Okay, so I say this is a prologue, but it's more like a really short chapter. I hope this gets your attention and that ya like it. Reviews are very welcome!
"What do you mean it won't work?" Rose asked. "All of the calculations are correct. We have a running power supply. What else do we need?"
"Rose," Mickey sighed. "You don't understand. It's like trying to throw a person through a brick wall. You can't do it. Not without killing the person, that is. You need to have a small slit to go through or else you would create a fatal rift."
"Well, why can't we just construct a hole?" She realized that she was grasping straws, but she would do anything to get back.
"If we make a hole, we risk the entire wall falling down, and the end result would be a rift, like I said. The Dimension Cannon is totally useless. Rose," he paused. "You can't go back. It's impossible."
"No. No." She shook her head vigorously. "You're wrong. Something's wrong. Check the calculations a third time. There's an error. There has to be something."
Mickey grabbed her by the shoulders. "Rose! Listen to me! I know what I'm talking about. Here at Torchwood, we've done all we can. You have to let go now."
Rose stared at him in disbelief. "How can you say that? He needs me, Mickey. He needs me and I can't just leave 'im. He's all alone. He's got no one left now, so what's he gonna do?"
She leaned against her desk and ran her hands through her hair. "Look at you, Rose. Two an' a half years you've been at this. You're stressed. You can't keep doin' this. It ain't good for you." He walked over to the door. "Please, Rose. Everybody's worried 'bout you. We just want what's good for ya."
She just kept her eyes trained on the ground. Mickey sighed. "Just, get some rest. I'll see ya tomorrow." He left her office without another word.
Rose thought over what he'd said. He was right. She couldn't do this anymore. For almost three years they had been doing everything they could to get her back to the Doctor, but it was all for nothing.
It made her wonder though. What was he doing over there? Did he ever think of her, mention her to new companions? Or had she simply been another Sarah Jane? All she wanted was to be back there with him, but had she really ever been that important to him that he'd take her back?
Rose shook herself out of those thoughts. She was tired. She was so tired of questioning everything and failed attempts and not being good enough to get what she wants. Maybe she should just stop. Perhaps she could finally start a life here. Even if it was a life in a universe that didn't belong to her.
She pushed off the desk and grabbed her purse to leave Torchwood. When she got to her flat she fell into her bed and was asleep almost immediately.
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