She awoke with a scream, gasping in the air like a man woman as her fists clenched the white sheets covering her body.

She paused, and looked around. Where was she?

The room was lit with a florescent and rather bright light, one bulb suspended high on the ceiling. The floors were gray and a solid tile, the walls white and spotless. There was one door in the center of one of the walls, the cot faced its metal frame. A tinted window was the center and a metal handle occupied one side.

The bed itself was a cot, a white knit blanket crumpled at the foot of it and the sheet a scratchy fabric. She was dressed in white as well, a sort of upgraded hospital gown with pants instead of a skirt. On her chest was a black label, and on that it read BW1006.

Last she remembered she had been with the doctor, her brain was fuzzy but she could remember something about disappearing children. It felt almost like she had been asleep for a while, as if she was stuck in a dream. But first thing was first, where was she?

She got to her feet and winced at the cold feeling which danced up her body. Her feet were bare, and her pink toes looked up at her, stark against the dull colors of the room. She made a beline for the door, not surprised to find it locked with no keyhole or deadbolt.

"Hello! Can anyone hear me?" She called out loudly, her voice hoarse and cracked. "I demand to be let out!" The only answer was a slight echo bouncing around her practical prison. "This is illegal!" She continued, pounding her fists against the steel. "Anyone! Is anyone there?"

No reply met her, and she sunk to her knees, her back against the door. "I need to find the doctor." She told herself and shivered. "Where is the doctor?" The creaking of the door startled her musings and suddenly there was air behind her back and she tilted only to land against a pair of cold legs. She looked up to see a woman in a white nurse uniform, holding a metal tray full of food. She rocked onto her feet and pointed an accusing finger.

"Who the hell are you?" She asked and stepped back as the woman rolled the cart into the room. "I'm not joking around here! Who are you and why am I here?"

"Rose Tyler?" The emotionless but obviously human voice asked, the woman making direct eye contact her own blue irises, no malicious intent to be seen except slight pity. Her voice was American, the accent specific and recognizable.

"Yes, that's me." She droned off as the woman let go of the cart and turned to leave.

"That is your breakfast," She said crisply and started to close the door. "The doctor will be in to see you soon."

"The doctor!" Rose darted for the door but was too slow. "What about the doctor?" She called and glared mistrustingly at the food. "Where is he?"

But there was no reply.

That was when she saw it. In bold letters, the logo on the side of the small metal cart.

Bad Wolf Mental Institute, IL, USA

I apologize for how short it is!

So this will be a AU fanfiction with a different sort of plot... but don't fear the romance will be soon to come.

Consider this the prologue, a sneak peak of a chapter you will.

There will be much more to read in Chapter two, and as always thanks for reading :D