She was no longer Rose Tyler.

She gazed at herself in the reflective, calm pool that had appeared as the Sun had exploded and come back.

She was someone else. She wasn't John's wife, she wasn't the Torchwood director and she wasn't the ever-elusive Vitex heiress.

She wasn't any of those things because those things were long gone. She was someone she had been once before, had always been.

Her reflection stared at her, and she frowned as it was decided. No, she wasn't Rose Tyler, and she couldn't say anything or do anything too strange if she were going to take the slow path.

She had to become someone else.

Rose took the scissors out of her first aid kit she'd found during the time the sun was dying. Miracles upon miracles, it hadn't faded with most of everything else she'd had (save her non-working vortex manipulator from her dimension) and decided on a name. A name myths, if not history, were created from.

She was Rose Tyler.

She was Bad Wolf.

I create myself.

I am Lupa.

~:~

"Whatever it is, I don't need to know," the Doctor snapped at Nardole and Bill. "I know I shouldn't have brought her. But honestly, you think I'd leave her there, where I can't keep an eye on her?"

Bill shrugged. "I don't like her," Bill said, bluntly. "But if she's... Okay, now, then I'm good with her. I suppose."

"I can still kick your ass," Nardole huffed. "Where are we headed?" he asked after a second.

"Bill wanted to see if Remus and Romulus were a myth," the Doctor said with a smirk. "More than likely, they were raised for the first few years of their life like wolves, the Remus died or left, and Romulus founded Rome."

The TARDIS made a violent noise. Missy blinked.

"Is it alright?" Missy questioned, as if not really concerned but just asking.

"She seems to be surprised about something," the Doctor said, sounding amused. He flicked a few switches, and the materialization process began.

The group of four stepped out, the silence all around them making them wary, before wolves were shown to be waiting.

A howl started.

Bill gasped, and the Time Lord and Time Lady turned, Nardole suppressing a look of irritation before looking as well.

A teen boy with quicksilver eyes held a knife at Bill's throat.

"Let her go," the Doctor said, stepping closer.

The boy tilted his head like a wolf.

"Tell Mother we're about to have guests," the teen boy called loudly. "Four of them."

A yip answered them, then they all froze at the feel of blades pressing into their backs.

"Who are you?" the Doctor asked. The boy stared at him with the regal air of someone who was important. "I am Romulus," the boy announced plainly. "Brother, tie them up."

It was done quickly, by a boy about the same age, weaker and thinner than Romulus.

"I am Remus," the boy said.

"Remus, do not talk," Romulus ordered. "Knock them out. She will want to remain a mystery."

"Who?" Missy questioned.

Both Remus and Romulus exchanged an amused look.

"Did you retrieve them?" Romulus asked, moving back and allowing Remus to secure Bill.

"I did. Just as the Oracle said," Remus said, offering Romulus the sonic screwdrivers both Missy and the Doctor had on their persons. Both of them looked shocked and annoyed that they had been tricked like that. Remus offered them an impish grin before nodding sharply.

All four were knocked out.

~:~

Lupa stood, her footsteps silent, even on the polished marble floor.

"The girl. The one wearing pants," she whispered, it echoing.

Her son bowed his head, his footsteps intentionally heard.

~:~

"Think we'll be down here for long?" Bill asked curiously after the Time Lord and Time Lady had woken up.

"Well... If it's truly Romulus and Remus, they're in the wrong time," Missy said, startling everyone. "Romulus and Remus should be dead... Hmm, three centuries past."

Footsteps stomped down towards them.

"Back up," Romulus said icily to the Time Lords through the cell door.

The Time Lords did as he said.

Romulus kept a hand on his sword.

"Girl with the pants," he said, pointing at Bill. "Mother desires to see you."

Bill blinked. "Who is she?" Bill asked, her face wary.

Romulus smirked, and there was a wolfish quality to it. "Mother Lupa, of course."