Halloween influenced – it’s a habit, it’s addictive . . . HELP!!! I can’t seem to stop . . . (a scuffle occurs and it takes a bit before it quiets down) . . . I mean I love Halloween . . . even though I have never celebrated it . . . or whatever it is that Americans do for it. (whispers) . . . HELP!!! Gah! (Quiet).

Ominous voice: Now on with the mini story bits


Mini Story 1: Bad Wolf


Bad Wolf took the cord that Loki had procured for her from the Costume Shop and using some of her power she molded a chunk of ore into a wolf shape. The ore wasn’t native to earth, but from a world which its people have described as having:

“Bright, silver-leafed trees and a burnt orange sky at night”

“A second sun would "rise in the south and the mountains would shine", with the silver-leafed trees looking like "a forest on fire"

“Birds called Flutterwings.”

“Red grass and stretched across the slopes of Mount Perdition.”

“Vast Mountain ranges "with fields of deep red grass, capped with snow” – “The rocks weren't grey at all - but they were red, brown and purple and gold. And those pathetic little patches of sludgy snow were shining white, shining white in the sunlight.”

The finished product was a fabulous purple wolf with red highlights and golden inserts as eyes. Attaching it securely to the black cord she took another moment to peruse her finished work and matching it to the wolf pendant she currently wore, a little adjustment to the tail and perfecto.

Satisfied with the finished product Bad Wolf shifted to where her younger still fully human self slept in her pink walled, pink bedding, pink and splashes of other colors accessories. That was a lot of pink.

Quietly she levitated her younger self up just enough so that she could slip the cord and pendant on the young Rose Tyler, before letting her down again, cord and pendant unnoticeable by most mortal and technological eyes.

She couldn’t help but reminisce about how simple her life used to be, no matter how much it hadn’t seemed like it as a young teenage girl.

Hearing noise coming from the next room, and the achingly familiar sounds of Jackie Tyler stumbling through the darkened apartment probably towards the bathroom, Bad Wolf took a moment to whisper to her younger self.

“Enjoy the time you have left with your mother Rose, no matter how much she drives you batty, for once she is gone you are going to miss her like crazy.”

Then she was gone once more without a trace.

And in her bed the young Rose Tyler began dreaming of Silver trees, red grass and a hand that felt like it fit perfectly in her own.


Disclaimer: I don’t own Doctor Who or Supernatural.

Quotes taken from Wikipedia which were taken from the Doctor Who series etc.