Disclaimer: This is the only time this will appear. I make no money from this. I don't own the toys, I just play with them. Please read the ENTIRE Author's Note (A/N) as like the disclaimer, it is the only one I intend to have. Any A/N's in later chapters will be spur of the moment for reasons I can't imagine right now, but likely there will be no others.

A/N: This story is AU and meant for fans that have an understanding of Doctor Who series 1-9 as this will not be a complete rewrite. I will rewrite some key elements, but for the most part, the series as you know it will remain the same. This story is more like my own personal version of an extraction chamber from the end of series 9, but with one hell of a twist. It will eventually cross over with Stargate and possibly others. I am Rating this story M as in for mature audiences only, for language and possible adult scenes. If such language and possible adult situations are offensive or age-restricted against you in your region, please turn back now. I say possible because I don't know how the story will go yet. I don't mind reading it but I don't write smut, I don't even think I could if I tried, but that doesn't mean some adult situations won't happen. I'm writing this author's note with barely the seed of the idea for this story planted in my brain. The only thing I can say with absolute certainty right now is the primary pairing will be Rose/Clara and a background pairing will be the Doctor/River. For Torchwood fans: this AU story has a quick change to Children of Earth and Miracle Day doesn't happen. And yes, the color purple in this has some significance beyond being my favorite color. Also, please forgive me if I misuse or don't use enough of, regular British phrases/slang etc. I humbly admit that I'm just a stupid American. OH, and before anyone asks, the hell with Ashildr. I'm going to let her rot at the end of the universe. And in this AU, Rose was never romantically interested in the Doctor, nor was Clara romantically interested in Danny Pink. Hopefully last bit of A/N here. This story has gone way beyond anything I expected. See my profile for details.

A/N1: I try to make it clear early on, but in case it's not, Rose was born with empathic abilities.

Chapter 1: Rose

"Is it always this dangerous?" Rose asked. She was coming down from her adrenaline rush but was honestly curious if this was just another day for The Doctor.

"Yeah!" The Doctor nodded with a slightly manic grin. He was surprised how brave this pink and yellow human was and if he were to be honest with himself, he was grateful for her help. What better way to show his gratitude than to show her something magnificent?

"Oh, just say yes! You know you want to! The only thing really keeping you here is Micky and you know that's not working out anyway!" She patted Micky's back as he suddenly clung to her waist, but still didn't look away from the Doctor's gaze. "Yeah, I can't," she started with genuine regret. "I've… um… I've g-got and go and find my Mum, and someone's gotta look after this stupid lump," she grinned down at Micky briefly to show him she wasn't trying to be hurtful with her words, just lightly teasing.

The Doctor tried not to let the hurt and surprise show on his face. He really did want to thank her and maybe have her travel with him for a while. It's been a long time since he had a companion to see the universe with. "Okay… See ya around," he said, slowly stepping back into his mysterious blue box and slowly shutting the door.

Soon after the door shut, a light wind picked up, and a groaning, wheezing sound filled the air. A moment later the blue box started to disappear from sight until it was gone, and the wind vanished with it. Rose instantly regretted her decision. She saw the look on his face and knew from just the brief time she spent with the Doctor that he had a deep hurt within him. It didn't matter how brave a face a person put on, she always knew.

And this time it was something she knew personally. She knew that feeling of sad loneliness, that questioning of what is wrong with you inside. She wished she could help him to find something bright in the world again, but she knew she just gave up that chance and felt a deep sorrow for it.

"Come on, let's go," she said to Micky as she helped him to his feet. She started leading him away, pondering the talk they would need to have soon, and trying to push away her regret.

Then she heard it again, that amazing sound of groaning and wheezing. She turned around in surprise tinted with hope as the wind picked up again and her hair started blowing about her, and then she saw the blue box once again dissolving into reality.

As soon as all was still again, the door whipped open and the Doctor poked his head out. "By the way, did I mention, it also travels in time?" he asked with an obviously fake grin, but just a tiny little spark of hope could be seen in his eyes.

Rose smiled at him. She wasn't going to let this chance slip through her fingers again. She turned to Micky and her smile dropped, replaced by a sad look. She knew things weren't working between them, and she also knew she didn't have a lot of time to have that talk with him. She hoped they could eventually be mates again, but she knew he had to move on from her, so she decided that she had to end it right there.

She kissed his cheek before stepping away. "I'm sorry, Micky, but we both know this wasn't working anymore. You'll always be one of my very best mates though, so thanks."

"For what?" he asked her with a confused but resigned expression on his face. He knew she was right, but that didn't mean he had to like it.

She smiled sadly at him. "For everything," she replied, before turning and running into that amazing blue box.

She ran through the door, closing it behind her as she jogged up the ramp to the center console of the Doctor's magical machine, grinning happily at him.

He stood there at the console, his sadness and depression taking a break from his face as he tried to look impressive, tossing and catching some gadget in his hand. "Right then, Rose Tyler, you tell me. Where do you want to go? Backwards or forwards in time? It's your choice, what's it gonna be?"

She smiled at him, the tip of her tongue slightly poking between her teeth. "Oh, this is going to be fun!"

.oOo.

Rose sat in the living room of her mum's flat, bantering back and forth with her mother about preventing world war three, and about the Doctor, all the while thinking about the fact that she had been gone for a year, and wondering why that didn't bother her more. Suddenly, something her mother said halted all her thoughts besides the conversation she was having.

"I'm not infatuated," Rose insisted. She needed her mother to understand this. For some reason that she couldn't understand, it was vitally important to her that she make her mother understand it's as far from that as possible, and that she isn't even interested in dating at all at the moment.

"He's hurting, Mum. I don't know why yet, he doesn't like to talk about personal stuff, but I can tell he's hurting," she explained, a few unshed tears welling up in her eyes.

Jackie Tyler was probably not the best example of a role model, but she did understand right away. She knew her daughter was highly sensitive to other's feelings, but this was so far beyond anything she could have imagined, that she was genuinely afraid for Rose. "You know you can't fix everyone, sweetheart. You've learned that lesson the hard way."

"This is different, Mum. When I first met him, he seemed so… lost, and broken, like something so much more than I could possibly understand has been ripped away from him. But when he takes me to new places, there is a spark behind his eyes, like seeing someone else's first reaction is a reason to keep on going." She paused, trying to find the right words.

Jackie sat there looking at her daughter in a new light. This was not a girl with a crush. This was her daughter, wanting to use her gift to help a friend in need, a friend that had saved the world, many times if the stories Rose has told her today were true. In an epiphany born of fear, she had to wonder, what would happen if this Doctor, this man who apparently saves entire worlds, decided to give up entirely? Could this be why her daughter was born so sensitive to other's feelings? Was this why she had to know two different versions of her daughter?

"Well, don't you go disappearing for a whole year again."

Rose jumped up to hug her mother tightly and sporting a brilliant smile, thankful for her mother's understanding before she rushed off to her room to properly pack for her return to the TARDIS.

.oOo.

Rose lay in her bedroom in the TARDIS, curled up, tears streaming down her face. She'd felt so sorry for the Dalek at first. It was dying and so alone, but that feeling of being alone, and fear of dying alone, also felt foreign from it, as if it didn't know what those feelings were, and was afraid of the feelings themselves. Then she felt fear. Fear for everyone, and from everyone, even from the Doctor. Then, as she was trapped with it, she felt a mix of fear, and confusion, with just a hint of curiosity, and a large helping of determination thrown in for good measure.

She tried to dry her eyes, but the tears kept flowing. Now that they were back, safe in the TARDIS, her mind could properly sort through all the emotions she felt, and it hurt! Most of all, what she felt from the Doctor made her wonder how he continued traveling.

She felt his happiness that she was still alive, his pride that she stood up to a Dalek. She shivered as she recalled his pure hatred of the Daleks, and she wept for his own self-loathing and hatred. She also hated herself for the moment that she had felt afraid of the Doctor, it was written all over his face, as if she'd slapped him harder than her mother. Between herself, the Doctor, and the Dalek, it was a hurricane of emotions that built up and now each of the feelings were tearing her apart in their fight for dominance.

She had managed to show Adam to the kitchen before her shell started to crack. She left him there to relax or have a bite to eat, saying she was tired and needed a nap. She just wanted him to see the beauty in the universe so he wouldn't make another mistake like working for Van-Staten. But now, curled up on her bed, she couldn't even give him a second thought as the emotions of the day swirled through her mind.

Rose was still in tears when the TARDIS background sounds started to hum soothingly, and she felt a bundle of emotions tied in a knot approaching. She looked up as the door opened, and the Doctor stepped in. She couldn't stop her movement. She flung herself at him and choked out her apologies for her part in the day.

He stood there awkwardly for a few moments before his Time Lord telepathy picked up on the maelstrom of emotions and confused thoughts that were screaming out from her head, and he did the only thing he could, he returned the embrace, and just let her get it out. Nine-hundred years taught him how to bury his feelings when he needed or wanted, and he didn't realize until just then how sensitive his companion's empathy truly was. He felt wave after wave of her pent-up feelings wash over him, before using his abilities to help her. He couldn't take them away, but he could dampen them a bit so they weren't totally overpowering her. Between the exhaustion of the day and all the emotions that came with it, the TARDIS's soothing hums, and the Doctor helping to dampen her raw emotions, she finally fell into a deep sleep, right there in the Doctor's arms.

He set her on the bed and pulled the TARDIS blue duvet over her sleeping form. He decided that he would help her learn to control her empathy so that it wouldn't control her. But that would come later. For now, it was time for his pink and yellow companion to get a well-deserved rest.

.oOo.

The Doctor took Rose's hand and led her back to the TARDIS. Having just held her father as he died, he wasn't sure if she'd be able to walk even that far on her own, but he wasn't going to let her be on her own.

As the TARDIS entered the time vortex, the Doctor led her further into the TARDIS interior. As they approached her room, she quietly and listlessly spoke, "I'm gonna lie down for a bit."

The Doctor however just kept pulling her further down the hall, until they entered a room that looked to be an outdoor garden. "Doctor," she started, but he cut her off.

"Not this time," the Doctor said softly. "You're overflowing with emotions again, and this time most of them are your own, and rather dark at that. I'm not letting you deal with that all alone."

Rose stared at him in slight surprise. She didn't think he was the type to talk about feelings, but rather bottle them up inside. She was even more surprised as he led her over to a stone bench next to a small stream.

As they sat together on the bench, the Doctor looked sideways at his companion, swearing to himself that he will do whatever he can to help her. "Rose," he began, but halted, trying to find a way to say what he wanted without troubling her further. "I can help you if you want. I can help you and teach you to control your empathy so that it doesn't control you."

"H-how?" she asked, her voice breaking as her eyes widened slightly in concern.

"I can't turn it off, like flipping a switch. You wouldn't be you if I could do that. But for the time being, I can dampen your feelings so they don't overpower you, and eventually teach you how to do so on your own. They will still be there, you'll still have to deal with them, but they won't be quite so… intense."

"What do you need me to do?" she asked, a surprising look of complete trust on her face.

"Just face me, try to relax, and close your eyes." As she did so, he placed two fingers on each of her temples, and quietly slipped into her mind. He was immediately bombarded by a powerful wave of love and gratitude. Not love in a romantic sense, but that one has for a mentor and close friend. He realized that she really truly appreciated what he was trying to do for her, as well as the opportunity to be his companion. He was humbled by her respect, thanks, and caring, and then he got to work on easing the pain that was growing from the center of her mind.

.oOo.

Jack headed off towards the kitchen, jokingly asking if he could turn Margret the egg into an omelet, as the Doctor led Rose back to the garden for another lesson in taming her mind and emotions.

After a few hours of practice, the Doctor handed her a purple leather wallet. She opened it to find psychic paper just like his and she looked up at him in surprise.

"It's slightly different from mine. If you don't focus on something you want it to say, it will show a color and word or phrase reflective of your strongest emotion at the moment."

At that very moment, she noticed the color of the paper turn light blue with white letters saying, "surprised amazement" and she grinned at him.

"If it shows you just regular blank paper, that means your defenses are at full. Also, if you really concentrate, it will show snippets of your memory, sort of like a programmable looping photograph," he grinned at her.

She smiled that tongue in teeth smile at him and then focused intently on the paper, after a few moments, it showed her in a basement, the Doctor grabbing her hand when he told her to run, and ran they did.

Rose looked back up at him with a brilliant smile. "Thank you, Doctor! It's wonderful!" She stood and gave him a grateful hug which he returned before stepping back.

"Maybe you can use it to show your mum some of the things you've done and places you've seen, might prevent her from slapping me a whopper again," he said as he jokingly rubbed his cheek at the memory.

Rose laughed merrily with him as they walked back to the console room, preparing to take Margret the egg to the hatchery.

.oOo.

Rose was running, not from or to anything, just running, with tears stinging her eyes the whole way. She couldn't stay in the chippy, her mind was on the verge of exploding from the vast fear that was rampaging through her. Her best friend in the whole universe was stuck two-hundred-thousand years in the future in the middle of a Dalek invasion, and she was stuck at home, unable to fly the TARDIS back to rescue him.

She finally stopped at a run-down playground to catch her breath, her legs and lungs burning, as she broke down on a park bench. She was rather surprised when Micky showed up a few minutes later, standing in front of her, trying to encourage her to move on with her own life. She looked up to argue with him when something caught her eyes, making them go wide. There on the pavement, written in big chalk letters, the same two words that seemed to have been following her and the Doctor almost everywhere they went.

Bad Wolf.

Looking further, she saw the same words, repeatedly graffitied all over the low brick wall along the side of the play park. That's when she noticed a petite young woman with shoulder length dark brown hair sitting, her legs dangling from the wall. She was twirling a piece of chalk between her fingers and looking right at Rose. Micky made a sudden noise of surprise, pulling her attention away from the young brunette. When she followed his gaze, she saw the pocket of her hoodie had light pouring out of it. Reaching in, Rose pulled out the psychic paper the Doctor had given her. Now it was pitch black, with brilliantly glowing golden letters spelling out Bad Wolf!

Rose gasped as she recognized the color of the words. She had seen such a golden colored light before, just once before. She looked back up at Micky who was staring open-mouthed at the paper in her hand, and she grinned at him. "I can save him, Micky!" And with a cry of hope, she ran back to the TARDIS as fast as her legs would take her. The moment she reached the center console and flashed the psychic paper at the time rotor, the doors slammed shut, the panel on the console opened, golden light streamed into Rose, and the engines started with that wonderful wheezing and groaning.

By the time that Micky was a block away he could hear the engines and see the TARDIS dissolve from view. He was both very sad, and very proud. Sad that he might never see his friend again, but proud that she was fighting for the life she loved and for the life of her friend.

.oOo.