AN: Hey-o! So, I'm going to be honest. I'm not really all that happy with this one. But I finally realized how I wanted to address the prompt, and I really wanted to just get the piece of junk typed, and ya. I'm sorry that the updating has been weird lately, but I hope to have the next chapter up within a day or two. School starts Wednesday, though (please just put me out of my misery) and I have no idea how often I'll be able to write. This chapter takes place a little bit after Quin is born, and it has minor spoilers for "The Day of the Doctor" aka the 50th Anniversary special. Big thank you to all the readers, reviewers, followers, and/or favoriters, with special thanks this time to Truebluetardis, thequeenfangirl, Guest, Rose's Companion, DragonsAddicted, Raineh14, Guest, 5, and MakorraLove97 for their reviews.

DISCLAIMER: Let me see here... *checks pockets* Nope, wait, I'll just... *busts open piggy bank* Now, I could have sworn- *checks literally everywhere* Nope. I don't have a magical piece of paper that gives me the rights to Doctor Who. :-(

"Bad Wolf No More"

Prompt from Imawriteareview: Can you also do something about like 'Bad Wolf' taking over Roses mind, I felt like that problem was never really fully solved and that there wasn't a big conflict in the story just small ones leading up to something big but nothing ever really came. Like, not humans not being able to have Time Lord babies but something bigger. I felt like before the wedding or after they had the baby the evil 'Bad Wolf' takes over her mind or something.

ROSE awoke to the most excruciating pain she'd ever experienced. Behind her eyes her head was thumping like a drum, and she felt something akin to fire every time she blinked. She blindly reached for the Doctor next to her, not wanting to worry him but seriously needing comfort. Or not-legal-on-Earth alien painkillers. Both would be best, but definitely one of the two. "Doctor," she said, smacking the alien beside her.

He grumbled a bit and mumbled, "Rose…" before rolling over onto his stomach and snoring softly again.

Another shock of pain reared its ugly head, making her gasp and clutch either side of her head. "Doctor!"

"Wha?" the Doctor said as he bolted up. He had his hands at her temples as soon as he saw she was in pain, but he was forced to snap back due to something in her mind. "Rose, what's wrong?" he asked half-panicked.

"I- I dunno…" She was shaking her head frantically, her hands clawing at her hair, feeling the overwhelming need to do something. "My head!" she sobbed, and she only just became aware of the tracks of tears streaming down her face.

"Rose, Rose talk to me. Rose, what's wrong?" The Doctor tried to see into her mind once more, but when Rose opened her eyes again they flashed gold. "No…" he breathed.

Rose's face was now devoid of panic, a smirk replacing her pained grimace. "What? What could possibly be wrong, Doctor?" The way that she drew his name out, the condescending, taunting tone, let him know immediately that whoever this was, it was not his Rose.

"Who are you?" he demanded, his face heralding the Oncoming Storm.

"Oh, silly Doctor. You don't remember me, do you?" Her face had a falsely-concerned pout, but her face once again melted into a smirk as she replied. "What's wrong? Are you afraid of the big Bad Wolf?"

The Doctor's face took on a look of complete horror. "No, you can't be here. Rose is a Time Lord now, there's no point of you being here."

The laughter that would usually have warmed him from the inside now made his blood feel like ice. "Oh, my silly Doctor. I've always been here. Ever since she absorbed me into her head. And I don't fancy leaving just yet. You never know, she might need me. What if you run into the Cybermen? Or the Daleks?" Her eyes turned cold as she added, "Or even your dear Koschei?"

The Doctor shook his head resolutely and replied, "No. Rose doesn't need you anymore, and she will never need you again. You were just there for when she couldn't contain the Time Vortex energy. But now that she's a Time Lord-"

"Now that she's a Time Lord," she testily interrupted. "The only difference is that we both have equal right to her mind. I am just as important as she is."

The Doctor let out a cold and hollow laugh at that. "Right, and Jack's the queen of Sheba."

"No, no, my dear Doctor, don't play games. I'm perfectly serious. Without me, your precious Rose would have died a long time ago. She may not need me anymore, but I need her. I need a body, Doctor. And I've earned it."

"No," he replied incredulously. "Rose's body isn't just something you can earn! It's hers, and no one has a right to it but her. Now get out."

"No. I can't be without her, Doctor. And after all I've done for you…"

"What do you mean 'all you've done for me'?! You've done nothing but take over Rose's mind and threaten to compress her to death."

Bad Wolf looked at him in puzzlement, but then a cold, heartless laugh came forth. "You don't remember, do you? I suppose it has been quite a while for you, but I'm insulted that you don't remember me."

Suddenly, her hands were on his temples, and images flashed before his eyes. He saw Rose- "In this form I'm called… Bad Wolf"- and an old, abandoned home on Gallifrey. He saw something called "The Moment", and two other man that seemed strangely familiar, one and old warrior and one a young man in a fez. These were bits and pieces of memories from the last day of the Time War, and they swirled around in his mind, each one tinted gold, but as soon as she pulled her hands back they began to fade, like a dream that leaves as soon as you wake up.

"Just because you were there, it doesn't make this right!"

"I don't care about what's 'right', Doctor. It's the simple fact that I helped you, saved Rose's life, and all that I'm asking for is a bit of space. Just let me stay here."

"You know I can't do that."

Bad Wolf sighed, shaking her head and smiling coldly. "I knew you wouldn't listen to that. Let me put it this way, though, Doctor: if you make me leave, you'll be killing me. You'd be my murdered, dear Doctor. Would you really be able to do that? To compress me and kill me?"

The Doctor seemed to war with himself for a bit, and he grew more and more frustrated as her smirk returned full-force.

"That's what I thought," she said when it became obvious to her that he wouldn't reply. "Now that that's done with-"

"No."

She blinked at him in surprise, and her confusion only grew when she saw that his face was completely blank of emotion. "No what?"

"No more."

She snorted in amusement at that, but that was immediately stopped as his hands came to the sides of her head, and she felt him enter her mind. Thirteen voices, all from the Doctor's past, present, and future, chorused, "No more." It repeated like a mantra through both of their minds, and he could feel the Bad Wolf begin to fade away.

"No," she softly roared, her voice sounding fierce and complex. Her eyes flashed a bright and dangerous gold, and her hair began to move of its own accord, almost like it was starting to float. The gold of her eyes faded a bit and the glowing stopped, but her voice retained its ferocity and strength. "If you're going to compress me- to murder me- then look me in the eyes."

And he did. He met her stare and never faltered with it, even as he heard her pained screams echoing in his mind, and even as he felt her eyes fade from gold to honey and finally to Rose's warm chestnut brown. She sagged against him as soon as it was done, and he knew she'd be exhausted in the morning. He knew she'd forgive him if she knew what he'd done, because he'd done it for her, but he hoped she wouldn't remember.

She shuddered a bit, bringing him from his thoughts. He tucked her in snugly and pulled her on top of him, cuddling her and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Goodnight, my Rose." She smiled a bit in her sleep and the Doctor knew that he'd made the right decision. He watched over her for the rest of the night, and she never stirred.

AN: So... that happened. Anyway, on to happier things. Random Question of the Update: Favorite song and/or band? For me it's "Dragostea Din Tei" by O-Zone, and Imagine Dragons.

ALSO: I would like to humbly request more prompts. I'm kind of running low-ish, but it's making me panic nonetheless. I love hearing from you guys, and all of your ideas are the equivalent of solid gold. Huge thank-you to all those that prompt, and for any and all that prompt I promise virtual souffles, fish fingers and custard, and bananas.