The Daleks were in a state of panic. One of them rounds on me.

"You know the Doctor! You understand him! You will predict his actions!"

"I don't know!" I yelled at it. The Dalek glides dangerously towards me. "And even if I did, I wouldn't tell ya."

"Predict! Predict! Predict!" It shouted slightly hysterical.

"TARDIS detected. In flight." A second Dalek said, distracting the first one.

"Launch missiles! Exterminate!"

"You can't! The TARDIS hasn't got any defenses. You'll kill them!" I told them, desperately.

"You have predicted correctly." I began to tremble. The Daleks and I hear the sound of the TARDIS materializing. We look around, trying to find where it was landing. A breeze blows my hair as I turn to see the faint outline of the TARDIS slowly appearing around me. It surrounds both me and one of the Daleks. The Doctor's outline becomes more and more distinct, standing beside the console. When the engines have stopped, he turns to me.

"Jessamine! Get down!" I flounder a bit. The Dalek's eyepiece swivels round. "Get down, Jessamine!" I throw myself to the floor.

"Exterminate!" The Dalek fires at Jack, who's holding a gun. With it, he deflects the ray back at the Dalek, who explodes with a scream. I wince. Smoke billows from the remains of the Dalek, and I struggle to my feet.

"You did it!" I exclaimed. The TARDIS seems strangely silent after all the action. The Doctor comes over to me and without a single word, puts his arms around me in a tight embrace. "Feels like I haven't seen you in years." I told him as I tightly wrap my arms around him.

"Told you I'd come and get you." we pull away slightly.

"Never doubted it." The Doctor rolls his eyes.

"I did! You all right?"

"Yes. You?" I asked him.

"Not bad. Been better!" He goes over to the smoldering remains of the Dalek and peers at it while Jack approaches me.

"Hey, don't I get a hug?" He asked.

"Ahh, come here!" I open my arms for him.

"I was talking to him." He gestures to the Doctor. We laugh and throw our arms around each other. "Welcome Home!"

"Ohh, thought I'd never see you again." I whispered to him, so the Doctor wouldn't hear that I had doubted him. Jack holds on to me tighter, silently agreeing.

"Oh, you were lucky - I was just a one-shot wonder. Drained the gun of all its power supply. Now it's just a piece of junk." We watch the Doctor as he carefully examines the Dalek with his sonic screwdriver. The three of us bend over the Dalek, looking at it. The battle armour has been blasted away, giving us a clear view of the mutant inside.

"You said they were extinct. How come they're still alive?" I asked the Doctor.

"One minute they're the greatest threat in the universe, the next minute they vanished out of time and space." Jack said.

"They went off to fight a bigger war . . . the Time War . . ." The Doctor examined it.

"I thought that was just a legend." Jack said surprised.

"I was there. The War between the Daleks and the Time Lords. With the whole of creation at stake. My people were destroyed, but they took the Daleks with them." The Dalek smolders. "I almost thought it was worth it. Now it turns out they died for nothing." He said quietly.

"There's thousands of them now. We could hardly stop ONE. What're we gonna do?" I asked him.

"No good stood round here chin-wagging! Human race, you'd gossip all day. The Daleks have got the answers - let' go and meet the neighbors." He told us, cheerfully and heads off down the ramp.

"Doctor, don't go out there!" I called to him, urgently. But he opened the door and steps out.

"Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate!" The Daleks fire their bolts of energy, but to no avail - the rays reflect off the forcefield of the TARDIS, keeping the Doctor safe, as well as Jack and I as we just cautiously popped our heads out behind him. The Daleks give up, and the sound of their guns fades into silence. The Doctor raises his hands mockingly.

"Is that it? Useless! Nul points." He leans against the TARDIS. "It's all right, come on out. That forcefield can hold back anything." he told us.

"Almost anything." Jack stated.

". . . Yes, but I wasn't gonna tell them that. Thanks." I punch Jack in the arm.

"Sorry." He said, sheepishly. The Daleks are silent, watching them. The Doctor steps forward to address them.

"D'you know what they call me in the ancient legends of the Dalek Homeworld? The Oncoming Storm. You might've removed all your emotions . . . but I reckon that right down deep in your DNA, there's one little spark left. And that's fear." The Dalek's eyepieces twitch nervously. "Doesn't it just BURN when you face me? So, tell me - how did you survive the Time War?"

"They survived through me." The Doctor turns around, startled. He takes a few steps towards the voice, and a giant Dalek is illuminated, towering above all of us. The Doctor stares up at him in open-mouthed awe.

"Jessa . . . Captain . . . this is the Emperor of the Daleks." He said in quiet shock.

"You destroyed us, Doctor. The Dalek Race died in your inferno, but my ship survived, falling through time, crippled but alive."

"I get it." The Doctor ground out.

"Do not interrupt!"

"Do not interrupt!"

"Do not interrupt!" Jack and I flinch and wince, but the Doctor merely looks mildly annoyed, still strong and unwavering.

"I think you're forgetting something. I'm the Doctor. And if there's one thing I can do - it's talk. I've got five billion languages, and you haven't got one way of stopping me. So if anybody's gonna shut up, it's YOU!" He pronounces those last words with such fervor, that the Daleks shuffle backwards slightly. The Doctor turns back to the Emperor Dalek. "Okey dokie. So, where were we?" He asked, light again.

"We waited here in the dark space, damaged but rebuilding. Centuries passed, and we quietly infiltrated the systems of Earth. Harvesting the waste of humanity. The prisoners, the refugees, the dispossessed - they all came to us. The bodies were filtered, pulped, sifted." I look at them with a extreme nasty taste in my mouth. "The seed of the Human Race is perverted. Only one cell in billion was fit to be nurtured."

"So, you created an army of Daleks out of the dead." The Doctor said.

"That makes them . . . half human." I told him and Jack.

"Those words are blasphemy!" it's voice rising.

"Do not blaspheme!"

"Do not blaspheme!"

"Do not blaspheme!"

"Everything human has been purged. I cultivated pure and blessed Dalek." But the Doctor was looking around at them all, clearly disturbed.

"Since when did the Daleks have a concept of blasphemy?" He asked.

"I reached into the dirt and made new life. I am the God of all Daleks!"

"Worship him! Worship him! Worship him!"

"They're insane! A hundred years hiding in silence - that's enough to drive anyone mad." He turned to Jack and I, then turns back to stare intently at the Daleks, walking towards them, even pitying them. "But it's worse than that. Driven mad by your own flesh. The stink of humanity." He shakes his head, sad for them. "You hate your own existence. And that makes them more deadly than ever." He turns to the Emperor, "We're going."

"You may NOT leave my presence!" But we're already halfway towards the TARDIS, none of the Daleks in power to stop us.

"Stay were you are!" The Doctor grins at them mockingly before closing the door on them. "Exterminate!" They fire fruitlessly at the closed door, crying 'exterminate'. The Doctor leans his head against the door. I stare at him in worry, never seeing him look so helpless before. The TARDIS lands and we step out a second later, back on Station Five.

"Turn everything up. All transmissions, wide open, full power. Now! Do it!" The Doctor told the as he strides to the controls.

"What does that do?" A male programmer asked as he did what the Doctor ordered.

"Stops the Daleks from transmitting on board. How did you get on? Did you contact Earth?" The Doctor asked him.

"Well, we tried to warn them, but all they did was suspend our license because we stopped the programmes." He told the Doctor.

"And the planet's just sitting there, defenseless." He notice the woman sitting in the corner. "Lynda, what're you still doing on board?" he rounds on the male programmer. "I told you to evacuate everyone."

"She wouldn't go."

"Didn't wanna leave ya." She smiles at him. I look her up and down, not liking her implication.

"There weren't enough shuttles anyway, or I wouldn't be here . . . we've got about a hundred people stranded on Floor Zero." the female programmer informed us.

"Oh, my God. The Fleet is moving. They're on their way." The male stares sat the screen. The Doctor beings to frantically rip armfuls of wires out of desk. We watch him, not knowing exactly what he's trying to do.

"Dalek plan - big mistake. Because what they left me with? Anyone? Anyone? Oh, come on - it's obvious. A great big transmitter - this station." He speaks quickly. Jack stares at him, brow furrowed in concentration, trying to work out what he's on about. "If I can change the signal, fold it back, sequence it - anyone?"

"You've gotta be kidding." Jack stated, finally working it out. I glance at them both, slightly confused.

"Give the man a medal!" The Doctor exclaimed.

"A Delta Wave?" Jack asked, incredulous.

"A Delta Wave!" The Doctor said excitedly.

"What's a Delta Wave?" I asked them cause unlike them, I lived a very un-futuristic life and needed things to be explain.

"A wave of Van Cassadyne energy. Fries your brain - stand in the way of a Delta Wave and your head gets barbecued!" I grimaced.

"And this place can transmit a MASSIVE wave! Wipe out the Daleks!" I open my mouth to say something but I was interrupted by Lynda.

"Well, get started and do it then!" I shut my mouth again, disgruntled.

"Trouble is, wave this size, building this big, brain as clever as mine, should take about - ooh - three days? How long till the Fleet arrive?" The Doctor asked.

"Twenty-two minutes." The Doctor frantically pulls another cable out from underneath the desk, stares at the end of it for a second, looks up and beams at us all.

"We've now got a forcefield so they can't blast us out of the sky." Lynda, the two programmers and I are gathered around the computer while Jack explains this to us. "But that doesn't stop the Daleks from physically invading."

"Do they know about the Delta Wave?" I asked Jack.

"They'll have worked it out at the same time. So, if they want to stop the Doctor, that means they've got to get to this level - 500." He indicates the illustrative diagram on the screen. "Now, I can concentrate the extrapolator around the top six levels, 500 to 495. So, they'll penetrate the station below that at level 494 and fight their way up."

"Who're they fighting?" The male programmer asked.

"Us." Jack stated, simply.

"And . . . what're we fighting with?" He asked.

"The guards had guns with bastic bullets - that's enough to blow a Dalek wide open." Jack told him.

"There's FIVE of us." The female programmer said skeptically.

"Jessa, you can help me. I need all these wires stripped bare." The Doctor called from where he's busying himself with the wires. I hesitated for a moment before Jack gave me a pleading look, I nodded softly and joined the Doctor.

"Right! Now there's FOUR of us!"

"Then let's move it! Into the lift! Isolate the lift controls!" The male and female programmer hurry off, and Lynda approaches the Doctor. He stands up to meet her.

"I-I just wanna say, um . . . thanks, I s'pose. And . . . I'll do my best!" She told him.

"Me too." They awkwardly try to decide on the best way of saying goodbye - at one point the Doctor looks as though he's going to kiss her forehead, but they settle for a handshake. They laugh embarrassedly, I glared slightly at them in the background. Lynda heads off, glancing back at the Doctor who watches her go. I look at the wires with a murdering look but decide not to comment, and strip a wire with unnecessary ferocity. I drop it to the ground as Jack approaches us and stands before us.

"It's been fun!" He said trying to keep it light. The Doctor smiles, I let out a shaky breath. "But I guess this is goodbye." He said serious, now. I bit my lip and shook my head, stepping towards him.

"Don't talk like that. The Doctor's gonna do it. You just watch him." I tried to convince us both, tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Jessa-Rose . . ." He cups my face in both of his hands and looks at me intensely in the eyes. "You are worth fighting for." He places a lingering kiss on my forehead before turning to the Doctor. "Wish I'd never met you, Doctor!" Jack grins, cupping the Doctor's face. "I was much better off as a coward." And he places a kiss onto the Doctor's lips. Jack places a hand on each of our shoulders, then points forward to the exit. "See ya in hell." He runs off. The Doctor and I watch him leave, before I turn back to the Doctor.

"He's gonna be all right." I lied to myself, the Doctor looks at me. No reply. "He'll be all right." I chanted to myself though know the truth was the exact opposite. The Doctor and I were sitting on the floor in the space between the middle row of desks, working busily in a companionable silence. We were now the only two people left on Floor 500.

"Suppose . . ." But I don't finish the sentence, already knowing the answer.

"What?" The Doctor asked after a moment.

"Nothing." I sighed.

"You said 'suppose'." He pressed.

"No, I was just thinking . . . I mean, obviously you can't but . . . you've got a time machine. Why can't you just go back to last week and warn them?" I asked him.

"Soon as the TARDIS lands in that second, I become part of events. Stuck in stye timeline." He said not looking up from his work.

"Yeah, thought it'd be something like that . . ." I said, expecting that answer. I carry on working.

"There's another thing the TARDIS could do . . . it could take us away. . ." I glance briefly up at him with a small smile. "We could leave. Let history take its course. We go to Marbella in 1989."

"Yeah, but you'd never do that." I said softly, smiling.

"No, but you could ask." His eyes meet mine, I don't reply. "Never even occurred to you, did it?" He asked with quiet affection.

"No, I could never ask that." I told him. He just smiling at me like I mean the world to him. The computer whirrs in the background and the Doctor looks over at it, suddenly alert.

"The Delta Wave's started building. How long does it need?" We both leap to our feet and rush over to the computers. The Doctor plonks himself in one of the chairs and I peer over his shoulder. He presses a few buttons, stares at the monitor . . . and his face falls.

"Is that bad?" I ask but there's no reply. His head sinks to his knees. "Okay, it's bad. How bad is it?" The Doctor suddenly perks up and leaps to his feet, eyes bright.

"Jessamine Tyler, you're a GENIUS!" I smile, confused on what I was a genius for. He place a smacking kiss on my forehead. "We can do it! If I use the TARDIS to cross my old timeline . . . yes!" He shoots off towards the TARDIS. I frown after him, knowing for a fact that he couldn't do that. He was planning something and it evolved around me. I slowly followed after him. We go through the doors and over to the console. He indicates to a lever. "Hold that down and keep position." But I don't move towards the lever. He turns to me, "Jessamine." I stare at him for a moment with watery eyes, walking over to him and stood in front of him. "We don't have —" I frame his face with my hands and brought our lips together for a quick kiss before pulling back, moving over to the lever.

"What's it do?" I asked breathless from the kiss. I look up to him and he stares at me, eyes glistening before getting busy at the computer.

"Cancels the buffers. If I'm very clever - and I'm more than clever, I'm BRILLIANT - I might just save the world. Or rip it apart . . ."

"I'd go for the first one." I hold the lever down.

"Me too. Now, I've just got to go and power up the Game Station. Hold on!" He runs out of the TARDIS again, full of energy. The door shuts behind him, I let go of the lever and slowly made my way to the doors, tears streaming down my cheeks. I looked down before looking back up in determination. I throw myself against the doors.

"Doctor, let me out!" I demanded. The TARDIS begins to fade away. "Let me out! Doctor, let me out!" I hammered my fist on the door, but I know there's no point now. The TARDIS was falling through the time vortex taking me away from the one man I learned to love and newly found little brother to their deaths.

"This is Emergency Programme One." I spin around when I hear the Doctor's voice but only to be met with a hologram. "Jessamine, now listen, this is important. If this message is activated, then it can only mean one thing." I stare, wide-eyed. "We must be in danger. And I mean fatal. I'm dead or about to die any second with no chance of escape."

"No!" I moved towards the hologram.

"And that's okay. Hope it's a good death." I stop at the top of the ramp, just staring at him. "But I promised to look after you, and that's what I'm doing. The TARDIS is taking you home." I glared at him.

"I won't let you." I rush up the remainder of the steps. The Doctor's hologram continues to stare ahead of him, not looking at me.

"And I bet you're fussing and moaning now - typical. But hold on and just listen a bit more. The TARDIS can never return for me. Emergency Programme One means I'm facing an enemy that should never get their hands on this machine. So this is what you should do: let the TARDIS die." My mouth drops open ever so slightly in distress. "Just let this old box gather dust. No one can open it; no one will even notice it. Let it become a strange little thing standing on a street corner. And over the years, the world will move on and the box will be buried. And if you want to remember me, then you can do one thing. That's all. One thing." His head turns to face me, his eyes full of compassion - as if he knows I'm there. His voice sounds less distorted. "Have a good life. Do that for me, Jessamine. Have a fantastic life." I just watch, can do nothing but look on as the hologram flickers before fading altogether.

"You can't do this to me." I stride over to the console, "You can't." I rage at the TARDIS, slamming down every available button and lever, yelling in desperation. "Take me back! Des, take me back!" The pain evident in my voice as I rattle at the controls, having no effect whatsoever on her. The engines eventually die down and grind to a halt. I abandon the console, run across the room, flinging the doors open and rush outside. I come to a halt when I find myself looking up at the block of flats where I live on a grey and dismal day. I run back inside, refusing to accept what's happened, that this is the end.

"Come on, fly. Come on, HELP ME!" I rattle the controls, raging at the TARDIS some more but to no avail. I step slowly out of the TARDIS doors, defeated. I lean against the side as Mickey appears.

"I knew it! I was all the way down Clifton's Parade, and I heard the engines and I thought 'there's only one thing that makes a noise like that'." He strides towards me, "What is it?" He asked me concerned, as he gets closer and sees I'm in tears. I say nothing as I reach out blindly to him, clinging to him with my eyes screwed up against the pain and the tears. Mickey takes me to a chip shop close by and calls mum and Rose to meet us there. They sat down at the table that Mickey and I sat at, once they got there. They order food for all of us and begin to chat, while I look out the window despondently.

"And it's gone up-market, this place. They're doing little tubs of coleslaw, now." They talked as they ate their food, I left mine untouched. I gazed out of the window still, not taking in a single word of the conversation. "It's not very nice. Tastes a bit sort of clinical."

"Have you tried that new pizza place down Minto Road?" Mickey glances at me.

"What's it selling?" Rose asked.

"Pizza."

"Oh, that's nice." I gaze out the window with a faraway look in my eyes, looking incredibly downcast. "Do the deliver?"

"Yeah!" Mum takes a look at me, and then abandons all pretense of having an ordinary conversation.

"Oh, Jessa. Have something to eat . . ." She said, pleading.

"Two hundred thousand years in the future, he's dying, and there's NOTHING I can do." my voice trembling, eyes not leaving the window.

"Well, like you said - two hundred thousand years - it's way off!" She exclaimed. I finally looked at her.

"But it's not! It's now! That fight is happening right now, and he's fighting for us! For the whole planet, and I'm just sitting here eating chips!" I yelled angry and upset, going back to looking out the window.

"Listen to me." I turn to face her, reluctantly falling silent. "God knows I have hated that man, but right now, I love him - and d'you know why? Because he did the right thing. He sent you back to me." She returns her attention back to the chips, as though the matter is closed.

"But what do I do every day, mum? What do I do? Get up - catch the bus - go to work - come back home - eat chips and go to bed? Is that it?" I asked her, desperate.

"It's what the rest of us do." Rose stated, coldly.

"But I can't!" I shouted.

"Why, 'cos you're better than us?" Mickey questioned me.

"No, I didn't mean that!" I shouted, frustrated. I paused, trying to calm myself down. Mum watches me. "But it was . . . it was a better life. And I - I don't mean all the travelling and . . . seeing aliens and spaceships and things - that don't matter. The Doctor showed me a better way of living your life." I said, quietly meeting their eyes but speaking earnestly. I looked towards Mickey and Rose, "You know, he showed you too." I stated passionately. "That you don't just give up. You don't just let things happen. You make a stand. You say no. You have the guts to do what's right when everyone else just runs away, and I just can't —" I break off, unable to carry on. I kick the table in frustration and leap to my feet, running out of the chip shop in despair. I was sitting on a bench, staring into space. Mickey stands over me.

"You can't spend the rest of your life thinking about the Doctor." He told me.

"But how do I forget him?" I asked him.

"You've got to start living your own life." I look up at him. "You know, a proper life, like the kind he's never had. The sort of life you could have with me." My attention has already wandered. I noticed the words 'BAD WOLF' written in huge letters on the playground floor in spray paint. Astonished, I stand up and walk over to them. Mickey follows. I, then, realize that 'Bad Wolf' is graffiti'd all over the playground walls as well.

"Over here. It's over here as well!" I dash over to the wall to examine the graffiti.

"That's been there for years! It's just a phrase! It's just words!" He calls after me.

"I thought it was a warning . . . maybe it's the opposite. Maybe it's a message. The same words written down now and two hundred thousands years in the future. It's a link between me and the Doctor! Bad Wolf here . . . Bad Wolf there!" I said excitement building.

"But if it's a message, what's it saying?" Mickey asked me.

"It's telling me I can get back! The least I can do is help him escape!" I called back to him, already running off. "All the TARDIS needs to do is make a return trip. Just . . . reverse." I said hopeful and lively.

"Yeah, but we still can't do it." Mickey said.

"The Doctor said the TARDIS is telepathic. She's alive. She can listen." But she hasn't since we landed here.

"It's not listening now, is it?" Mickey asked.

"We ned to get inside her. Last time I saw you, with the Slitheen, this middle bit opened and there was this light. The Doctor said it was the heart of the TARDIS. If we can open it, we can maker contact. I can tell her what to do!" I told him.

"Jessa . . ."

"Mm?"

"If you go back, you're gonna die." He said quietly.

"I'll be fine. And there's nothing left for me here." I said, completely confident.

"Nothing?" He echoed.

"No." I answered him. I look away, avoiding Mickey's eye. That hurt him so much and I know it, but it had to be said.

"Okay, if that's what you think . . . let's get this thing open." He said with dignity. Mickey get's his car and hooks a chain to it and the TARDIS before getting back into the car. I stand by it, watching it.

"Faster!" I called to him. The console refuses to budge. "It's not moving!" The chain becomes more and more taut but still to no avail. I chew on my lip with anticipation. The chain shudders then snaps. I yelp in frustration, kick the console and lean on it, head down. Defeated again. I slump down in one of the chairs next to the TARDIS console, broken, defeated, and staring into space. Mum standing over me with Rose behind her.

"It was never gonna work, sweetheart. And the Doctor knew that. He just wanted you to be safe." Mum said consoling, gentle.

"I can't give up." I told her.

"Lock the door. Walk away." She said.

"Dad wouldn't give up." I stated to her.

"Well, he's not here, is he?" I stare at her in silence for a few seconds. "And even if he was, he' say the same."
"No, he wouldn't." Mum stares at me. "He'd tell me to try anything. If I could save the Doctor's life . . . try anything."

"Well, we're never gonna know." Mum muttered to me.

"Well, I know. 'Cos I saw him again. I saw Dad again."

"Don't be ridiculous." She said quietly.

"The Doctor took me back in time, and I saw Dad again." I sat up.

"Don't say that." Mum backed up a little.

"Remember when Dad died . . .? There were two people with him." My voice begins to crack under the pressure of my suppressed tears. Mum just stares at me, finding it hard to take in. "Two girls. A blonde and brunette. They held his hands . . ." No reply. Mum still just staring. Frustrated, tears run down my cheeks. "You saw them from a distance, mum! You saw them! Think about it! That was Rose and me. You saw us —"

"Stop it." She said abruptly.

"That's how good the Doctor is —"

"Stop it! Just stop it!" Mum shouted now, not wanting to hear this. She runs from the TARDIS, crying with Rose behind her, leaving me alone. My whole body was shaking with grief as I sob my heart out. After a while I walk out of the TARDIS and go over to Mickey, who was leaning against his car. I join him, looking at the TARDIS.

"There's gotta be something else we can do." He said.

"Mum was right . . . maybe we should just lock the door and walk away." I whispered.

"I'm not having that. I'm not having you just - just give up now. No way. We just need something stronger than my car . . . something bigger . . . something like that!" We both turn around as we hear the roar of an engine. We see a huge recovery truck drive around the corner, driven by mum with Rose in the passenger seat. I grin in amazement. It comes to a halt and mum and Rose climb out. They stride towards us.

"Right. You've only got this until six o'clock, so get on with it." Mum told us.

"Mum, where the hell did you get that from?" I asked amused.

"Rodrigo. He owes me a favor. Never mind why, but you were right about your dad, sweetheart. He was full of mad ideas, and this is exactly what he would've done. Now, get on with it before I change my mind." She chucks the keys to Mickey, who catches them with a nod of thanks. I turn back to the TARDIS and Mickey hurries to the door of the pickup truck. One end of the chain was now fixed to the truck and the other to the to the console. Mum and Rose watches by the TARDIS doors. Mickey at the wheel and me at the console. The chain was stretching and stretching.

"Keep going!" I shouted out to mum and Rose.

"Put your foot down!" She calls to Mickey.

"Faster!" I yelled.

"Give it some more, Mickey!" The metal is beginning to creak.

"Keep going!" The chain becomes more and more taut, the metal creaking even more loudly in protest. "Keep going!" Finally, the catch rips off and the panel flies open. A blinding white light pours out. I step forward to look into the light, and it reflects onto my face. A breeze blows my hair and suddenly, the light flows into my eyes in two golden streams. The doors slam shut and the engines groan into life. The TARDIS dematerializes. I could feel the TARDIS hurtle through the time vortex with unnatural speed. The golden time vortex streams into my eyes as I stare into it as though hypnotized, a breeze blowing my hair. The TARDIS materialized back on Station Five and the doors fly open. I stood in the doorway and step out. The light curls around me when I step forward. The Doctor stumbles backwards, falling to the ground.

"What've you done?" He asked, scared. I gaze down at him, my eyes full of the light of the time vortex. When I speak, my London accent has vanished.

"I looked into the TARDIS. And the TARDIS looked into me."

"You looked into the Time Vortex - Jessamine, no one's meant to see that." the Doctor said.

"This is the abomination!"

"Exterminate!" The Dalek fires at me, I hold up my hand. The bolt freezes and reverses back into the gun. The Doctor loos at it in amazement. He stares up at me intensely.

"I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself. I take the words . . ." The words 'BAD WOLF CORPORATION' written high on the wall. I wave my hand. "I scatter them in time and space." The words 'Bad Wolf' rise from the wall and float away. "A message to lead myself here."

"Jessamine, you've got to stop this. You've got to stop this now." The Doctor said urgently. I stare straight ahead as though I hadn't heard him. "You've got the entire vortex running through your head. You're gonna burn." He stated wildly concerned. Suddenly looking at him.

"I want you safe." The Doctor was taken aback. He stares. I have the traces of tears on my cheeks. "My Doctor. Protected from the false God."

"You cannot hurt me. I am immortal."

"You are tiny. I can see the whole of time and space - every single atom of your existence, and I divide them." I raise my hand. The Dalek in the centre is separated into golden, liquid-like particles. "Everything must come to dust . . . all things. Everything dies." I look to the side, and the Daleks lined up there are reduced to golden particles. "The Time War ends."

"I will not die. I cannot die!" I stand with my arms raised, starting straight ahead of me.

"Jessamine, you've done it. Now stop. Just let go." The Doctor told me.

"How can I let go of this? I bring life." I said hushed, blissful.

"But this is wrong! You can't control life and death!" He exclaimed, terrified.

"But I can. The sun and the moon . . . the day and night." I look at him again. I felt at peace with the power flowing through me, as if I've done this before.

"The power's gonna kill you and it's my fault." he lowers his head with anguish.

"I can see everything." The Doctor raises his head again. "All that is, all that was, all that ever could be." The Doctor stands up abruptly, looking down at me as if suddenly, he understands.

"That's what I see. All the time. And doesn't it drive you mad?" He asked me. I shook my head.

"No. It feels natural." I suddenly look up at him, scared. "Why does it feel this way?" He walks closer to me.

"Come here."

"What am I?" He takes my hands.

"I think you need a Doctor." We step slowly around to face each other. The Doctor gazes into my eyes, then gently, carefully, leans down and presses his lips against mine. As we kiss, I feel the vortex flow out of me and into the Doctor. 'No!' I pulled away before he could take the last of it. We gaze at each other for a few moments before my eye's flutter close and I fall into the Doctor's arms, unconscious. I awaken, disorientated.

"What happened?" was the first thing that I asked.

"Don't you remember?" the Doctor asked, middy surprised.

"Yes, I remember just wanted to see if you'd lie to me and tell me what you want me to think happened." The Doctor stares at me and I stare back.

"I know you kept a bit of the vortex." I looked away for a moment before looking back at him.

"I was fine, you didn't have to do that." The Doctor looks away. I look down at my hands, seeing simmers of golden light going through my veins. I look back up and notice him watching me. He smiles.

"Jessamine Tyler." He gives a small laugh. "I was gonna take you to so many places. Barcelona - not the city Barcelona, the planet. You'd love it. Fantastic place - they've got dogs with no noses." He laughs at his own joke. I giggle, half rolling my eyes. "Imagine how many times a day you end up telling that joke, and it's still funny!"

"Then, why can't we go?" I asked.

"Maybe you will. And maybe I will. But not like this." He doesn't elaborate, but goes back to looking at the monitor with a vague smile on his face.

"You're not making sense!" I said, standing.

"I might never make sense again! I might have to heads. Or no head!" He laughs. I nod with a bemused smile on my face. "Imagine me with no head! And don't say that's an improvement . . ." I grin, eyes twinkling. "But it's a bit dingy, this process. You never know what you're gonna end up with —" Suddenly, he's propelled backwards with a blast of golden light. He clutches his stomach as though he's been punched. I rush forward, full of concern.

"Doctor!"

"Stay away!" He said urgently. I stop, staring at him, eyes side. The Doctor winces in pain.

"Doctor, tell me what's going on."

"I absorbed most of the energy of the Time Vortex, and no one's meant to do that!" he said still trying to keep his tone light despite being in pain. He screws up his eyes in pain, I stare at him with concern. "Every cell in my body's dying." he said serious, now.

"Can't you do something?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm doing it now! Time Lords have this little trick, it's . . . sort of a way of cheating death. Except . . ." He looks into my eyes. "It means I'm gonna change." I stare at him in realization, 'Regeneration . . . He's regenerating!' "And I'm not gonna see you again. Not like this. Not with this daft old face." he laughs, not wanting to scare me. "And before I go . . ."

"Don't say that." I said, upset. This was my fault, he was regeneration because of me.

"Jessamine. . ." I back down, listening. "Before I go, I just wanna tell you, you were fantastic." He smiles at me, so proud. "Absolutely fantastic." I look back at him, unsmiling, still upset. "And d'you know what?" I shake my head. The Doctor grins. "So was I." Finally, I smile, nodding. The Doctor smiles widely back at me for the last few moments before suddenly, he convulses and orange energy explodes from his skin, blasting out of the neck of his jumper, the sleeves of his jacket, and the bottoms of his trousers. I stagger backwards, shielding my eyes from the heat ad light, but I can't look away. I stare transfixed, as gradually, the Doctor's hair lengthens, his face changes until the energy eventually dies away and a completely new man is standing before me, still wearing his last self clothes. He looks slightly surprised for a moment, before turning to look at me. I let out a gasp, my eyes widening to the size of tea saucers.

"Hello! Okay—oo." He gulps. I took a few steps away from him, though staring at him with fascination as he runs his tongue over his teeth, brow furrowed. "New teeth. That's weird. So, where was I? Oh, that's right! Barcelona."He grins. I just stare at him with undisguised shock and a little bit of fear. Standing in front of me was not only the Doctor, but also, Barty Crouch Jr.

JTDW

Author note: Oh my gosh you guys! A Mad Man and his Bigger on the Inside Blue Box is finished! How awesome is that? So my dear readers, I hope you had a wonderful time getting to know Jessa and how she thinks and works so far cause her life is about to get a little complicated now that the Doctor isn't the man she fell in love with anymore. Will she be able to see pass Barty Crouch Jr. looks and realize that he's still the man she loves or will she lost along the way? "Be looking for the second installment: The Mad Man, the Witch, and a Blue Box.