The enemy

Jack and Gwen had disappeared so fast from the bar you would think their life depended on it. Owen didn't really care either way. Gwen had been a fun plaything, but nothing more. And it was quite clear he was just a way of distracting herself and making Jack jealous.

Tosh had excused herself after a little while, after having realized that Owen was completely ignoring her and Rose was to far gone to even notice. She had danced with herself for a little while and Owen had managed to trick her into drinking some water before deciding to take her home.

He liked Rose. She was pretty and funny and adventurous, everything he liked in a woman. She was, sadly, also completely hung up on some weird guy who apparently just wanted to be called "the Doctor". He felt unnerved by the sudden present by his mother and his rising feelings for the team's newest addition, but somehow everything Rose did drew him in. her defying Jack and standing up for her family and herself and her choice to stay behind and face the consequences of her actions appealed to him and spoke volumes of her character. And she was hot!

"Come on love, let's get you home" he said and gently closed her jacket around her before leading her outside the pub.

"You're a doctor" she giggled. "A doctor who doesn't dance. I hate those kinds of doctors" she whispered. "You should dance! I want the Doctor to dance with me!"

"Let's get you home first, then we can discus dancing later."

Rose giggled again. "You should smile more."

"I don't wanna get wrinkles" Owen said, leading her down the street. Luckily Rose lived nearby.

"Are you coming up" she asked as they stood outside her apartment complex.

"Do you want me to?"

"You probably shouldn't" she said and suddenly felt very sober.

"Probably not…"

Tosh was angry. Not only was she the only one actually on time for work that morning, but it was also abundantly clear that Owen did not recognize as a woman to desire. in fact he almost treated her like nothing but a co-worker, which made her want to cry, because she was so much more. She had watched Owen hore around with pretty much everything with a pair of breasts, even going so far as to sleep with both Susie and Gwen, but not her. Never her! They were best friends, he told her stuff he would never tell anyone else, she was always there for him, even when he was with other women, and yet he treated her with disregard. She had gone out of her way to make him see her, really see her, but he never did and now he was obviously trying to start something with Rose and Tosh had had enough.

"Good morning" Ianto greeted her.

"Morning" she mumbled.

"Did you have fun last night?"

"Not really" she said. "I kinda ended up the third wheel, well, the fifth to be precise."

"Oh…"

"Are you and Jack…"

"Yes! I'd prefer not to talk about it."

"Sorry" Tosh said before Ianto vanished out in the front.

The first person to arrive after that and only an hour late was Gwen, who was wearing the same outfit as the night before.

"Rough night" Tosh noted with a raised eyebrow.

"Something like that" she said and sat down at her desk. "I'd rather not talk about it."

"Of course not" Tosh sneered in a low tone.

Rose stumbled in half an hour after Gwen, looking just as disshelved as Gwen, although wearing fresh clothes. Before either Tosh or Gwen could open their mouths to greet her, she held up her hand to silence them and sat down at her desk and then promptly spent the next hour scowling furiously at the screen. Apparently Owen and Jack had decided to just not show up today.

"Rose, I need to see you in my office" Jack's voice boomed through the hub. All three woman jumped in their seats, all convinced Jack was not present.

"How the hell does he do that" Gwen whispered to Tosh, while Rose gingerly rose from her seat and walked to Jack's office.

"Yes?"

"Sit" Jack ordered. Rose obeyed. "So, how are you holding up?"

"Fine."

"No problems with the ribs?"

"Which ribs?"

"Your ribs? That you broke when you were hit by a car…"

"Ooh. No they're fine."

"They seems to have been fine for some time now."

"What do you mean?"

"Come on, Rose. Let's cut the pretence. Something happened on the Gamestation, to the both of us…" Rose kept staring at the wall behind Jack's head. "Alright, I'll start… You brought me back to life. And I'm guessing, by your shocked appearance, that you had no idea."

"No… I'm sorry, I didn't. The Doctor never told me and so much happened. The time vortex and the regeneration. I'm sorry."

"He didn't tell you because what you did was wrong." A tear slid down her cheek. "He told me what you did. You took the time vortex and you used it to bring me back to life, but you couldn't control and you brought me back for good. That's why the Doctor left me there, he knew and he disapproved."

"But I don't understand. Why didn't he tell me?"

"Because it would hurt you, Rose" Jack said and smiled. "The Doctor loves you so much, it obvious, even though he won't say it. And I'm sorry I'm the one that has to tell you this, because it will hurt you, but you need to know. I can't die, you brought me back permanently and the Doctor left me, because I'm not right."

"Oh god Jack… I'm so sorry."

"It's doesn't matter now, Rose. I spent years looking for the Doctor, hoping he could fix me, only to find out it's you… And I have a feeling I'm not the only one who's changed?"

"I don't know what happened."

"Are you the Bad Wolf?"

"Yes, I think I am. But I don't know what it means."

"I'll look into it." He fiddled with something in his desk drawer. "I just want to try something" he mumbled and hammered a pocket knife through her left hand that was resting on the desk.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?" Rose screamed.

Jack pried the knife out. "Just as I suspected" he said, indicating her already healing hand. "Your body heals itself. That's why you didn't feel your broken ribs or your concussion. Or this."

"You could have seriously hurt me!"

"I didn't hit anything important" Jack defended himself. "How long have you known?"

Rose sighed and gently massaged her hand. "Couple of months after ending up in the alternative universe. Fell off a cliff headfirst and woke up some time later, no wounds, no nothing… Then some guy shot me in the leg while I was working for Torchwood, the other Torchwood, and it healed almost instantly. I don't know why, if it's because of this Bad Wolf thing or something to do with the TARDIS or the Doctor."

"Well, the Doctor's body is self-healing, you of all people should know that, but I doubt you've been growing an extra heart all this time, so I'm gonna guess it has something to do with the Bad Wolf. Also, you've seemed to have gone permanently blond."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"That you're probably "frozen" in this image of yourself, the way you looked when you absorbed the time vortex and turned into this Bad Wolf, whatever it is."

"Well, that's money saved, I suppose…" Jack laughed. "But I still don't understand what it means. Am I immortal then, like you?"

"I don't know. The Doctor had a few theories, but nothing substantial. Like I said, I'll look into it. There are a few other things, though. There are cracks…"

"Cracks?"

"Cracks in time and space, it seems. Ianto has been monitoring it and so far it's only where the rift works the strongest, like here in Cardiff and in Norway. The walls between the universes are cracked, and so is time."

"So stuff is seeping through?"

"Basically yes. We're keeping a close eye on it and

I've talked to your father, who's doing the same. I'll be calling UNIT soon too, they'll want to know about this."

"Is it because I opened the rift?"

"Well, technically that wanker Owen did it, but yes, I think it is. You crossing through probably created a weak point and when your family and friends jumped over as well, the weak point expanded. Opening the rift made the weak points weaker and now they're cracking."

"How many?"

"I don't know, probably still just the two, but more is probably going to appear over time. And there's another thing." Jack riffled through another drawer (Rose immediately removed both hands from his range). "This man has been following you." He presented a somewhat blurry picture of a man in his mid-thirties with dark-blonde hair.

"Oh god. That's Harry Saxon!"

"You know him?"

"Yeah, he was the case I worked just before I came here. He's following me?"

"Yes, he's been seen several times outside your apartment complex and he was at the bar yesterday. Who is he?"

"I… Oh god, I don't even know, really. He was the president in the alternative universe, newly elected and Pete thought he was off, somehow. He had been investigating him for some time, apparently and I went in undercover to figure out what he was."

"He's not human?"

"I don't know. We never found out. He looks pretty human, though." Rose looked at the picture. "What is he doing here?"

"I think I'll have a talk with him."

"Be careful. Alien or not, the guy's a complete nutter."

Donna had been messing around in the library for something worth reading (in her world, that did not include Shakespeare or metaphysics), when she accidentally stumbled on a small photo album. She gently took it out from its hiding place on the shelf where it had been hiding between "Understanding and Engineering a TARDIS" and "Quantumphysics for Geniuses" .

She opened it and couldn't hold back a smile at the first picture staring back at her. Lovely, beautiful and sweet Rose was posing for the camera with a tall man with big ears, who looked positively scary. She turned the page to find more pictures of Rose and the big eared man laughing, scowling and just generally being themselves. Sometimes Captain Jack Harkness made an appearances; in one picture he was kissing a grinning Rose's cheek, in another he was apparently dancing with the other man.

Another paged turned revealed a picture of Rose and her mother, both laughing and obviously not aware they were being photographed. She looked so happy, Rose, laughing and just having a good time. Another picture was of the Doctor sleeping in the captain's seat at the console. Someone had doodled a silly moustache on him. Donna laughed out loud at this, because it was so unlike the Doctor to actually let his guard down and trust someone enough to fall asleep in their presence.

The next picture warmed Donna's heart. It was Rose and the Doctor playing monopoly, probably at Rose's home in London by the looks of it. Rose was scowling at the game, but the Doctor was gazing intently at Rose and Donna could easily recognize a man in love when she saw one. It was nice to see him doing something so domestic. She doubted he would do that for either her or Martha. It was only Rose.

"Donna" Martha yelled from the hallway. "What are you of to?" Donna hurriedly put the photo album back and turned around to greet Martha. "Donna, are you alright? You're crying."

"What?" She touched her cheek and Martha was right, she was crying. She hadn't even realized, but the picture must have effected her more than she knew. "Sorry, must have gotten something in my eye. You said something about finding that swimming pool, yeah?"

A/N: Thanks to all of you lovely readers this story now has over 7000 hits. I hope you will all leave a little review, as I love love love them (and re-read them like a person obsessed) and they do fuel me to work harder. If you have constructive critism feel free to share, I take all reviews to heart.

Some people have asked me a couple of things and I'll try to answer them here: I don't know about Tosh and Owen getting together, right now it's not in the cards. I have watched (and re-watched) the fifth season of Doctor Who and while David Tennant will always be my Doctor, I think Matt Smith is doing an incredible job (and he does have some great moves). People have different opinions about the way I use/describe the characters and I do try to write them in character as much as possible. One reviewer commented that the characters were a little hurried and I apologize for that and will try to compensate for it, without completely delaying the storyline.

If you do have questions, please write and ask. I'm aware that I haven't answered questions before (sorry about that), but I'll try harder now. Remember, reviews = happy happy writer!