I got up and walked over to John. "You came for me!" I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.

When we pulled away, I was horrified to find that my body didn't respond with the usual internal vigor. He didn't seem to notice. John looked away to locate The Doctor. "I know you're in here somewhere. Face me like a man. Or you can go run and hide like the coward we all know you really are."

"John!" I was surprised at the amount of vehemence in his voice. Looks like there is going to be a showdown after all.

The Doctor stood up from where he had been laying. He looked at us with the saddest eyes I had ever seen. It was the look of surrender. He already gave up. I have never seen him give up this easily. "Go ahead, take her. I was about to bring her back to you anyway. You just made it easier. Just leave." He turned to face the controls.

I tugged on John's arm to leave, but he wouldn't budge. "Come on, John. Let's go."

John brushed me off. "No my Rose Bud. He needs to pay. He stole my soon-to-be wife, on our wedding. And you know what? I bet he was planning this the whole time. He is a pitiful excuse for a Time Lord. I can't believe I came from him. Well, part of him." He looked at The Doctor disgustedly. "Come over here and face me. Mano e mano."

"John, is this really necessary? Leave him alone, I think he has had enough abuse. It isn't even all his fault. You know that." I stepped in front of John, trying to get his attention. "Don't go picking fights. We made sure that you would stop that, remember? You are better than the man you were when you were first created. No more bloodlust." Once again I made to grab his arm and leave.

This time he shoved me, hard and I fell to the ground. I looked up at John, very shocked. The Doctor had turned around at that point, and he was far from happy. And he wasn't sad anymore either. In a matter of seconds I watched two grown men turn into snarling pit bulls.

"Aw, did I do something to upset you?" John asked with mock concern. His hands were behind his back and he was standing there without a care in the world. I knew this expression from the times we went on various adventures in our world. It was the one he wore when he was getting ready to fight with an opposing species. He tends to be more calm when he is about to get his hands dirty. And in this situation, I was scared. I was scared for The Doctor.

This revelation surprised me. After the way he has treated me. This whole mess, is because of him. But for some reason, in a way it is kind of sweet. I don't know who to root for or who to fear. They're going to fight for you. A voice in my head said.

"You just shoved Rose to the ground. I don't know what the customs are in your world, but I am fairly certain that is not how you treat a woman." The Doctor's eyes were full of fury and rage. The Oncoming Storm was here.

"I knew this day would come. I planned for this moment. Today, Doctor, is the day you die. Rose was just bait. Who knew that the man that leaves death and destruction in his wake had such a pathetic weakness." John pulled a giant gun out of his pocket. I had never seen this weapon before in my life, but I was fairly certain what it can do, what it will do, if he pulls the trigger.

The Doctor looked surprised, yet all that happened was that he looked more enraged and formidable. "I should have known. How could you use Rose? Why do you want me gone? What did I ever do to you? If I were you, I would be more careful with what you say." His hands were clenched at his side, presumably sonic in hand.

I was still on the ground watching the tennis match of words. And what I presumed would turn into something worse. There was nothing I could do. There was no way I was going to get in the middle of this. At the same time, I had to do something to stop this before someone gets killed. At this point, I have no idea who would come out of this the victor. If I thought my situation earlier was a nightmare, then this is Hell in the TARDIS. And that is truly saying something since The Doctor faced down Satan in the Pit all those years ago.

"I was planned. Everything, from when I was created, to now was planned. Designed by the Daleks. How do you think I was able to tell Donna how to stop them in the Crucible? They knew what was going to happen to themselves. They knew it would be impossible for their army to defeat you. That is why they made me. Because I took from you the one thing you ever wanted, the one person you ever cared about. I knew you would get jealous and possessive and eventually make it to our world to steal her. And now I've got you right where I want you. Any last words Doctor before I exterminate you?" John explained. His face was devoid of emotion now. He dropped the gun and out of his head protruded a Dalekesque stalk. And out of his left palm came a whisk which could only be a Dalek's gun.

"John! Stop this madness right now!" I shouted as I trembled with fear on the ground. "You don't have to do this."

"It's too late Rose. He never cared about you. Don't you see that? He used you. After he kills me he will kill you. Its how he was programmed." The Doctor strode towards John. "You can do what you want with me. But leave her out of it. You so much as lay a finger on her, and it will be your life. This is your one chance." He was right in front of John now. He stood so that he made a wall between me and John.

Why must it be this way. Here I thought The Doctor was the bad guy, when the bad guy was by my side the whole time. I told him all about The Doctor. He fooled me into believing I could trust him. John made a big mistake. No one crosses me like that. I looked up at the Dalek Doctor and The Doctor. There must be something I can do to stop him. Then my eyes fell upon the fallen gun. It was to far away for me to get. And it was right at John's feet. I was helpless. None of my Torchwood training prepared me for this.

"The Doctor must die! Exterminate! Exterminate!" Shouted John.

The laser gun started buzzing. My eyes went wide and the part of my brain that was reserved for thinking shut down as instinct took over. All the martial art training I did on the side was overshadowing every instinct. I was a 5th level black belt. Mix that in with some gymnastics and you got yourself something of a ninja. Quick as a cat I got up and dashed for the gun. At the same time The Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver. My hand grabbed the gun and I jumped in between John and The Doctor. The hum of John's gun went away as he put his hand at his side. He looked amused.

"Enough of your blathering. Can't I get a word in?" I could sense The Doctor's wariness behind me, but he didn't say anything. I pointed the gun at John. "Thank you. I can't believe it has come down to this. You tricked me, John. And that is not a very good place to stand. On top of you let me be abducted. And now you are threatening the only man who might have actually cared about me. You have managed to make me right mad. That was a very big mistake on your part, John. Under normal circumstances I would try to find room to forgive you. But the fact of the matter is, you do not deserve my forgiveness. Do you have anything to say for yourself?" I directed this question at John.

"You, a mere human, dare think that you can challenge me? I am superior. You shall die with your precious Doctor." John said flatly. And his laser gun started humming again.

Wrong choice. John, you messed with the wrong wolf." With careful concentration I focused the energy of the Bad Wolf into the gun.

I could feel the golden energy bustling behind my eyes and flowing through my arm and into the gun.

John's eyes went wide with trepidation. The Doctor whispered my name in both concern and bewilderment. The Doctor reached to touch my shoulder, but I shrugged him off. John fired his laser at the same time I fired the gun. A golden light made a beeline from the barrel and struck the blue laser. The laser got swallowed and the gold went away. John was making a run for the door, but I let a blast of the vortex out of my other hand. It wrapped around his feet and tripped him. He fell to the ground and the vortex started to spiral around him, first slowly, then faster and faster until it resembled a gold tornado. In the blink of an eye it vanished, and there was no sign of the Dalek Doctor. John was gone.