her - if not locked her in unconsciousness, where Death could not claim her. If I had not taken action, at the time of her fall in the bathroom, yes, Rose Tyler should be lying in her grave now and knocking her one-year anniversary."

Gwen, Martha, and Ianto shivered, whilst the brown-pinstriped Doctor held a pained, forbidding expression on his face and the blue-pinstriped Doctor maintained a stern stare.

"Was that you too, then? Wiping her memory, when she woke up? No, that doesn't even describe it. Wiping her entire mind, until she should to be brain dead?"

"Wait a minute. Mind?" the Doctor queried, the Metacrisis. "I thought it was just her memory."

The Metacrisis Doctor kept a trained eye on the "Bad Wolf", but directed his words at the Doctor. "That's what I thought. At first. But then, I went into her mind. I thought I'd give it a go, and retrieve her. I could enter her mind, look in the right places, and bring back the memories. 'Cos face it; amnesia? Easy!"

"But, of course!" the Doctor cried, with a grin, and gleam in his eyes.

"It wasn't that easy. When I entered her mind, everything was fine, but I started searching," he explained.

"What did you find?"

A grim expression fell onto his face.

"Nothing."

The Doctor eyed him for a moment, in confusion.

"There was literally nothing, in her mind. It was empty, empty as a shell. No knowledge at all, in head. I don't know how Rose did it. She should've been brain dead. Just dead," the Metacrisis Doctor continued. "But there she was; living, and talking, and walking, and moving. Doing all the things the impossible things, and confusing the living daylight out of me. It was impossible! How could somebody with a mind so empty, and lacking all knowledge--"

"But still know so much," the Doctor finished.

The Metacrisis Doctor followed on to elucidate the facts as he saw them, starting from the vision of a Wolf in Rose's mind to the cause for his temporary unconsciousness.

"…and that," the Doctor concluded, "brings it back to you." He turned his head to the still-as-ever, hunched figure of Rose Tyler, aka Bad Wolf, and captured her gaze. "Say I believe you. What's the excuse this time?"

"The Bad Wolf does not lie. She only speaks the truth. She protects." But the "Bad Wolf's" glare suddenly grew fierce, and passive, as she continued, "One year I allowed the Tyler child to sleep. One year to protect her from the Universe."

"You coulda just let her be," Gwen reasoned, voicing up for the first time. "Rose had to wake up sometime! And then, when she did, she would be flipping brilliant an' her memories would be fine."

The Bad Wolf ignored her. "But one year, and I saw the family and friends and co-workers visit; come and go; pray for her health; beg her to wake up. The never-ending stream of emotions, and human sentiment… She was alive, but sleeping, balancing between life and death. Yet, they were still not satisfied. They wanted her to be alive, and thus, Rose Tyler was alive, but they wanted more. What more could a being like me do? If I woke her up, her mind and body and soul would continue to deteriorate even more, driving her to her death anyway. But, if I kept her safe and sleeping, nobody would ever be at peace."

Both Doctors suddenly felt empathy and understanding for this strange, mystical entity. They now understood why what was done, was done.

"So you wiped her mind clean, opting for what you thought was best," the Doctor said, after a small silence.

"The closest you could get," the Metacrisis Doctor filled in.

"Which is absolutely brilliant and ingenious of you!" the two Doctor yelled simultaneously, and excitedly. They stared at each other, baffled and stunned, while peels of giggles broke out momentarily, behind them.

"It was completely bullet-proof!" the Metacrisis Doctor exclaimed.

"We-ell… So you thought!" the Doctor inputted quickly, and scratched the infamous spot at the nape of his neck. "If it all didn't turn out so horribly wrong, and backfire on you, of course."

"It had to be a mind reset: wiping all memory and knowledge and decision," the Bad Wolf argued. "Or the effects this Universe would still continue to plague her, throughout the small remainder of her life, if I hadn't. But that would not do. To help her and make sure she was living the life that her family and friends wished for her to have, I had to take over her mind. Hidden in the deepest depths, so nobody could find me, and I could feed the Child of the Wolf all the information he needed. Through her mouth and mind, so the knowledge I had cleared would still be fed to her. Through me. She still bore her own free will to think, because it is implanted in every living organism, since birth. It cannot be taken away, or controlled. And I had it all under my control…"

The Metacrisis Doctor suddenly grinned down at her. "Until I came along!"

The "Bad Wolf" glared up at him, with complete resent, and carried on explaining.

"Yes," she hissed, "until you came along."

She clarified why and how her plans had been destroyed, when the Metacrisis Doctor had bounded into Rose's mind, and planned to take away the protection the Bad Wolf had cast upon her. Luckily, no damage was done as nothing could be found, however, despite this fact: the Bad Wolf had to defend its host and do its duty. It guarded and defended its "territory", by threatening and harming the Metacrisis Doctor – as a warning. She could not allow Rose to be tampered with, as the affects and repercussions were unknown, and could teeter dangerous.

The Bad Wolf had not meant to cause harm to the Metacrisis Doctor. So, guilty for her actions, unknown to Rose – urged the woman to find help. However, Rose had bumped into the Doctor and Torchwood. The Bad Wolf had cowered away, suddenly, and knew that her powers were not strong enough to prevent the Doctor. The Doctor's telepathy, and mind powers were ten times stronger than the Metacrisis Doctor's was, so the Wolf feared that Rose would be exposed. She delved into Rose's mind and body, completely taking over… to avoid and control the situation – keeping the Child of the Wolf safe.

" 'Cos, I hope you don't mind me saying… Miss, but I find it hard to ignore the fact that you have golden eyes, a strange voice, and call yourself the "Bad Wolf". But, from the descriptions I've been hearing, Rose has brown eyes, a normal voice, and calls herself "Rose Tyler". If you've taken control of, ehm, Rose's body - where's Rose?" Ianto chipped in, curiously.

The Doctor beamed genuinely, gestured behind him. "Have I introduced you two yet? No? Right! This is Ianto! Ianto Jones! He's a very clever man and that was a very clever question! Bad Wolf, where is Rose?" the Doctor said cheerily, in a light tone, but scarcely concealed underneath was a tone full of seriousness and darkness. He pressed a tight smile to the surface, and leaned forwards slightly. "I'm all ears! Weeeell, I was in my last incarnation, not so much know. More of the hair! Anyway! I was saying, where's Rose? 'Cos you know what, I am very, very keen to know what you have done with her!"

"Rose Tyler is safe," the "Bad Wolf" proclaimed coolly, and her glowing gold eyes suddenly widened. She smirked, and the original Doctor almost swore he saw an essence of Rose peek through. "But you are not."

The Doctor frowned, and his face immediately fell. So much for the hope. But what did the "Bad Wolf" mean now? He looked at the entity in Rose's body, darkly. "What do you mean?" he asked, suspiciously and rather nervously.

"Her," the "Bad Wolf" replied bluntly, and a slim arm lifted up into the air to point to the direction of the door.

Both Doctors' turned around slowly, and the Metacrisis was the first to wince, whispering to the full Time Lord, "You're in trouble, now."

And indeed, he was.

"YOU!" she screeched, and the voice of Jacqueline Andrea Suzette Tyler rang out loudly across the small room.

The Doctor swallowed a lump in his throat, and prepared for the wrath of the Oncoming Mum.

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A/N:- Blubdeblub!