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Pen name: OncomingBadWolf here. Oncoming , as in The Oncoming Storm (aka the Doctor); and BadWolf as in... well, as in The Bad Wolf (aka Rose Tyler). But you can call me Danni. Tis my name in the real world (well, actually my name in the real world in Danielle, but I prefer Danni personally).

Avator: Yeah, I made it. Ten/Rose/Ten-Two.

Me: Yes, I am rather obsessed with Doctor Who. Yes, I am a firm Doctor/Rose shipper. Yes, I do write them. A lot. Really, really a lot. Fine, fine, they're all I write. They're all I read, too. A good, well written Doctor/Rose story. Very well written actually - I have, at times, almost impossible expectations when I read a fic. I can't read bad-fic... sorry. And the line of brillaince tends to get higher as the days go by, which is probably hypocritical of me seeing as (although I don't believe I'm a bad writer) I don't think I can compare with some of the truly AMAZING fics I find on this site.

Reviews? Well, I don't flame if I don't like a story, I just don't review. Usually when I do review I do so in rapid, dumbstuck speach and huge bursts of complements. Now and then I give critisism - spelling, grammar, Americanisms etc . As for gaining reviews, well to be honest, I love them! Who doesn't? And those of you who have reviewed any of my stories, thank you so much for taking the time! And those lurkers who put me on story alert without; I know you're there! Just drop me a line, I don't bite; in fact I'll probably give you a big thank you hug! -grins-

Found? Well, over on Teapoon and My Livejournal

Pairings

Ten/Rose -My One True Pairing. And the only one I tend to write.

Nine/Rose -Loving it more and more with each day. Plus he's essencially the same man as Ten.

Eleven/Rose - I know they've never met, and Eleven isn't even here yet! But with Matt's Doctor, I can just see it.

Ten-II/Rose - I'm rather used to this idea now. Used to not like it much. Now I find it brilliant!

Jack/Donna - Ohh yeah! Should happen in canon.

Mickey/Martha - They suit each other, what with the whole unrequieted love thing, don't you think?

Owen/Rose - Don't ask where this came from. Been planning a fic with this pairing, along with Ten/Rose, & Ten getting jealous :o)..)

Owen/Gwen - Yeah. I like this one!

Owen/Martha - Can you tell I just like pairing Owen up. He is a rather nice flirt after all.

Jack/Rose - Not too much. But the whole Ten/Rose/Jack thing is actually growing on me.

Jack/Ianto - Yeah; so sweet!

Tom/Martha - Ahw, sweet, she's engaged! ...And Tom's knda hott. ;o)

Doctor Who Survey

Who is your favourite Doctor? David Tennant. What's not to like? And it has nothing to do with how in love I am with him. Nah-ah, none at all. -grins- Though I do have a large soft spot for Chris; I just can't write him. It's rather annoying.

What is your favourite episode? You want me to choose one episode? -sigh- Okay, fine... um. Satan Pit? -grins-

Who is your favourite companion? Rose, probably. No, definately. Followed by Donna, of course.

Who/what is your favourite villain/monster? Ah, the Master and that lovely bit of manic-man he has going for him.

Who do you ship? Doctor/Rose. 10/Rose or 10.2/Rose or 9/Rose or 11/Rose or 8/Rose or 7/Rose or... well, you get the picture. Though I probably enjoy 10/Rose more. Although 1/Rose might be the one I'd find a little bit wierd. Just 'coz, you know, he looks about 80...

Chris or David? Hmp, David. But, like I said, soft spot for Chris. He's fantastic, too!

Rose or Martha? Rose. Hands down.

Rose or Donna? Erm. Rose? A little more. -smiles shyly-

Donna or Martha? Donna.

Daleks or Cybermen? Daleks.

River or Reinette? Hph, River. No, no, Reinette. No, River. Wait! Ack. I hate them both. That work for you?

Who's the hottest Who celebrity? David Tennant. Who else is there? John Burrowman? Maybe... Though I do like Burn Gorman. A lot... Mm... And don't look at me like that.

What's your fave piece of Who merchandise? Uhh... Hmm. My brother has a large poster of David Tenant and a cyberman in his room. I'm thinking of stealing it... -grins evily-

How would you improve the show? Ah, you don't want to know. You do? Well, put it this way - Rose would still be in the TARDIS (and kissing 10 every other episode - or every episode actually). Donna would have her memories. And I would be dating David Tenant. Ohh, did I say that out loud?

Who's your favourite member of Torchwood? Owen. -sob- RIP

What's your favourite episode? 'Countrycide'... or 'Reset' (alright, that's not my favourite, but it's the ony one I cried for so it deserves a place somewhere)

Jack/Ianto or Jack/Gwen? Jack/Ianto

Who is your favourite Doctor from the Classic series? Tom Baker

Who is your favourite companion from the Classic series? Sarah-Jane Smith. Yup. Or... Susan.

Which Classic series character would you love to guest-star in the current series? Susan, perhaps... impossible in some ways, but not in others.

Who would you like to be the next Doctor? It's Matt Smith, everyone! I'm soo happy. He'll be amazing.

Who do you want to be the next companion? Uhm. No idea. Me, maybe? Hehe, kidding. I heard Michelle-what's-her-face, from that programme Moffatt did, is favourited for doing it. I know - very unhelpful - but I can't remember her name; damn it!

Quotes

Rose: Really though, Doctor, tell me...who are you?
The Doctor: (with a slight smile) D'you know like we were saying? About the Earth revolving? It's like when you're a kid, the first time they tell you that the world's turning and you just can't quite believe it because everything looks like it's standing still. I can feel it (taking Rose's hand). The turn of the Earth. The ground beneath our feet is spinning at a thousand miles an hour and the entire planet is hurtling around the Sun at sixty-seven thousand miles an hour, and I can feel it. We're falling through space, you and me. Clinging to the skin of this tiny little world, and if we let go... (Drops Rose's hand; pause) That's who I am. Now forget me, Rose Tyler. Go home.

The Doctor: 900 years of time and space, and I've never been slapped by someone's mother.
Rose: Your face.
The Doctor: It hurt!
Rose: You're so gay!

Rose: You've got the moves... Show me your moves.
The Doctor: Rose, I'm trying to resonate concrete.

Rose: You'll find your feet at the end of your legs. You may care to move them.

Rose/Bad Wolf: I can see everything. (The Doctor raises his head.) All that is... all that was... all that ever could be.
(The Doctor stands up abruptly, looking down at her as if suddenly, he understands.)
The Doctor: That's what I see. All the time. And doesn't it drive you mad?
Rose/Bad Wolf: (scared): My head...
The Doctor: Come here.
Rose/Bad Wolf: ...is killing me...
The Doctor: (taking her hands) I think you need a Doctor.

The Doctor: Rose, before I go, I just wanna tell you: you were fantastic, absolutely fantastic. And you know what? (pause; Rose shakes her head; the Doctor grins) So was I!

The Doctor: I'm having a neuron implosion... I need...
Jackie: What do you need?
The Doctor: I need...
Jackie: Just say it!
The Doctor: I need...
Jackie : Tell me, tell me, tell me!
The Doctor: I need...
Jackie: Painkillers!
The Doctor: I need...
Jackie : D'you need aspirin?
The Doctor: I need...
Jackie: Codeine? Paracetamol? Oh, I dunno, Pepto-Bismol?
The Doctor: I need...
Jackie: Liquid paraffin? Vitamin C, vitamin D, vitamin E?
The Doctor: I need...
Jackie: Is it food? Something simple? Bowl of soup? Nice bowl of soup? Soup and a sandwich? Bowl of soup and a nice ham sandwich?
The Doctor: I need you to shut up!
Jackie: Ooh, he hasn't changed that much, has he?

The Doctor: It's very well behaved this place. I thought there'd be happy-slapping hoodies. Happy-slapping hoodies with ASBOs. Happy-slapping hoodies with ASBOs and ringtones.

Mickey: I'm their man in Havana. I'm the technical support, I'm... oh, my God. I'm the tin dog.

Rose: How many of us have there been, travelling with you?
The Doctor: Does it matter?
Rose: (voice trembling) Yeah, it does, if I'm just the latest in a long line.
The Doctor: (stopping, hurt) As opposed to what? (He is staring at her, looking angry and hurt.)
Rose: I thought you and me were... but I obviously got it wrong. I've been to the year five billion, right, but this... now this is really seeing the future. You just leave us behind. Is that what you're going to do to me?
The Doctor: (abruptly) No. Not to you.
Rose: But Sarah Jane... you were that close to her once, and now... you never even mention her. Why not?
The Doctor: I don't age. I regenerate. But humans decay. You wither and you die. Imagine watching that happen to someone who you-- (He stops when he realizes what he was about to say.)
Rose: What, Doctor?
(The Doctor stares at her intensely, as if willing her to understand.)
The Doctor: You can spend the rest of your life with me. (Rose looks up at him, eyes shining with unshed tears.) But I can't spend the rest of mine with you. I have to live on. Alone. That's the curse of the Time Lords.

Rose: Only an idiot hangs the union flag up upside down. Shame on you!

Rose: (sing-song voice) You'll have to get a mortgage!
The Doctor: ...No.
Rose: Oh, yes.
The Doctor: I am dying. That's it. I'm dying, it's all over.

The Doctor: If you get back in touch, if you talk to Rose... just tell her... tell her I... Oh, she knows. (He falls.)

The Doctor: I've seen fake gods and bad gods and demi gods and would-be gods; out of all that - out of that whole pantheon - if I believe in one thing, just one thing... I believe in her!!

Toby/The Beast: I shall never die! The thought of me is forever! In the bleeding hearts of men - in their vanity and obsession and lust - (Rose picks up the bolt gun) Nothing shall ever destroy me. Nothing!
(Rose points the gun at the front window.)
Rose: (darkly) Go to hell. (she shoots and takes his seat belt off, sucking him into space)

The Doctor: There's a lot of things you need to get across this universe. (indicates) Warp drive... wormhole refractors... (Rose holds her hand out.) You know the thing you need most of all? You need a hand to hold. (He notices Rose's outstretched hand and takes it, grinning.)
Rose: (laughs) No! Look, I'm pointing. (points to the screen)

Rose: Who's gonna hold his hand now?

The Doctor: But here she is: Rose Tyler. (The Doctor looks Jackie up and down.) Hmm. She's not the best I've ever had. Bit too blonde. Not too steady on her pins. A lot of that. (He mimes chatting. Jackie glares at him. Yvonne laughs.) And just last week, she stared into the heart of the Time Vortex and aged fifty-seven years. But she'll do.
Jackie: I'm 40!
The Doctor: Deluded. Bless. I'll have to trade her in. Do you need anyone? She's very good at tea. Well, I say very good, I mean not bad. Well. I say not bad... anyway! Lead on. But not too fast. Her ankle's going.
(Yvonne turns to lead the way. The Doctor and Jackie follows.)
Jackie: (hisses at the Doctor) I'll show you where my ankle's going!

Rose: If these are gonna be my last words, then you're gonna listen. I met the Emperor, and I took the Time Vortex and poured it into his head and turned him into dust. Do you get that? The God of all Daleks, and I destroyed him. Ha!

Rose: I made my choice a long time ago and I'm never gonna leave you.

The Doctor: I'm burning up a sun just to say goodbye.

Rose: I lo-- (Pause. She takes a breath.) I love you.
(A shuddering sob escapes her. The Doctor gazes at her with heart-rending tenderness and devotion.)
The Doctor: Quite right, too.And I suppose... if it's my last chance to say it... (He pauses a moment, eyes locked with hers.) Rose Tyler--
(He fades away, and Rose is left alone. She screws up her face against the pain, crying into her hands.
The Doctor stands alone in the TARDIS, eyes filled with tears which are spilling down his cheeks, his mouth already open to form the words he never got to say. He swallows hard, closing his eyes.)

The Doctor: Well, sometimes I have guests. I mean some friends, travelling alongside. I had - there was recently a friend of mine. Rose, her name was, Rose. And... we were together. Anyway.

Tim Latimer: He's like fire and ice and rage. He's like the night and the storm in the heart of the sun. He's ancient and forever. He burns at the centre of time and can see the turn of the universe... and... he's wonderful.

Son of Mine: He never raised his voice. That was the worst thing - the fury of the Time Lord - and then we discovered why. Why this Doctor, who had fought with gods and demons, why he had run away from us and hidden. He was being kind. He wrapped my father in unbreakable chains forged in the heart of a dwarf star. He tricked my mother into the event horizon of a collapsing galaxy to be imprisoned there, forever. He still visits my sister, once a year, every year. I wonder if one day he might forgive her, but there she is. Can you see? He trapped her inside a mirror. Every mirror. If ever you look at your reflection and see something move behind you just for a second, that's her. That's always her. As for me, I was suspended in time and the Doctor put me to work standing over the fields of England, as their protector. We wanted to live forever. So the Doctor made sure we did.

The Doctor: People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect... but actually, from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey stuff.

The Doctor: I tracked you down with this. This is my timey-wimey detector. Goes ding when there's stuff. Also it can boil an egg at thirty paces. Whether you want it to or not, actually, so I've learned to stay away from hens. It's not pretty when they blow.

The Master: And so it came to pass…that the human race fell and the Earth was no more. And I looked down upon my new dominion as master of all and I thought it… good.

The Doctor: Oh, no, of course. You mostly went hands-free didn't you? Like, "Hey, I'm The Doctor. I can save the universe using a kettle and some string! And look at me, I'm wearing a vegetable!"

Donna: You want to mate?!

Donna: You fought her off with a water pistol? I bloody love you!

Donna: Blimey, a real proper rocket! (to the Doctor) You've a got box, he's got a farrari!

The Doctor: (to Jenny ) You're an echo, that's all; a Time Lord is so much more. A sum of knowledge; a code; a shared history... a shared suffering. Only it's gone now. All of it. Gone forever...

The Doctor: (struggling) Salt! I need something salty!
Donna: What about this?! (shows brown bag)
The Doctor: What is it?
Donna: Salt.
The Doctor: That's too salty.
Donna: Oh, that's too salty!

Donna: (carefully) The thing is, Doctor... no matter what's happening - and I'm sure it's bad, I get that. But... Rose is coming back. Isn't that good? (The Doctor does not react for a moment. Then he looks up, eyes shining.)
The Doctor: (whispers, big smile) Yeah.

Donna: Why don't you ask her yourself?

The Doctor: What do you think?
Rose (edges towards him): And... you're still you?
The Doctor (eyes twinkling): I'm still me.
(They throw their arms around each other. Rose buries her head into his shoulder.)
Donna (to Jack, jokingly): You can hug me, if you want. (Jack laughs. Seriously--) No, really, you can hug me.

Rose: When I stood on this beach, on the worst day of my life, what was the last thing you said to me? Go on, say it.
The Doctor: I said, 'Rose Tyler'.
Rose: Yeah, and how was that sentence gonna end?
The Doctor: Does it need saying? (For the record... yes, yes it did)
Rose: (turning to the clone) And you Doctor, what was the end of that sentence?
(He whispers something in her ear, and we know what it must have been for she grabs the lapel of his jacket and kisses him passionately. He kisses her back, holding her tight. The real Doctor looks on sadly, swallows hard, and turns away to the TARDIS)

The Doctor: I just want you to know, there are worlds out there, safe in the sky because of her. There are people living in the light, and singing songs of Donna Noble; a thousand, million light years away. They will never forget her, while she can never remember. (visibly upset) But for one moment... one shining moment... she was the most important woman in the whole wide universe.

Wilfred: I'll watch out for you, sir.
The Doctor: You can't ever tell her!
Wilfred: No, no, no. But every night, Doctor... when it gets dark... and the stars come out... I'll look up. On her behalf. I'll look up at the sky and think of you. (His voice breaks a little. The Doctor stands there, in the rain.)
The Doctor: Thank you.