A/N:-A week and two days it's been! SOOO SHOCKING, I know.

BAAH HUMBUG – just ONE week and FIVE days left 'til Stalag14 (school) again! Where's all the time gone?! Grrr!

Disclaimer: Doctor Who mine?! Sure, and so's Buckingham Palace.

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"What the hell have you done?!" yelled the Doctor, frantically balling up fists of his thick, brown hair as he broke the connection to Rose's mind and dazedly backed away from her. There was a psychological war breaking out inside of her head, a power that had suddenly been unleashed for some reason or another, and even he – the high and mighty Time Lord – hadn't a clue as to what had caused it. Not a sausage. Zip. Zilch. Zero. Nada. Nought. Nothing. Absolutely positively nothing at all. And that annoyed him. A lot.

"Don't you mean who," the Bad Wolf said, her tone of voice quite blatantly stating it as a fact and not a question. Her tone and volume of voice remained calm and serene, impossibly unfazed by the matter at hand.

"Oh, not with the telepathy again. But, what d'you mean who? There can't be a--" The Doctor suddenly startled, jerking. "Ah. Ah. Ah. But that's just it; it's you, isn't it!" He pointed an accusatory finger at her, instinctively raking a hand through his hair, with eyes wide and full of pure curiosity. "You're the cause. But, why?! What's going on? Rose's mind was completely blank a moment ago – and I should know, I checked, twice, no, more than twice – but now, now it's fizzing with life and there's a psychological war starting up in there! Something's been awakened in there, and I want to know what. It could be dangerous. And whatever you've done with, in there, wherever you've hidden her, I want her safe." His eyes softened and his voice grew quieter. "She's just a human; not like you, a big-" He waved his hand up and down, gesturing her body- "powerful, gold… thing. Humans are weak, they don't have the mental and physical barriers you or I probably do; she might not be able to take it…"

The Bad Wolf chuckled, tendrils of pallid yellow light molecules filtering out through her hands and eyes, daintily hovering around in the air all around her. Rose's body seemed to come completely alight with the fuzzy, yellow molecules. The Doctor frowned. Now, that definitely shouldn't be happening.

"It is she, not I."

"Wh— Wh— What d'you mean: it's her and not you? Who's she, the cat's mother? You're not making any sense. C'mon, Wolfie, I need answers!"

"It is she, not I," she – the Bad Wolf - repeated. "It is she, not I."

"Who's she?"

"It is she, not I."

The Doctor groaned and sighed, rubbing the back of his eyelids jadedly. How come big, powerful, golden entities were so difficult to interpret these days? You just had to ask them and they'd answer you straightforwardly before, back in the days when he was still at the Academy. But now, it was all riddles this and challenges that. High and mighty Time Lord, though he was, he didn't walk around the place speaking in riddles and puzzles to his companions, whenever they asked him something. He just… babbled. What! It was a whole lot simpler and easier to understand.

"Doctor!" the American accented voice of Captain Jack Harkness hissed. But, before he knew it, a strong, military coat clad arm had unwillingly yanked him out of the room and into the corridor, slamming the door behind him. He really was quite obviously oblivious to everything except himself and his gun as a completely glowing-gold Rose was pretty hard to miss.

Pulling a stylish, black gun from his pocket – much to the disapproval of one Time Lord – the Captain nudged a string of bullets in-between his teeth. Gwen darted up the corridor to join them, a gun caught between he palms of her hands, the nozzle raised to the ceiling. Her eyes were swimming from left to right, apparently on the look out.

"Jack, you coming or wha'? We've locked Jackie in the ladies, and Martha's already gone down."

The Doctor stared at them both, as if to say, "Look, there's a big, powerful entity taking over Rose and making no sense whatsoever, right now, so it would help if you'd hurry up – especially since you're paying no attention to my 'I-sincerely-do-not-approve-guns look' ".

"We've got company," Jack explained, locking his gun into place. "Weevils. Downstairs. And there's lots of them."

"Lots?" OK, she just couldn't let this one go. Gwen cocked up an eyebrow, snorting.

"That's what I said." The Captain shrugged.

"Jack, there are two Weevils. Two."

"It was for dramatic effect!"

"Admit it, Jack, you just wanted to sound important."

"Oh, come on, Gwen, I always sound important."

"Give me a break."

The Doctor was looking at them, one eyebrow up, the other one down.

"Weevils downstairs," Jack breathed out.

Gwen grinned at the Doctor, with wide eyes. "But, the Weevils, they're pink! And, I mean, flamin' neon pink." And she thought she'd gotten use to Torchwood and its aliens! Gwen's expression deadpanned. "Sorry," she mumbled quickly.

"Just wondering, Jack…" the Doctor began, knitting his brows together. "Was there an actual reason why you dragged me out of that room? Or was it just a spur-of-the-moment thing?"

"The latter," Jack confirmed, nodding seriously, but he just about resisted the urge to grin by settling for tightly pursed lips, instead.

"Right. Yeah." The Doctor nodded, before negligently scratching the spot behind his ear. There was an awkward silence between the three of them. He lifted his eyebrows up, his head bobbing from side to side. "Two neon pink Weevils?" he prompted.

A few awkward mumblings, a loud bang from the ladies toilets and a "just scream and we'll coming a running" later, they'd abandoned him and rushed off to do their job.

"Oh, and Captain," the Doctor shouted down the corridor, but he were already too far away to hear. The Doctor sighed and murmured to himself the words that were meant for Jack; no, meant for Torchwood altogether. "Less of the guns…"

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A/N:- OhMySmellySocks! The shortest proper chapter I have ever written in my life; 'tis heartbreaking really… *sobs* That's probably because it's probably a filler chap, depending how you look at it. Next chap up el soonio – tonight hopefully.

Ah. And song suggestions luurved, as this chap will remain Titleless until one of you splendicake parsnips *coughs* people names it!! Hehe.

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