(( AN: Hello and welcome! I hope you're ready for a pinch of angst, a dash of romance, tons of adventure, and a copious amount of timey-wimey wibbly-wobblyness. This has been a complicated fanfic to create, so I hope you guys enjoy it.

This fanfic is currently completely written, so expect fairly steady updates, Sundays and Wednesdays! It's also technically a sequel to my previous Doctor Who fanfic, A Madwoman and her Box, but you don't need to have read that to enjoy this. Oh! And if you know Rose's secret from that fic, don't spoil it!

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Prologue.

Two months in the future...

I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself.

The woman was suspended in mid-air, her hair whipping about her and tendrils of white-gold twisting their way in a delicate halo. Where her eyes had been there was only the burning gold of twin suns, her hands hanging loose at her sides. And all around her was destruction, the light curling into whipping winds that vibrated the very walls of the TARDIS, the center console peeled back from the gaping hole as if a supernatural force had simply punched its way through the machine to the very center of it. It burned like a supernova, but even as it burned it was being drained, the light sucked out from it into the golden-eyed woman.

She raised her hands slowly and the fury of the maelstrom increased. The lights along the walls of the ship shattered with a crescendo of sharp popping sounds, the shards of glass propelled against metal and skin alike, heedless of the figures hunched against the far wall.

"Rose!" the dark-haired woman pushed forward against the wind, trying but unable to make any headway against the vengeful maelstrom. "Stop this! You're going to destroy everything, Rose! He wouldn't want that!"

I will have him safe. I will have him alive once more.

There, on the floor in front of her, was a rumpled form in a blue pinstripe suit, unmoving. The curls of light fell along his still form with all the tenderness of a lover's carress, protecting him from the debris-laden winds. The same winds that battered the dark-haired woman even as she stood, and the other woman hunched against the wall, arm flung over her head protectively.

"He's gone! You have to let him go!" the woman yelled, shoving her way to her feet, even as she pulled a slim silver cylinder from her belt and leveled it at the being that had once been Rose.

The golden-eyed goddess raised her hands further. The TARDIS groaned from the strain of containing her, the walls buckling with the force of her fury, her winds and her light. It was more than that - she was warping the very fabric of time, tearing it apart as casually as she'd ripped into the heart of the white-and-silver ship.

I take Time into my hands. I take reality and I mold it. It will be as I will it.

"Stop, Rose!" The woman's voice caught, breaking in anguish. "Please!"

The being that had once been Rose glanced over her shoulder, tears streaking down her cheeks. For a moment - for a precious second - the light dimmed and the woman thought that perhaps - perhaps she'd gotten through to her. But then a single tear slipped from her chin and fell, a meteor coursing through the air as it splattered into the palm of the man's hand - a cold, still hand.

The moment was gone and the cacophony that was the Bad Wolf howled in pain and fury and loss, pulling the heart of the TARDIS and pouring it into her own chest. She was going to destroy herself, and with it, everything in existence.

The raven-haired woman held the slim cylinder aloft for a moment more. One shot - all it would take would be one shot with the laser setting and it'd be over. The universe, all of reality, would be safe. But Rose... The pen wavered, then with a soft sigh, she lowered it. She couldn't. Not Rose, not after all they'd been through...

She dropped to her knees, turning to the red-headed woman clinging to the side of the TARDIS and pulling her into a protective embrace.

"What c'n we do?" the woman gasped.

The dark-haired woman pulled a leather band with a set of silver dials and knobs on it from her pocket, slapping it on her wrist. She started twisting dials rapidly, glancing over her shoulder before looking back at her companion.

"Right now?" Her sky blue eyes traveled back to the goddess floating mid-air, ripping apart space and time in her rage, her lover dead at her feet. She grabbed her companion's hand and wrapped it around the device on her wrist before replying, her voice tight. "Something crazy."

Then, with a flash of electricity, they were gone.