This is probably the worst story I've ever written. I am really disgusted with myself. Please feel free to stop reading.

Anyway, here it is.

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who

The Doctor barely listened to Martha as she haltingly told the Master of their success, even as the plan commenced and he was returned to his regular state, he paid hardly any attention to what was happening. Instead, his whole being was focused on the woman.

It was impossible, he was sure. The woman lounging in that chair could not be who he thought she was. Those pink trainers could not be scuffed along the edges just like the hundreds of pairs back in the TARDIS. And that lock of hair that just fell from the depths of the hood, onto her shoulder could not be the same color blonde that had been haunting him for years. And no way was it at all possible that the voice that echoed like time belonged to Rose Tyler. It was simply impossible.

When the Master began shouting and rummaging through his pockets as though looking for something, the Doctor watched as the woman who could not possibly be Rose stood up, reached into her pocket, and pulled out two objects.

"Are you looking for these?" She asked, and her lips twitched up into another smirk. In her hands she held the Master's laser screwdriver and some sort of remote control. The Master made a lunge at her, hoping to catch the woman off guard, but before he had even completed the motion, she had clenched her fists around the objects and crushed them to golden dust, which she let slowly fall through her fingers to the floor.

She turned to face him directly, hood still obscuring her face. Her voice, which had been soft and sweet up until then, turned suddenly almost menacing, the underlying power shining through. "Give me one good reason I shouldn't turn you to dust as well."

The Master, for his part, did seem a bit cowed for a moment, but soon was unfazed. "Listen here, Little Miss Red, I don't know who you are, but mark my words, I will find out." He strode purposefully towards her until he stood directly in front of her. "And when I do, you won't be able to move, let alone do your little magic tricks. When I'm done with you, you won't even be able to remember your days of carrying baskets full of goodies to sick grandmothers."

The woman stood there for a second, her mouth slowly sliding into a grin which seemed more predator than prey. "I told you already, Master. You've got my character all wrong." She reached up and grabbed her hood, pulling it down as she spoke her next words. "I'm the Big. Bad. Wolf."

If the Master had been able to look away from the woman's glowing eyes and wolfish grin, he may have seen the Doctor's face go blank with shock. If he hadn't been suddenly fearing for every moment of his existence, he may have heard the immortal Captain Jack Harkness' exclamation of 'Rose!' and Martha Jones' intake of breath. As it were, the Master was too busy looking into the eyes of Time herself.

I am really quite disappointed with this story. Unfortunately, people have set this to their alerts, whick makes me think they actually want to read more of it. So, feel free to feast on my worst story yet. Just don't sue me when it kills off brain cells.

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