Author's Note: Welcome to my new fic, everyone! This is based off of a dream I had last night, actually, and I just had to write about it! Please, REVIEW if you would be interested in reading more chapters of this! I'm torn on whether or not I want to make it a project, though I do have some ideas already, so if you like it, let me know!

Doctor Who does not belong to me, obviously. I wouldn't be writing fanfiction if it did, lol.

Deep within the recesses of Rose Tyler's mind, the Bad Wolf stirred, and woke it's other half.

As Rose opened her eyes and looked blearily at the clock beside her bed, the illuminated numbers clicked over to three in the morning. In response, the woman sighed heavily and groped blindly for the cellphone beside her bed. Her hand bumped against something, and she only just avoided knocking it to the floor. Grabbing it, she realized the shape in her hand wasn't what she wanted, so she set it back down again. With a huff of annoyance, Rose propped herself up on one elbow and reached again. This time, after a moment's feeling around and nearly knocking her lamp over, she found what she was looking for.

It was an old mobile, and she'd been teased more than once by friends and coworkers for keeping it around so long, particularly since she also had a more recent phone for actual day to day usage. They thought she was sentimental, and she supposed she was, but there was another reason, the real reason she kept the ancient piece of tech around.

It was from another universe.

What was more, it could, theoretically, call anyone, anywhere, and any when in said universe.

Rose stared at her old mobile for a long moment before her thumb moved slowly across the worn and faded number pad in a pattern that had become so familiar that she shouldn't have even had to wake up to do it. It had become tradition, over time, to dial a specific number at a specific time every night...the Doctor's number, in the vain hope of somehow reaching him.

It was pathetic, it really was. Rose knew it was; after all, even the Doctor's jiggery-pokery wasn't good enough to make a phone that could call between parallel realities.

She did it anyways, though. She dialed that phone every night more faithfully than most people prayed. Every night, though, without fail, she got the same message...tonight was no different.

'We're sorry, the number you have dialed has been disconnected or...'

Rose had memorized the message by this point, and she mouthed along with it before the line automatically hung up on her, leaving the woman with a dial tone ringing in her ear. She let it go for a minute before hanging up and pressing the phone to her forehead, her eyes closed tight as she refused, as she did every night, to cry.

"I have got to stop doing this to myself." she said aloud to her empty bedroom. The darkness swallowed her words, leaving her in silence until she went to roll over and put the phone back on her night stand as she did every night...when the Bad Wolf stirred again.

That was not something that happened every night.

Rose had grown used to the Wolf's quiet, but intense presence in the back of her mind. She knew, and the Wolf knew, that it was only a small fragment of what had once made them a goddess, capable of turning entire Dalek armies to dust with a wave of a single hand. It was the last, smoldering ember of what had once been the entire time vortex running through her mortal mind. It had not fully woken until the day that Rose and the Doctor had been separated forever. That day on the beach of Bad Wolf Bay she had said a final goodbye to the man who had changed her life irrevocably, and he hadn't even been able to say the words she had been hoping to hear for so very long...

Rose tightened her eyes against the memories that came rushing back, and for once the Wolf obliged her, by brushing them gently to one side, tucking them away back where they belonged. Apparently it had more important things to tell her, so Rose waited, and listened.

The Wolf didn't wake often, but when it did, it saved usually her life, or someone else's. Premonitions of terrible events to come, an ability to remember tiny details no human should have noticed when she was desperate, and once, it had even disintegrated a bullet with her name on it.

Still, all of these things were uncommon, so Rose knew to pay attention when it pressed a memory to the forefront of her mind. It was a glimpse of her own phone's screen, but from years before, when it had still been new. A phone number stood out in stark relief beneath the caller ID labeled 'TARDIS'. She remembered this phone call. It had been the day her mother had invited the both of them back to the flat for dinner after their first run in with the Slitheen. The Doctor almost never used the TARDIS phone, and so Rose had never memorized it, hadn't even given the number itself a second thought...until now.

Heart pounding in her ears, Rose dialed the number that was now emblazoned across the inside of her eyelids with an unsteady hand. The moment of silence that came between her pressing the call button and when the distinct sound of ringing echoed around the silent room seemed to take an eternity. As it rang, for the first time since she had become trapped in this reality, Rose dropped her mobile like it had burned her. A second later, though, she was scrambling for it amongst the blankets, snatching it up and then pressing it desperately to her ear as the phone rang once...twice...three times...Rose bit her lip so hard it began to bleed, though she didn't notice.

There was a soft click at the other end of the line that echoed in Rose's ear like a gunshot.

"Hello?"

The voice on the other end wasn't the one she had been expecting, but that didn't mean that it wasn't familiar.

"Hello?" the voice asked again, the distinct, heart-achingly familiar northern accent making Rose's heart leap erratically in her chest.

She heard him mutter something, seemed to feel him go to drop the phone back on the hook with every fiber of her being "Wait!" she called, voice agonized and desperate, the force of it throwing her forward onto her hands and knees amongst sleep tossed blankets of her bed.

The handset pulled away from the hook and Rose could hear the Doctor take a breath on the other side of the line, could picture the frown of confusion on his angular face so clearly in her mind that she might as well have been standing there beside him "Who is this? How did you get this number?" he asked in the low, rolling tone that had made Rose's toes curl since the day she'd met him in that cellar basement; the day she really began to live.

All the things she had longed to say to him when they finally spoke again...not a single one would pass her lips now that she finally had him on the other end of the line.

"Look, I'm very busy, whoever you are-" He began, and Rose was suddenly able to speak again.

"Doctor, wait! Please..." Rose choked out weakly.

"...How did you get this number?" he asked again, voice dark as it rippled across space and time and directly into her ear. Rose closed her eyes and relished the sound of a voice she had thought wiped from the face of reality forever as she forced herself to breathe.

"Doctor...it's Rose." she said quietly into the receiver "It's Rose, I've been trying to contact you for so long."

There was silence at the other end for what seemed a lifetime, and then "Rose who?"

The words drove into her heart like a knife, sending agony rippling through her as a small, choked sob escaped her lips; Rose found herself sagging weakly forward until she was in the fetal position on her knees, mobile cradled in her limp hands. Of course he didn't know her. This wasn't the doctor from her universe. Even the Doctor's jiggery-pokery wasn't good enough to make a phone that could call between parallel realities. Tears welled in her eyes as she stared sightlessly at the small, brightly glowing screen that still had the word 'TARDIS' printed mockingly across it, along with the little symbol that meant the call was still in progress.

"Rose, are you alright?" the Doctor asked, and the familiar words spoken by a stranger with a familiar voice brought on a fresh wave of tears that shook Rose's narrow frame.

"No, I'm not." she admitted in a small, trembling voice that broke as the tears trailed down her face, despite the fact that she'd clamped her eyes shut tight in an attempt to keep them in. She was fighting a losing battle, though, and she couldn't restrain the sobs that escaped her then to reach the ears of the one man she had thought could fix everything.

He couldn't though. This man was a stranger to her.

"Rose." The Doctor's voice murmured from the mobile she was still cradling to her, and the concern she heard there drove the air from her lungs, forcing her into silence "I don't know you, but I tend to meet people in the wrong order-"

"No, no you've never known me." Rose managed to say after she took a deep breath and forced herself to sit up. She scrubbed at her tear-streaked face with the edge of her pajama sleeve "Sorry, this was bloody stupid, I don't know what else I was expecting." she admitted, suddenly exhausted.

"But you know me?" He asked, tone curious, and more familiar than ever as it was projected through the small, tinny speaker of her mobile.

"Not really, actually." Rose admitted with a shaky laugh. It was true, she didn't know this Doctor at all, though she could probably hazard a few educated guesses about him.

"Who are you?" he asked again, the question heavier and more important than ever.

Rose considered for a moment, and then gathered herself up and said, in a steady tone free of tears "My name is Rose Tyler, and four years ago I looked into the TARDIS, and the TARDIS looked into me. I was the Bad Wolf, I created myself."

The Doctor didn't respond, rather, after a moment during which Rose could hear only breathing, he hung up the phone with an audible click, severing the call she had been waiting to make for three years. Rose stared at the screen of her mobile as it flashed, and then went dark, leaving her blind and aching in the velvet night. Finally, she broke the silence with a strained chuckle, though she had no idea what she found so funny. Rose placed the ancient mobile back on her nightstand, then flopped bonelessly back against her pillows and closed her eyes, a sense of peace washing over her for the first time since the battle of Canary Wharf.

Thanks for reading! Remember to leave a review if you're interested in more!