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A/N Yep, my first Doctor Who fanfic. I started watching Doctor Who a few months ago and found myself completely besotted with the show and the incredible fandom. So, here it is: Chapter 1 of the story. Some of the quotes taken from 'Rose' and other Doctor Who episodes.

Link to Rose's outfit on my profile.

Songs for the chapter: Rose's Theme and The Doctor's Theme from The Doctor Who Original Soundtrack.

Happy Reading!

Meeting Rose

The Doctor grinned as he let the Autons corner him. He knew that he just had to duck at the right moment and they would hit the pipe behind him. The Autons raised their arms to attack and the Doctor felt someone take his hand.

"Run," the owner of the hand commanded and he obeyed on instinct.

He ran behind the woman, whose face he couldn't see. Her long golden blonde hair was blowing behind her as she ran ahead of him, her hand clasped tightly in his.

"Get in," she commanded, pushing him inside the lift and then using a sonic device to get the lift moving.

Once the lift was in motion, she turned around to look at him. "Hello, love," she smiled.

The Doctor stared at the young girl, who was maybe twenty. "Who are you then?" he asked.

The girl stared. "Oh, right, you don't know me," she said, closing her eyes briefly. "Yet," she added and opened her eyes.

The Doctor crossed his arms over his chest. "What do you mean?" he asked, feeling irritated at being left in the dark.

"Wibbly wobbly, timey wimey," she grinned and the Doctor started at his familiar phrase.

"So we meet in the future?" he asked.

"Something like that," she answered vaguely.

"What's that supposed to mean exactly?" he asked but at the precise moment, the lift pinged and opened.

"Sorry, love, no time to explain," she said, ushering him out of the elevator. "Have you got the explosive?" she asked.

The Doctor was bewildered as he took out the explosive from his leather jacket. "How did you...?" he began but she was already grabbing it from his hand and running to the central portion of the building.

He ran after her, determined to find out how she knew so much. She placed the explosive and then set it to detonation. "Come on," she grinned at him as they both ran out onto the street.

The store exploded in front of their eyes and the Doctor looked at the girl who was watching with a small smile. "There, that's done," she said as she let go of his hand that the Doctor wasn't even aware he was holding.

"Wait, hold on," the Doctor called as she turned away from him.

She turned around and smiled. "Yes, love?"

"You never said who you were," he said, feeling his hearts thudding against his chest.

She smiled mysteriously. "Don't worry, love. You'll see me again."

The Doctor watched wordlessly as she placed a hand on his cheek. He glanced at her clear brown eyes flecked with gold and shining with something he couldn't place. "Goodbye," she whispered as she turned away abruptly and walked away.

The Doctor was left staring at her retreating back as his cheek tingled with the memory of her feather-light touch. Giving himself a shake, he walked towards the alley where he had parked the TARDIS.

Even though he had stopped the Autons, he knew that the job was far from over. He still had to trace the Nestene Consciousness. However, that was easier said than done. He had no idea how to get a signal. The screen of the TARDIS pinged with a message.

Thinking it was probably a distress signal or something, he opened it. The Doctor stared at it and found both his hearts grow cold. It was written in Old High Gallifreyan. How was that possible? He was the last one left and besides not many Time Lords could read or write Old High Gallifreyan. He pushed back the tide of emotions as he read the message.

Hello love,

I've sent the co-ordinates of the Nestene Consciousness to the TARDIS. See you there.

Bad Wolf

The Doctor stared at it. Bad Wolf? Who or what was Bad Wolf? He checked the TARDIS and saw that the coordinates had indeed been sent. The only thing he recognised from the message was the greeting. 'Hello, love'. The mysterious woman had called him 'love'.

Was she the Bad Wolf? Or was this a trap? The Doctor pondered over the possibilities as he got the TARDIS ready for flight. He sighed as the TARDIS took flight. Trap or not, he was going to go anyway. He had to find the truth.

"I seek audience with the Nestene Consciousness under peaceful contract. According to convention 15 of the Shadow Proclamation," he said calmly and heard for its assent. "Thank you. That I might have permission to approach," the Doctor continued.

"Am I addressing the Consciousness? Thank you. If I might observe, you infiltrated this civilization by means of warped, shunt technology. So, may I suggest, with the greatest respect, that you shunt off?" he said cheerfully, with an underlying hint of threat.

The Consciousness shook its head and began blubbering about its rights. "Oh don't give me that, it's an invasion! Plain and simple! Don't talk about constitutional rights!" he implored.

The Consciousness interrupted angrily, shaking its head.

"I - am - talking! This planet is just starting. These stupid little people have only just learnt how to walk, but they're capable of so much more. I'm asking you on their behalf - please, just go," he pleaded.

He suddenly felt two Autons grab him from behind. One of them took the anti-plastic out of his jacket pocket. Bloody hell, the Doctor thought as he tried to backtrack. "That was just insurance! I wasn't going to USE it," he said desperately.

The next minute, he felt someone push into the Autons and the two Autons dropped onto the Consciousness with the anti-plastic. The Consciousness howled in pain as it diminished and then died. The Doctor saw the girl swinging from a chain, grinning madly at him.

She swung back to the ledge and the Doctor caught her in his arms. "Sorry I'm late, love," she smiled as he placed her back on her feet.

The Doctor smiled, despite himself, her smile was infectious. He was about to let loose the barrage of questions he had but she held up a hand. "Let's get out of here first. This place is about to blow."

Sure enough, the chamber was collapsing as they spoke. They ran outside and back to the TARDIS. The girl gave a cry of delight as she patted the outside of the police box lovingly. The Doctor was astonished as he heard the TARDIS hum in his head with what sounded clearly like happiness.

"Who are you?" the Doctor asked her.

"Bad Wolf," she answered. "But you call me Rose."

The Doctor stared at her. "How do I know you?" he asked.

Rose smiled. "It's a long story," she said.

"I have time," he said wryly.

Rose grinned and shook her head. "It's not a story to be told," she said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.

"It's a story to be lived," she said seriously.

"So, you're just going to pop up during random points in my timeline?" the Doctor asked sarcastically.

To his surprise, she nodded. "That's exactly what I'm going to do."

"Who are you?" the Doctor asked and this time the question was loaded with a lot of meaning.

Rose smiled again. "You call me an impossible thing," she winked cheekily and the Doctor gave a small smile. She turned serious again. "I'm someone you trust," she answered.

"But I don't even know you," he protested.

"But you will," she answered.

The Doctor had a thousand other questions but Rose jumped suddenly. "I've got to go. See you then, love," she said. To the Doctor's greatest surprise, she hugged him tightly and he found himself hugging her back. She pulled away far too quickly for the Doctor's liking.

"When will I see you again?" he found himself asking.

Rose smiled softly at him, her eyes melting at his words. "Soon, my love," she said and walked away.

The Doctor watched as she walked to the end of the road and then turned around a corner. He sighed deeply as he opened the door of the TARDIS and stepped inside. He had more questions than answers at this point and he didn't like it. But there was something missing.

It was only after he had put the TARDIS in the vortex that he realised that it was the absence of the usual sting of loneliness.

A/N So, how was it? A short chapter but they will get longer as the story progresses. Link to Rose's outfit on my profile. Review...