A/N: Hello hello, I'm not gonna bore you out with words you really don't wanna read, so let's just get to it; I started to write this story before 'The Name of the Doctor', so neither Clara or the Doctor knew about what she'd done – not about John Hurt. Haha. John Hurt.
ANYWAYS, so I've decided to make this some sort of AU that takes place awhile after 'Nightmare In Silver', meaning 'The Name of the Doctor never happened, meaning Clara is just an ordinary girl who is not scattered along the Doctor's twisted timeline. Neither does she know about River or regeneration.

But this story focuses about Rose, so let's not talk too much Clara. Please, be patient, because I know it will probably be very confusing in the beginning, but it will – hopefully – get better. If you don't understand, just send me a PM and I'll explain or even change the text so it's clearer.

Also, English is so not my first language and therefor it can get a little weird with the way I put the words. Like I did there. Hehe. But, please just tell me so that I can get better. Got it? Goooood. Then let's start.

[Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who (yet) and all (well, almost all) credit goes to the team that makes that amazing show of ours.]

- Chapter one -
Safe and sound

Rose Tyler always had nightmares. Even though it was blurry and changing, the story was always the same; the silhouette of a person that slowly faded away. She stood close, but not close enough. She screamed, begged for the person not to disappear, but it never mattered. She was left to stand alone in the darkness, hearing nothing but silence and feeling very forgotten.

The silhouette always looked different, as if it was different persons leaving her, but she always knew who it was. The Doctor. Her Doctor.

Normally she woke up after that, just to find herself alone in the darkness and the big bed almost swallowed her whole, but this night it was something different. Just as the silhouette faded away a door slammed behind her.

She turned around and found herself standing in a room so big that it had it's own horizon. It seemed to go on forever, almost like the...

Rose bite her lip and chided herself as she finished the sentence. Almost like the TARDIS.

The room was empty. It was big, dark and pretty creepy, she had to admit, but it was empty. A part from that, it was something else that didn't seem right.

She turned around and examined it, and then it hit her. Doors. There were way too many doors. The walls pretty much consisted of doors, all in different colours and shapes, but it was doors.

As far as she could see, there were over a thousand of them. How could she not have seen them before? A nagging feeling told her that they hadn't been there before.

Each and every one of them were wide open. Behind them, it was so dark that she couldn't see what was hiding, but she really wanted to find out.

Then she froze. Every door was open, except one. It wasn't very big, or beautiful, it just was an ordinary, brown, wooden door. It must've been that one that slammed.

She looked around in the room, trying to espy what was behind the open doors, but the darkness made her blind. She looked back at the closed one again and smirked. Out of all the thousand doors she could've picked, she chose the closed one.

The human urge, she thought for herself. The feeling you get, right in the back of your head. That impulse. That mad little voice telling you to go on. At least that's what John would've said.

After the Doctor leaving again, the new Doctor thought that he'd probably need a name and since John Smith always had been dear to him – well, that and Alonzo, but there where no way in hell she was calling him Alonzo – he'd picked it. Just like that.

In the beginning, it'd been hard to call him anything but the Doctor, even though she knew he wasn't her Doctor, not the real one, but after awhile she'd gotten used to it.

She stopped just as she reached to door, just to take a breath, then she put her hand on the door knob and twisted. The door didn't open. It was locked.

She continued to twist and started to pull the door, but nothing happened. She sighed and was about to move on to the next one, but then she heard voices. They were coming from inside the door.

Carefully, she leaned closer and put an ear to the wood.

"How could you lie to me?" A woman voice shouted. "Look at me when I'm talking to you! Why would you do that? Why, Rose?"

Rose gasped and took a step back. That was her mother's voice. Yelling. At her. But how could she be here? This was a dream, wasn't it? She backed away from the door and looked at the one on the side. It was open, and just like the other ones, there was nothing but darkness in there. But she couldn't stay out here the whole day.

With careful steps, she walked towards the door, but just as she was about to enter the room the door slammed in her face. She gasped and jumped a step back, staring at the blue painted wood.

What?

She tried to twist the door knob, but nothing. It was locked. Just like the first one. Frowning, she moved on to another one, but just as she was about to enter; slam! The door closed quicker than she'd ever seen a door close, leaving her staring at painted wood. She didn't even feel the knob anymore, she knew it was locked.

Okay, she thought. So you wanna play a game?

Then she started running.

Faster than ever before, she ran down the room and for every door she approached she could hear a loud slam and the door locked. She didn't know for how long she ran, but after what seemed to be a few minutes she started to realize that she reached the doors a bit before they closed. It was only by a second, but it was all she had. She wasn't going to stay in this dark room much longer.

She waited fifteen, maybe twenty doors more, than she threw herself into a room and landed on the floor. The door closed behind her and she could hear it lock. She rose with a smile of triumph.

"Hah!" She shouted at thin air. "Bet ya' didn't see that one coming!"

"Rose!" A familiar voice shouted.

Rose froze. That voice. That exact voice. That was the voice she loved so much. She turned around and stared at him. Even thought he and John looked exactly the same, there was something that made her able to tell them apart.

The Doctor. Her Doctor. He was there. Or... She frowned. She was there. In the TARDIS.

With big eyes, she looked around in the familiar ship and then letting her eyes go back to the familiar Time Lord.

"Doctor?" She whispered, but he didn't seem to hear her. He was looking down at the console, pushing some buttons and holding the hammer.

"Yeah, I'm here!" A blonde woman came around the corner, walking up to the doctor. "You don't have to shout, you know."

"'Course I have", the Doctor answered without looking up. "How else are you suppose to hear me?"

The blonde woman opened her mouth to say something, but then just smiled at him. She took his arm and looked at the monitor.

"Where are we going?"

Rose stared at her, because this woman wasn't just anyone. This woman was her. They were the same. And when she thought about it, she remembered this day. This was the day they visited the Impossible Planet, as the Doctor had called it. The day they'd met the devil.

How?

Had she crossed her own timeline? And how had she managed that?

"Doctor!" She shouted, but just as she suspected; he couldn't hear her. For them, she wasn't there. Not really. She frowned. Was this a memory? Then how could she visit it as if it was real life? The TARDIS felt real under her feet. Even the comfortable smell of iron and time was there.

Then something started to pull her back. Like a strong wind, pulling her backwards, away from the TARDIS. She screamed. She wanted to stay in the TARDIS, with the Doctor, it didn't matter that he couldn't see her – she could see him!

But the invisible force kept on dragging her backwards, making everything around her a blur. A bright light forced her to cover her eyes, but it didn't matter. The light went through her and it hurt. Every inch of her body, every cell, seemed to be filled with light that threatened to pull her body apart and then she woke up.

Still screaming, even though the pain was gone, she sat up fast, like if strings were pulling her.

"Rose!" She could hear her mother shout and in the next second her bedroom door flew open.

"Mom?" Rose stared at her. "What are you doing here?"

"I heard you scream, sweetheart!" Her mother cried. "I thought you were dying!"

Rose shook her head. "No, I mean... What are you doing in my apartment?"

The first time the Doctor left her, she'd bought an apartment. She'd thought it was time for her to become a grown up. When she later came back with John, they'd bought an apartment together. She hadn't really been ready for having a relationship with him – he still wasn't her Doctor – and having different rooms but in the same apartment felt like more than enough.

"Your apartment!" Jackie snorted. "This is my apartment, if someones."

Rose stared at her mother, but then she saw it. It became hard to breathe. She was in her old room. Not the old one in the Tyler Mansion, the old one in Powell Estate. The one she'd lived with her mother in, before the Doctor and before other-universe-Pete.

"Where's John?" She whispered.

"Who's John?" Her mother asked in confusion. "What are you talking about, Rose? Why where you screaming?"

Rose tried to hold back the tears. "Where's the Doctor?"

She was so scared for the answer, the stupid, familiar answer that she'd heard so often.

Jackie stared at her. "Doctor who?"