Hello! Here's a re-write of one of my earlier stories, 'Love Triangle'. I was struggling with ideas for it, but now I'm back, and I've decided to improve on it for your enjoyment!

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. Sniff.

Please review! x

Rose Tyler waited in the everlasting queue, whipping out her phone and checking for any messages. Pete had emailed her earlier that morning about an important mission that the team were being considered for, but they hadn't received any details yet. Rose glanced at her watch; she was already half an hour past her lunch break.

This is all Mickey's fault! Rose decided in her head, as she got closer to the counter. If he hadn't told me to pick up a coffee, then I wouldn't be standing here, bored to death. It's his turn next time.

Working for Torchwood was certainly different to travelling with the Doctor. Yes, she fought aliens on a daily basis, and got to lead missions independently, but she still wasn't used to the mundane, slow-paced flow of life on Earth. It had already been a year since their goodbye, but Rose still thought about him everyday.

Sighing, she moved up to the counter and ordered her drinks. The server, who was a twenty something male, looked up and took in her appearance. Smiling appreciatively, he winked as he handed over her drinks. Rose muttered 'thanks' and scarpered from the cafe as fast as she could.

It wasn't that she wasn't flattered by the male attention, it was just she didn't want it. It wasn't fair on any man if she led them on. Her heart would never fully be with them, it'd been broken beyond repair. She'd been on a couple dates, but this was mostly to please Jackie. Otherwise, she'd rather stay in the office and work overtime. If her mind was busy, she could forget.

She entered the Torchwood office at Canary Wharf fifteen minutes later, clutching the coffees and managing to swipe her identification card at the detector. A brunette receptionist greeted her warmly.

"You OK, Rose?" She asked, as the blonde balanced the coffee cups on the main desk and tried to cool down.

"Yeah, just been speed walking through London with eight cups of coffee. The usual," Rose replied wryly, regaining her breath, "Has Pete come back from his meeting?"

The receptionist, who was called Vicky, checked the computer and shook her head. "I don't think so. He said he'd be a while, he probably won't be back 'til mid afternoon."

"Right. Thanks," Rose scooped up the trays of coffee and stumbled to the lift. Vicky chuckled after her, and got back to her work.

"There she is!" Mickey cheered, as Rose entered the room, "What took you so long? We were gonna send out a search party!"

"Haha, very funny," Rose muttered in a clipped tone, "I stood for half an hour in that queue, bored out of my mind. You're taking the coffee run next time, you got that?" She pushed the cup to Mickey, "Sorry if it's cold."

Mickey took a sip and thanked her. She handed out the rest, and sat back down at her desk. Clicking on the computer, she looked at all her notifications. She scrolled to the end and smiled. She liked to be busy.

"Did ya here?" Jake questioned, spinning on is chair to face Rose, "Pete got the gig! He secured the deal with the government," Jake moved closer, his voice low, "I don't suppose you know what the mission actually is? Pete wouldn't tell us, and apparently Mickey knows nothin'. But seeing as you're his daughter...?"

"No, Jake, he hasn't told me anythin'," Rose affirmed, opening a folder, "And if I did know anythin', I wouldn't be tellin' you." Jake's lip jutted out, feeling offended, which Rose noticed. Although Jake annoyed her, they were still good friends. She searched for a topic to engage him their usual friendly banter.

Unfortunately, Jake got there first. "Rose, I need your opinion on somethin'."

"Hmmm?" Rose mumbled, gazing at the computer screen in concentration. Jake scratched his neck awkwardly.

"I have..a problem. It's kind of embarrassin'."

"Listen, Jake, I'm not a doctor, and by the sounds of things, you're gonna tell me something very medical. Talk to Mickey, his anatomy's closer to yours. I'm guessing," Rose turned to the monitor, after her eyes darted to the edge of his jeans. Jake flushed.

"No, it's nothing like that! It's about a girl!" He whispered indignantly. Rose cocked an eyebrow, and prompted him to go on.

"Well...there's this girl I really like. But she only sees me as a friend. See, she had this...boyfriend who she really, really loved, but then they..split up. He's moved countries now too. Thing is, she's never really got over him, and I really wanna ask her out, but she also dated...one of my friends, and I don't really know how to approach the subject with him either."

Rose tilted her head as she pondered over her friend's situation.

"I'd talk to the girl you like first, before you talk to your friend. Find out if she likes you back before you start tellin' the whole world about it, you know?" Rose's voice was very calm, although inside she felt the complete opposite. She wasn't good with romance, not anymore.

"Yeah, good idea," Jake agreed, taking a deep breath, "OK, so here's the thing-"

"Good afternoon, everyone!" Pete boomed as he pushed through the doors, a huge beam coating his handsome face, "Are we all ready for some action?"

Jake slinked back in his chair, rolling his eyes. There was never a right time, not in a place like Torchwood. It was all touch and go. He looked at Rose through his peripheral vision, and he savoured the way excitement lit up her features as she lent forward to listen to her father. Jake then realised that he should be listening too, so he tuned into his boss's voice.

"...so the mission it completely top secret, I'm only allowed to divulge it to a few people. So, for this mission, I've chosen, Mickey, Daniel, Fergie and Jake as our main co-ordinaters. The others that I pick will be reportin' back to them on a daily basis, apart from the person who..." Pete glanced over at his daughter and changed his mind, "Well, I'll talk to you all individually about it later. Continue with the great work!" With a flourish of his hands, he disappeared into his office.

"So, even though he gave a huge speech, we still don't know anything details about this mission. Who we're fightin', what we're doin'," Rachel, who was head of resources, pointed out curtly, "And there are no female co-ordinaters, are there?"

"Maybe there's a good reason for that," Rose said logically. Rachel folded her arms and muttered something about Rose being the boss' daughter. Rose bit her tongue before she could say anything else. Rachel'd never liked her. Maybe it was because, before Rose came to this world, Rachel was the only female 'defender' as such, so she lapped up the male attention.

Pete began to call employee's names so they could come and see him in his office. Rose waited for her name, but never heard it.

The traffic was light on the way home. Rose was silent, staring out the window and watching transport flash by. Usually, Mickey would be on the ride home with them, but he was off down the pub with Jake on their usual Friday night ritual after work.

"You alright, love?" Pete asked, trying to sound nonchalant. Rose nodded, chewing on her lip thoughtfully. Pete looked at her, worried, "You're not going into another depression, are you, Rose? We all thought you were getting better. It's almost been a year-"

"No, Dad, I'm fine!" Rose insisted, "Just a bit tired. No need to call the therapist," She added dryly, turning to stare out the window again.

"Listen, Rose, about this afternoon, and the mission....there's a good reason I didn't tell you. It's...extremely complicated, but if you were to get involved, it'd add to the complexity of it all. Your mum and I-"

"You talked to Mum about it before you told me?" Rose threw her hands up in despair, "That's not fair!"

"There was a good reason!" Pete repeated, "You mum and I thought that this mission wasn't right for you."

"Tell me what it is and then I'll decide for myself! If you respect me that much, then you have to give me that," Rose pleaded with him. Pete heaved a sigh.

"We've been noticing that cracks in the universe have started to appear. Do you remember, the last time you saw the Doctor," Pete watched his daughter swallow thickly, "And he was explaining that travel between universes is impossible? Apparently not so much. We've sent Daniel through tonight, just to check what universe we're merging with. The reason we didn't tell you is because if it is your original universe, then we know you'll be desperate to get back to it. But you can't, Rose. This is a formal mission."

"Has Daniel found out what universe it is yet?" Rose asked eagerly, ignoring Pete's reckoning. An unfamiliar feeling of hope bubbled in her stomach. Pete shook his head.

"Should find out later on. But it shouldn't bother you either way. You're not goin'."

"Why not?"

"Rose, you're not trained enough-"

"I've travelled with the Doctor. I think that's enough training," Rose said quickly.

"It might not even be the right world. We'll discuss this later with your Mum, and when we've found out what's goin' on. Until then, no sneakin' off, OK?" Pete made her promise. Rose sulked.

"I'm not a child."

"Yeah? Then stop acting like one," Pete retorted as they pulled up in the driveway of the Tyler mansion. Rose blinked back tears as she jumped out of the car and stormed through the house. Jackie watched as her daughter flew past her on the steps.

"I'm guessing you've told her," Jackie deuced, her hands placed on her hips. Pete nodded solemnly, as Rose's door slammed shut.

"How did you know?"

"It's the right universe. My old one," Rose announced, bursting into Pete's office, making her dad jump, "And I'm goin'."

"No, you're not," Pete didn't even look up from his paperwork. Rose nodded her head stubbornly.

"Yes, I am, and you can't stop me."

"Rose, you can't go, because you'll only want to find what you want, not what's vital to the mission!" Pete relayed to her, angrily. Rose was livid.

"This mission isn't about finding him. It's about saving the world. Being a Torchwood employee, that's what I'm trained to do. You know that I know that Earth better than anyone else on this team, bar Mickey. It was my home once. I can do this. So, when do I leave?"

"Rose. I'm telling you now, as your boss, that you can't!" Pete said forcefully, slamming his fist on the desk. Rose stood her ground, even though she was wavering slightly.

"Then don't tell me as my boss. Tell me as my dad," She said softly. Pete rubbed his face and laughed without humour.

"Fine!" He stood up, "I give up. You can do it. But if you can't find him, that doesn't mean the mission is over. You stay until I tell you to leave, you got that? My orders and my instructions only."

Rose couldn't help her face splitting into a smile as she went to hug her dad.

"Thank you. I promise, I won't let you down."

A week later, Rose was ready and packed. She was hanging around Torchwood, waiting for the OK from her supervisor. Pete and Jackie were there, as was the rest of the team. Jackie was blowing into a tissue, tears streaming down her face. Rose giggled brightly.

"Mum, I'll be back soon, OK? Don't worry about me!" Rose kissed her cheek and wiped the tears away.

"I know you will be. You're in capable hands, I know all that," Jackie waved a dismissive hand, "But it's like I'm saying goodbye all over again, when you were going away with the Doctor. You always managed to break my heart."

"I'm sorry Mum," Rose whispered, as the supervisor signalled to her. She hitched her bag over her shoulder and approached the dimension cannon. She admired it, "It looks a lot bigger than it did in the designs."

"That's life for you," Her supervisor shrugged, and gestured to the pod. Rose waved to her friends and her colleagues, before stepping into the pod. Her supervisor gave her a salute, smiling proudly.

"Have a nice flight," She said, sealing the pod door and starting it up. Rose closed her eyes; her heart thumping wildly as the cannon was powered up and thrown across time and space.