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This is my new fic, hope you like the idea R&R!

Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own Doctor Who, maybe someday.

Prologue

She opened her honey eyes with a gasp, her hands chained to the wall behind her, scared and confused. She looked around to find herself surrounded by claustrophobic white walls, her long blonde hair covering part of her wet, naked body. The metallic neck brace on her was suffocating.

"Whe…whe…whe?" she tried to ask. She then tried to stand up, but her brain and body didn't seem to cooperate. She heard the echo of words coming from somewhere.

"Little Rose has a big blue box."

"Inside there is a big bad wolf," she finished the sentence.

Those were the word that activated her, making her brain work again. The memories flowed back. Now she remembered. She was in Torchwood. For the last three years she'd been there, in this little white room, where they experimented on her, using the Bad Wolf power remaining in her to send her away into the past, the future. 'It's for a good cause,' was the excuse they used.

"Very good, what it's your name?"

"Rose Marion Tyler," she answered looking at the camera.

"What's my name?"

"Ra…Raynolds, Captain Raynolds."

"Good, good. What did you see? When where you?"

"Can I get some clothes please?"

"Why? You know they are going to disintegrate when we send you off again. Now answer my questions."

She knew what would happen if she didn't. The collar on her neck would give her a painful electric shock. After three years of that, she was able to stand the first couple of minutes; her pain breach was high, but not high enough.

"I fell into a lake. I didn't get out in time to find out when or where I was," Rose answered, sitting on the floor, hugging her legs.

She remembered the day when everything went to hell. She was in Russia for a mission, recovering some kind of alien tech when she started to glow and disappeared. That day, Jason Mars lied to her family, saying that she died during the mission, to keep her trapped in this facility, experimenting on her, as if she were less than human.

"You have fifteen minutes to rest before we send you away," Raynolds indicated and Rose took a deep breath, falling to a chemical induced sleep.

"See? It's not that hard. Here you have all the things you are supposed to," the older black man, Jason Mars, explained to his new 'Captain Raynolds'. The young white man passed his hand through his short black hair; he was wearing his Torchwood uniform and was standing on an alert position next to him.

"Why are they all called Captain Raynolds, sir?" the young man asked.

"We change them from time to time, so they won't grow attached to her, but we keep the same name for her sake."

"I understand," he muttered, taking the screenplay in his hands.

"You must know that she has helped a lot. Usually she comes back with a lot of information. We have stopped invasions and made good alliances with extraterrestrial entities thanks to her."

"Yes, I heard that when they contacted me to be part of this project. Sir, can I ask why is it called the Bad Wolf Project?"

"Every time she disappears, every written word changes to 'Bad Wolf'. We don't know why or how; we think that the entity that lives inside her is called Bad Wolf."

"If she is powerful enough to transport herself through time and space, why doesn't she escape?"

"We keep her drugged at all times. The first week she killed Captain Alice Raynolds, the original Captain Raynolds. She just looked at the camera and turn her to dust, but don't worry, it's safe for you."

"That's comforting," he scoffed sarcastically.

"I'm not trying to be," the black man answer.

"How old is she, sir?"

"According to her Torchwood records, she is thirty-one years old, but with all the travels and the cellular regeneration, she won't age over twenty-two years."

"But what happens when she dies?"

"We think she isn't capable of dying. She has come back with wounds. Once, she came back covered in blood. She just glowed golden for a couple of hours and her skin healed. We're conducting tests to implement that on our soldiers," Jason finished with a proud smile.

"Sir, we are ready for another go," one of the agents sitting in front of a computer indicated.

"Okay Captain Raynolds, it's your time to shine," Commander Mars demanded as he walked away to review some of the last readings.

"Yes sir," Captain Raynolds said. His real name was Tony Tyler, Rose Tyler's little brother. "Please work," he whispered, kissing the key he had in his hand, the TARDIS key, for good luck. It was now hot in his hand. Pressing the black button, he sent her once more to an unknown place and time. He hoped beyond hope that the TARDIS key sent his sister to her original universe and, perhaps with a lot of luck, to the Doctor.

"Where are we going now?" Martha Jones asked her designated driver while he danced around the console room, pressing buttons and moving levers.

"We are going to..." The Doctor started to explain when the TARDIS moved, sending both of them flying away. The Doctor laughed and Martha complained about broken bones.

"Where are we?"

"I don't know, more fun that way!" He grinned. Taking his coat, he walked through the door. "Cardiff?" The Doctor looked around and, by the name of the streets, he confirmed they were in Cardiff.

"What's in Cardiff?" Martha asked looking around the street when the Doctor caught a glimpse of a man running in his direction, screaming his name.

"Nothing, we are going now." He turned around, trying to get inside the TARDIS again, but the doors were closed and wouldn't open. "Come on, we have to go, we have to go!" he argued, punching the door with his fist, trying to make his ship understand. In his desperation the Doctor didn't notice a man fighting with his news paper as the words in it made no sense to him. The words in the street and in publicity over the place were different. Just for a minute, every word changed to Bad Wolf, even the words written on the TARDIS door.

Then a scream pierced the air.

The running man stopped before changing directions and started running to where the screams were coming from.

Against all his instinct, he took Martha's hand and started running in the direction of the screams, asking for help, following Jack Harkness. When they get close enough they found a group of people reunited in a circle.

"Let me come through, I'm a doctor!" Martha yelled, pushing through the crowd. As soon as she got to the center, she found a frightened blonde girl. She was naked except for a metallic neck brace with bleeping lights. She looked around like a scared animal, trying to talk. "Calm down. It's okay, I'm a doctor. Can you tell me your name?"

As Martha was trying to communicate with the girl, the Doctor and Jack stood there, frozen.

"Impossible," the Doctor whispered.

"Rose," Jack said in complete shock. He had read in the paper that Rose Marion Tyler had died in the Canary Wharf battle a year ago.

Pushing someone away the Doctor got to Rose. He covered her with his coat and moved the hair from her face, trying to find her eyes, which was difficult as she keep looking everywhere and moaning.

"Rose...Rose. It's me, it's the Doctor."

"Doc...tor," she whispered, focusing her eyes on his before she disappeared, taking his coat with her.

"ROOOOOOOOOOSEEEE!" The Doctor screamed when his arms felt empty of her presence.

TBC

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