The Wolf and The Flower @mia_marauder_potter
Bad Wolf

And… we're here.

I also want to make it clear that for the last few chapters I've written, I've been sick. I have sick brain. I place full blame for any weirdness on my sick brain. I expect it'll last maybe a week longer, considering how long my fiance was sick for, so it might be a couple more chapters. We'll see.


Bad Wolf

"What is it?" the Doctor asked in a panic, getting to his feet. "What's happening?" He slammed through the door and promptly fell back down onto a rather fluffy carpet.

"Oh my god," a woman gasped, rushing over to him. "I don't believe it! They never said you were coming." She helped him up, holding onto him until he was steady again. As soon as he felt okay, he fell straight over again onto his face. "Oh, that's the transmat. Scrambles your head - I was sick for days. So… what's your name then, sweetheart?"

"The Doctor," he answered once he was standing again. "I was… I don't know what happened."

"You got chosen," the woman nodded.

"Chosen for what?"

"You're a housemate! You're in the house, isn't that brilliant?"

The Doctor looked around as a man and another woman began to complain, his colorful surroundings only serving to confuse him more.

"Will the Doctor please come to the diary room?" A robotic voice called. A door slid open and he found himself in a room with a large red chair, no less confused than before. "You are live on channel 44,000. Please do not swear."

"You have got to be kidding me."


"What happened?"

"It's alright," a familiar man said. "It's the transmat. Does your head in. Get a bit of amnesia. What's your name?"

"Rose Tyler," she answered, getting to her feet. Her gut twisted painfully. She wasn't ready for this. She wanted more, she needed more before… this.

"Just remember," he said. "Do what the android says. Don't provoke it. The android's word is the law."

"Yeah, thanks," she muttered, glancing past him. She was fairly confident in her ability to hold her own between her time at Torchwood in Pete's World and the things she'd learned with the Doctor since being back. Still, she was unsure what she should do. Not knowing the answers had kept her alive for quite a while the first time, but she also knew that if she got everything right, it ran the risk of getting someone else killed, and she also was unsure if her potentially not being sent to the Dalek ship would change things.

"Positions everyone, thank you!"

She followed him back to the stage where they'd spend the next half hour and spotted their names next to one another - Rose and Roderick. They took their places and she prepared herself for the questions she'd be given.


"Doctor, they said all housemates must gather on the sofa," Lynda told him, looking worried. "You've got to."

"I'm busy getting out, thanks," the Doctor replied, fiddling with the sonic. Really he was focusing on his bond with Rose, but all he felt from her was a sort of resigned horror. It didn't help his nerves much.

"But if you don't obey then all the housemates get punished," she pointed out.

He lowered the sonic and made his way to the couch. "Well, maybe I'll be voted out then."

"How stupid are you? You've only just joined - you're not eligible," Strood sneered.

"Don't try anything clever or we all get it in the neck," Lynda warned him.

"Big Brother house, this is Davinadroid. Crosbie, Lynda, and Strood, you have all been nominated for eviction," the voice called. The three held hands nervously as the Doctor watched, confused by their seriousness. "And the eighth person to be evicted is… Crosbie!"

"I'm sorry," Lynda gasped, leaning over to hug the girl. "I'm sorry!"

"It should've been me," Strood said, although he didn't look too apologetic. "That's not fair, Crosbie."

"Crosbie, you have ten seconds to make your farewells, and then we're gonna get you!"

The group moved to the door, talking the whole way. Finally, the Doctor heard the door open.

"Crosbie, please leave the Big Brother house."

"By then," Crosbie whispered. "Bye, Lynda."

She made her way out and the door closed, locking her into the small hallway.

"I don't believe it, Crosbie," Lynda whispered, crying quietly. The Doctor leaned up, tired of the dramatics.

"It's only a game show, she'll make a fortune on the outside! Sell her story, release a record, fitness video, all of that. She'll be laughing."

"What do you mean on the outside?" Lynda asked, horrified. The screen turned on again, this time showing the girl standing between the white walls.

"Here we go," Strood muttered, rushing back to the couch. They sat and waited, the Doctor growing more confused and impatient by the second.

"Well, what are they waiting for? Why don't they just let her go?"

"Stop it," Lynda scolded. "It's not funny."

"Eviction in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1."

And with that, a white beam shot into Crosbie. She disintegrated before their eyes.

"What was that?" the Doctor asked with a frown.

"Disintegrator beam," Strood answered. The Doctor looked at him in horror.

"She's been evicted," Lynda told him. "From life."

The Doctor shot to his feet, turning in circles as he processed. "Are you insane? You just step right into the disintegrator? Is it that important, getting your face on the telly? Is it worth dying for?"

"You're talking like we've got a choice," Lynda yelled back, getting to her feet now as well.

"I thought you had to apply," he blinked.

"Don't be so stupid," Strood snarled. "That's how they played it centuries back."

"You get chosen whether you like it or not," Lynda clarified. "Everyone on earth is a potential contestant. The transmat beam picks you out at random. And it's nonstop, there are sixty Big Brother houses running all at once."

"How many? Sixty?" the Doctor asked, eyes wide.

"They've had to cut back," Strood shook his head. "It's not what it was."

"It's a charnel house!" the Doctor screamed angrily. "What about the winners? What do they get?"

"They get to live," Lynda nodded.

"Is that it?"

"Well, isn't that enough?"

The Doctor felt a pulse of fear through the bond and shook himself, pushing past them toward the door. "Rose is out there. She got caught in the transmat, she's a contestant. Time I got out… That other contestant, Linda with an 'i' she was evicted for what?"

"Damage to property," Lynda replied.

"What, like this?" The Doctor aimed his sonic at a camera making it spark as he broke it.

"Doctor, you've broken the house rules. Big Brother has no choice but to evict you. You have ten seconds to make your farewells and then we're gonna get you!"

The Doctor threw his arms up in victory, smiling at Lynda before he jumped up and ran back to the door. "That's more like it! Come on then, open up!"

"You're mad, it's like you wanna die!" Lynda accused.

"I reckon he's a plant, he was only brought in to stir things up," Strood reasoned.

"Doctor, please leave the Big Brother house."

He did as they said and spent a solid ten seconds antagonizing the ceiling, begging to be killed. The countdown sounded and nothing happened, just as he'd expected.

"I knew it! Someone brought me into this game. If they wanted me dead, they could've transmatted me into a volcano… maybe security isn't as tight this end." He pressed his sonic to the door and found that it opened easily. "You following this? I'm getting out!"

Both doors opened and the Doctor turned around to look at Lynda. "Come with me."

"We're not allowed, I can't."

"Right," he shrugged impatiently. "Well, I've got to go. My friend is in danger."

"Good luck!"

"And good luck to you, Lynda with a 'y!'"

With that, he stepped through the door and closed it behind him, taking a look around. "Hold on… I've been here before. This is Satellite Five!"


Rose flinched as the last person aside from her and Roderick was disintegrated. His scream rang in her ear and she couldn't help but feel like maybe it was her fault. She'd been playing to win after a battle with herself, but even with her extensive knowledge - all the knowledge beyond a normal 21st-century human - she was certain she wouldn't win.

"That leaves Rose and Roderick. You're going head to head. Let's play the Weakest Link!"

"Right," Roderick looked at her. "That's the end of tactical voting."


"Found her! Floor 407!"

"Let's go," Jack nodded. The two made their way to the elevators and shared an extremely impatient ride. The doors opened and they ran as fast as they could to game room six. The Doctor felt an odd acceptance from Rose and panicked in return. They could hear the game ending and he knew she'd lost.

He slammed the door open and ran as fast as he could, catching sight of her. She just smiled at him, though he could see how nervous she was.

"It's okay," she called over the sound of the Anne Droid. "I'll be okay."

"No, no you won't!" He yelled. "Rose, run!"

It was too late, though, and they watched in horror as she was hit with the same beam as the others and disappeared.


It took truthfully very little effort for the Doctor and Jack to escape from the small prison they'd been taken to, and when they had, they grabbed guns and marched to the elevator, pressing the button for floor 500. When the doors opened, they pointed the guns at the workers.

"Okay, move away from the desk," Jack instructed. "Nobody try anything clever. Everybody clear. Stand to the side and stay there."

The Doctor pointed his gun at the Controller, the Oncoming Storm taking over. Of course, he knew Rose was alive, he could still feel her, but he still didn't know where she was or how much trouble she was in. "Who's in charge of this place? This Satellite is more than a game station. Where is Rose Tyler?"

The Controller continued her quiet conversation with herself, not looking at the Doctor.

"I want an answer!"

"She can't reply," a man nearby said. The Doctor spun around and he backed up a little. "Don't shoot!"

"Oh, don't be so thick," the Doctor tossed the gun at the man. "Like I was ever gonna shoot. Captain, we've got more guards on the way up. Secure the exits."

"Yes, sir!"

"You," the Doctor turned back to the man that was now holding his gun. "What were you saying?"

"But… I've got your gun."

He rolled his eyes. "Okay, so shoot me. Why can't she answer?"

"She's, um," he looked between the gun and the Doctor. "Can I put this down?"

"If you want, just hurry up."

"Thanks," he set it on a chair before turning back to the Doctor. "Sorry, um. The Controller is linked into the transmissions. The entire output goes through her brain. You're not a member of staff, so she doesn't recognize your existence."

"What's her name?"

"I don't know," he admitted. "She was installed when she was five. It's the only life she's ever known."

"Doors sealed. We should be safe for about ten minutes," Jack told the Doctor.

"Keep an eye on them!"

"But that stuff you were saying about stuff going on at the Game Station… I think you're right. I've kept a log. Unauthorized transmats, encrypted signals, it's been going on for years."

"Show me."

"You're not allowed in there!" The woman standing next to the somewhat helpful man yelled at Jack. "Archive six is out of bounds!"

"Do I look like an out of bounds kind of guy?" Jack asked with an eyebrow raised. He made his way into the room while the Doctor stayed behind.

"Solar flare activity in Delta .015," the Controller called out, louder than her usual mumbling.

"If you're not holding us hostage, then let us out," the woman demanded. "The staff are terrified."

"That's the same staff who execute hundreds of contestants every day?" the Doctor asked, not feeling particularly sorry.

"That's not our fault. We're just doing our jobs," she defended.

"And with that sentence, you just lost the right to even talk to me, now back off!"

The screens turned to static and the Doctor looked around, confused.

"That's just the solar flares," the man from before said. "They interfere with the broadcast signal so this place automatically powers down. Planet earth gets a few repeats. It's all quite normal."

"Doctor," the Controller whispered.

"Doctor," the woman said.

"Whatever it is, you can wait," he replied sharply, not interested in talking to her again.

"I think she wants you," she told him. He turned around to look at the Controller to find that she was definitely saying his name.

"Doctor. Doctor, where's the Doctor?"

"I'm here!" he told her, running in front of her.

"Can't see. Blind, so blind," she told him. She sounded panicked although her face remined the same lost expression. "All my life blind, all I can see is numbers. But I saw you."

"What do you want?"

"Solar flares hiding me, they can't hear me. My Masters listen but they can't hear me now. The sun is so bright."

The Doctor frowned. He was finally getting somewhere. "Who are your masters?"

"They wired my head, the name's forbidden. They control my thoughts. My Masters. I had to be careful. They monitor transmissions but they don't watch the programmes," she explained, and he realized who had brought them there finally. "I could hide you in the games. I knew that you'd find me."

"My friend is lost," he told her. "Where is she?"

"Doesn't matter," she shook her head.

"Don't you dare tell me that!" he snapped.

"They've been hiding. My Masters, hiding in the dark space. Watching and shaping the earth, so many years," she explained. She sounded scared, and he didn't blame her. Whatever was going on seemed larger than he'd thought, though that could've been guessed by the Bad Wolf corperation. "Always been there, guiding humanity. Hundreds and hundreds of years."

"Who are they?"

"They wait and plan and grow in numbers. They're strong now. So strong, my Masters."

"Who are they?" the Doctor repeated, irritated.

"But they speak of you, my Masters," she looked down now, and he wondered if she could see him. "They fear the Doctor."

"Tell me, who are they?" he snapped, stepping forward. It was too late though, and she tensed, her head rolling back as the solar flare ended and the screens came back online. He turned around to the workers. "When is the next solar flare?"

"Two years' time," the man answered.

"Fat lot of good that is!"

"Found the TARDIS," Jack shouted, rushing back into the room.

"We're not leaving now."

"No," Jack agreed. "But the TARDIS worked it out. You'll wanna watch this." The Doctor turned around as Jack pulled the man out of his chair and waved him to a spot between the computers. "Everybody watching?"

"What is this?" the man asked nervously, though he didn't move.

"Okay, three, two, one…" Jack pressed a button and the Doctor watched as the beam hit the man. The Doctor winced as a pile of dust was left behind. "And now…" he pressed another button, bringing him back to the station. The Doctor nodded, and Jack stared. "Don't you get it? Rose is still alive!"

"Yeah, I know."

"You know?"

He tapped his head.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Jack yelled, furious.

"Well, you didn't ask!" he shouted back. "Now, can you use that to track her?"

"I think so."

"Doctor!" the Controller yelled. "Coordinates 5.6.1."

"Don't," he interrupted. "The solar flare's gone, they'll hear you!

"-434. No, my Masters, no! I defy you!" She screamed as if she were in pain. "Sigma 77-,"

She was cut off by another scream and the Doctor looked up to see her be teleported out. With no time to process the loss, he continued on. The man that had been helping him so far gave him some numbers to try, guessing them from the unscheduled transmissions and transmats. Which, of course, prompted Jack to flirt.

"Thanks. Captain Jack Harkness, by the way," he said with his usual grin.

"I'm Davitch Pavale," he said, finally giving them his name.

"Nice to meet you, Davitch Pavale," Jack replied.

"There's a time and a place," the Doctor narrowed his eyes at his friend.

"Are you saying this whole setup's been a disguise all along?"

"Going way back," the Doctor confirmed. "Installing the Jagrafess a hundred years ago. Someone's been playing a long game. Controlling the human race from behind the scenes for generations."

"Click on this," Jack said, handing the Doctor a remote control of some kind. He did as he was told and a screen shifted to show a specific part of space, assumedly the one they were looking for. "The transmat delivers to that point, right on the edge of the solar system."

"There's nothing there," the woman said.

"It looks like nothing because that's what this Satellite does!" the Doctor exclaimed. "Underneath the transmission there's another signal."

"Doing what?" Davitch asked him.

"Hiding whatever's out there," he answered. "Hiding it from sonar, radar, scanners. There's something sitting right on top of planet earth but it's completely invisible. If I cancel the signal…" he pressed a few buttons before looking up, when he froze. A ship had appeared, sure enough, and the sight made him sick.

"That's impossible," Jack whispered. "I know those ships. They were destroyed."

"Obviously they survived," the Doctor breathed.

"Who did?" the woman asked. "Who are they?"

"Two hundred ships. More than two thousand on board each one… that's just about half a million of them."

"Half a million what?" Davitch questioned, getting nervous.


The screen changed to video of the Daleks. Standing between two Daleks was Rose, looking fierce and unaffected. He sighed in relief at the sight. He'd logically known she was okay, but seeing was believing.

"I will talk to the Doctor," a Dalek announced.

"Oh, will you? That's nice. Hello." He waved slightly, a masking smile on his lips.

"The Dalek Stratagem nears completion. The Fleet is almost ready. You will not intervene."

The smile slipped, a cold, dark look replacing it. "Oh, really? Why's that, then?"

"We have your bond mate," they declared proudly. "You will obey or she will be exterminated."

He stared at the defiant look on her face and took a deep breath. "No."

"Explain yourself," they demanded.

"I said, no," he repeated.

"What is the meaning of this negative?" they asked, lost. He relished in stumping them, but he had to focus. Rose could regenerate, sure, but he knew they had powerful enough weapons to stop regenerations in their tracks, kill her before she could regenerate.

"It means no," he told them firmly.

"But she will be destroyed!"

"No!" he shouted at the screen. "Cause this is what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna rescue her. I'm gonna save Rose Tyler from the middle of the Dalek Fleet. And then, I'm gonna save earth. And then, just to finish off, I'm gonna wipe every last stinking Dalek out of the sky!"

"But you have no weapons! No defences! No plan!"

"Yeah," he agreed easily. "And doesn't that scare you to death? Rose?"

"Yeah?" she smiled - actually smiled - at him, ignoring the Daleks by her side.

"I'm coming to get you," he promised. With that, he pointed his sonic at the screen and switched it off, ready to save Rose.


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