A/N:

I wrote this story long ago and to be honest, I don't like it too much but thought I'd post anyways. It's a crossover and it's sorta scary in my opinion. So, yeah. Feel free not to read. I don't particularly like it and it's not that long.

Disclaimer

I don't own DW or Torchwood

It was raining heavily in Cardiff late in the night, around ten. Dark clouds hid the stars and moon from sight plunging the city into darkness. Normal, heavy traffic of umbrella seas had long since departed and the streets were reasonably empty and quiet. Unnaturally, a bright flash of light blipped in and out of existence in a hidden alleyway. From out of the shadows, a figure skidded panting heavily. Weakly, she stumbled over her own feet attempting to run and consequently collapsed with a loud thump and splash. Dark-blonde hair splayed out on the wet ground beneath the women. It was straight like it had been styled only minutes before and was already soaking because of the downpour. There was no visible protection from the rain like a water-proof jacket or an umbrella so clearly this poor soul hadn't been anticipating to be out in the cold tonight. Even more peculiar was her choice of clothing for this time of year in Britain: black, denim shorts; a mint, striped top; a dark, black hoodie; with a black leather, jacket on top. It was as if she'd been chucked through some sort of portal and spat out in 21st century London, the right universe...or, thinking more realistically, she could just be a rejected teen lost in the dark streets of Cardiff at night.

Jack chucked the basketball at Gwen before leaping over the railing and running up the steps to shove Owen out the way. The long, grey coat he always wore flapped out behind him covering his movements like a cape. As his strong shoulder collided with Owen's side, his employee's protest became inaudible due to Gwen's victorious scream. Despite Owen's flap to remove the ball from his Captain's hands, the man had scored easily in a net above the entrance to their hub. Picking himself up, Torchwood 3's Doctor headed to the table with a sulky scowl before plonking himself down grumpily in his office chair. He sighed loudly and decided on an excuse,

"Everyone on Tosh's team always loses, that's probably because she can't even pass the ball!"

Gwen scoffed and chided her co-worker in her thick and beautiful welsh accent,

"You just don't want to admit that you lost to me. Pizza's on you Owen!"

Heading past his desk, she hit him on the shoulder and went to grab her coat ready for her shift at front-desk: recently, Ianto had been more active within the team and had been promoted to a higher position meaning everyone had to share out his previous job. Now, they all had shifts and "turns" for things like watching the secret-entrance, driving and making tea. Unfortunately, whoever bought dinner was always down to a game or some other unprofessional means of choosing. Tonight, the takeaway was put on Owen and Tosh whether they were happy about it or not. What they ate was up to the buyer so there was no point in waiting for Owen to make the call before going to relieve Ianto of his current job. Silently, Gwen rushed out of the gate determined to avoid Owen's temper-tantrum and to not keep Ianto waiting. The patient teaboy smiled as his friend appeared from around the corner wearing a sympathetic smile. Tossing her jacket over the desk, she nodded back to the door,

"Owen's buying tea t'night. Might wanna wait a bit."

Ianto nodded in understanding and responded with a remark about Owen's serious pride issues. Both member of Torchwood laughed and began chatting happily in the small lobby.

With little energy left, the blonde staggered onto the open street not looking up or around to momentarily scan for street signage. The strange women clearly recognised her location by simply staring at the pavement as she walked. Trudging along, allowing her mint and white converse-style shoes to scuff the floor, she hummed a soft melody and pulled up the hoodie's hood allowing the blonde dripping hair to cloak her face. She acted like absolutely nothing was bothering her, like it was a sunny day and she was having a walk in the park. The way she held herself emitted authority and the slight swagger in the way the women walked showed she knew no limits. The only sign the female wasn't completely fine and strong was a slight drag in her left leg and cut on her forehead hidden neatly by her fine hair. After a minute, she leant against a wall and pulled a burnt-out device from her pocket immediately regretting the decision. The shady figure became tense at the sight of it and started fumbling rapidly with the dead machine muttering in despair. Dropping to her knees, she let her hands drop and the device to clatter to the floor. 'Right,' she thought to herself,'Gonna need to get to the nearest Torchwood hub, now, where am I?' The wet girl pulled up her sleeve revealing a watch reading: Cardiff, 10:07. She smiled,'Torchwood 3! I can go there and ask them to take me back up to Canary Wharf.' With a huff, the Torchwood agent from London pushed herself up and began the long-ish run towards the little shop marking her entrance to Torchwood 3. For the entire time of being there, the women hadn't looked up or around in fear of people seeing her face and recognising the blonde or even pulling a gun on her. The women's reasons were private and the only safe place for her was Torchwood considering she had no friends or family outside of it. The women relied on them to look after her through the years and so that's what they did... In Pete's world.

Ianto and Gwen has just finished their long conversation on weevils when they heard laughter finally echoing down the hall. Taking this as a sign of 'all clear', Ianto jumped up and gave his colleague a quick goodbye before jogging back inside. Lazily, Gwen shut the base's door in the wall and continued to lean on her elbow and stare at the entrance knowing all too well that this was a waste of time but she was willing if it meant she could avoid the odd argument. Spinning in circles on her chair, Gwen soon got bored and flicked the radio on, tuning out from the world. Not noticing the splashy, loud footfalls heading towards her just before the door swung open and a soaking person ran inside pressed them self against the closed door panting, Gwen jumped in surprise reeling backwards in her wheely-chair. The hooded figure raised her head slightly and gave a momentary apologetic smile before returning to regaining breath in a slouched position with her hands on her bear knees. Gwen decided to speak up first,

"Alright, Miss? Can I help you with something?"

Apparently recovered from her sprint, the women shrugged off her leather jacket and pulled off her hood. She nodded, looking up quickly after and flipping her hair over hair back. She pulled out the Torchwood ID from inside her T-shirt and flashed it at Gwen who, even though she was leaning over the counter, barely got a glimpse at it before the mysterious women pulled it back and approached the desk. She reached around and flicked the switch hidden behind Ianto's laptop without soaring another glance. However, the agent stalled at the sound of a gun clicking and turned to face the entrance guard. She hated guns and this Welsh women with black hair and casual clothes was pointing one at her. Their first meeting wasn't going down well. Spinning around, the visitor gave a quick smile before sitting down on a waiting seat behind her. The women had no intention of surrendering yet she was at the mercy of a Torchwood agent with a gun. She sighed and rolled her eyes,

"S' you're telling me tha' you have absolutely no idea who I am?"

Gwen nodded hesitantly and replied,

"Should I?"

The stranger pondered for a moment,

"I mean, 's not likely after all th's time tha' everyone will remember me. 'S a good thing really. Anyway, I'm Marion. From Canary Wharf. 'S one of the bases up 'n London."

Marion had a clear London accent and seemed genuine however Gwen was unsure,

"I know Canary Wharf was a place... ages ago..."

The blonde agent frowned,

"No, no. Canary Wharf's still up there. 'S you tha's seems t' be becoming' bi' of a myth. You an' Glasgow, of the grid you two!"

Gwen tightened her grip on the gun whilst sliding over the desk towards the open entrance and called for Ianto down the dimly lit corridor. Rose feigned interest in her nail and soon began removing her hoodie earning a wry glance from this young women who resembled a young maid she had met ages ago... with him...

Ianto broke away from his boss inhaling deeply, his mind whirling with one thought : god, Jack was a good kisser! Never the less, he straightened his suit and stood up, helping Jack to his feet who immediately jumped up and brushed past an Ianto who was still a bit incoherent. From a distance, he heard Gwen Cooper calling his name and clarity flooded his senses allowing him to break out into a run towards main entrance. Once he was down the steps and by the cage, Ianto waited impatiently for the gates to open. When they did, he slid through them smoothly in a quick jog to the lobby. When he reached the opening, Ianto was greeted with a rather worried looking Gwen. She was pointing a gun at something or someone on a chair behind a plant-pot. He questioned her silently and she indicated to the person on the chair. Gwen moves back and began,

"State name, job, rank and intention."

Rose rolled her eyes,

"One. My name 's Marion, Two. I'm a Torchwood field-agent, Three. I'm a Commander for my squad, Four. I need a ride up t'Canary Wharf s' I could do with some help and Five. Tha's not standard protocol."

The man blinked in confusion before stepping around Gwen to look at the new agent but as his eyes met her face, Ianto paled and his eyes widened. The black haired women was still clueless and hadn't even noticed her colleagues reaction because her eyes were glued to the face of their visitor. That was until Ianto's stuttering dragged away her gaze.

"Y..y..you... I saw you at the Battle of Canary Wharf. You were there."

This time, Marion's eyebrows raised and she turned to the small, wooden window, looking up at the empty sky. She whispered under her breath,

"No zeppelins.. it... it worked? I'm, I'm home?!"

Helplessly, the blonde girl let herself drop back into the plush chair and didn't hold back the two tears that flowed down her face and dripped off her cheek. Gwen and Ianto exchanged glances of worry even though they were both perplexed and on guard. Quickly, their visitor wiped her face and broke into a smile,

"No, no. I wasn' at the battle between Cybermen and Daleks, tha's ridiculous!"

Ianto shook his head at Gwen and moved towards the door before hollering down the hallway,

"JACK!!! Guys, we have an agent on our doorstep!! I think she's from Canary, sir!!!"

Marion propped herself up using her elbows and stood, not threateningly, but with the eminence of power and control. She certainly had the looks for a commander however the smug smile she wore told a different story along with the twinkle of mischief in her eyes. She indicated towards Ianto,

"As in Captain Jack. Captain Jack Harkness? Well, we can't have that can we. See ya!"

Before Gwen could do so much as frown, there was a blinding flash of gold and the girl was out the door and into the rain. Instinct powered the dark-haired women out into the cold after Marion in a speedy pursuit. Ianto followed after along with his team, all carrying guns. Gwen almost caught up with Marion noticing how she already had her hoodie and jacket on which was confusing considering nobody could possibly pull on a jumper whilst sprinting at top speed. Never the less, she followed Marion all the way up to the docks where she was leaning against a railing. Gwen still had her fun pointing at their target when the rest of the Torchwood team arrived. Their Captain approached the stranger who had her back turned to the group looking out across the water. Calmly, Jack rested on the rails next to Marion trying to determine whether this person was a threat however that was slightly difficult as Marion had her good over her face again, hiding in her own little tent. Harkness reached out gently and pulled down the hood watching intently as more golden dropped out. Her beautiful blonde hair was still covering up her identity when she decided to speak up,

"Don' s'ppose you've seen any... Slitheen around here, Jack?"

The Captain recognised that voice and immediately made to remove the last barrier between them. Home again, Rose let her professional façade crack and broke into her old, signature tongue through teeth smile. With happiness surging through his bloodstream, Jack scooped his best friend up in a bone-crushing hug and spun her round and round relishing in the sound of her laughter.

Ignoring his entire team, Jack gazed at Rose wearing a long lost smile,

"Oh, Rosie! Rose Marion Tyler! You came back, I thought you were dead?! Where's the Doctor? Oh, and how about mr Mickey-Mouse!"

Owen cleared his throat and lowered his gun not liking being clueless,

"Care to expand, Jack?"

The retired time traveler hung off Jack's arm playfully as they turned towards the confused employees. Her smile lit up the damp night, her eyes held a passionate hue of gold, her hair blew like a vail in the wind and her skin was glazed over with little flecks of golden glitter that gave of a tiny amount of light. This was someone special and the grumpy doctor didn't like not knowing things so he was prepared to throw everything at Jack until he explained. Luckily he needn't have worried for the blonde spoke up,

"Tha's what he said, I'm supposed t' be dead here. Or tha's what it said on the list. I didn' actually die, nor did mum, dad or Mickey. But... we got stuck 'n another universe... i's taken forever for me t' develop a dimension hopper tha' won' rip open the universes. I used the rift in the parallel Cardiff t' try and get here. Of course, I didn' believe it would work. I've tried so many times before, I'm jus used t' it frying. But, here I am. What year 's it?"

Jack grinned at his fantastic friend and tugged her up the steps past Tosh,

"2008, Rosie, 21st century, lovely millennia don't you think?"

Frowning, Rose continued to stroll along by the Captain's side.

"'S funny, I've only been gone a year in this universe."

This time Jack frowned, he stopped and put his hands on Rose's shoulders,

"How long?"

His American accent was enough to make her smile, it'd been so long since she'd spoken to him, never mind anyone from her own universe. She shook her head,

"Doesn' matter. Tell me, d'you have weevils in this universe."

She began walking but Jack caught her again by the shoulder, tone changing to serious he repeated the question. Jack's team looked on as the girl quietly replied to their boss who immediately pulled her close and buried his head in her hair. Not wanting to intrude they waited from afar, not approaching. When the pair broke apart the girl was in tears but still had a smile plastered to her face. Jack grabbed her hand and they ran off towards the base. Shrugging, Owen and Tosh followed

Ianto and Gwen after Jack.

Relaxed, Jack was sat next to Ianto on the sofa whilst Rose ran around the room observing all the technical, alien items in awe. Like an expert, she labelled every single piece she came across with out so much as a pause and smiled smugly as Owen stared at her with his mouth gaping slightly. Calmly, the night went on with happy chatter and friendly smiles and soon enough Rose forgot her fear and angst all together. She found out about the Year that Never Was from Jack: his encounter with Professor Yana heading to Utopia and then the Prime Minister, Harold. She shivered as Jack glazed over the pain he, the Doctor's current companion and the Doctor himself went through comforting him instinctively when things sounded bad. His story, as weird as it was, had clearly scarred him for life and she didn't want to hurt him even more but she had one request. She pushed him,

"Who was he, Harold? What did he want with you?"

To which Jack had supplied the helpful answer,

"Harold is the Doctor's oldest friend. Me, I was just there to make things worse. So that stupid alien could watch his best-friend suffer. He is a TimeLord too Rose, his name is the Master."

Rose spun away from Jack reeling in horror. Behind her, Harry pressed a gun to her forehead bearing that evil, smug smile that haunted her dreams so mu-

...Haunted ...her ...DREAMS!

Screaming as the trigger was pulled and the bullet fired straight through her skull, Rose awoke gasping for air and dripping in sweat. Although her vision was still blurry, Rose could hear the muffled voices of Mickey and Pete practically shouting at her. It was just a fever dream. Or was it the Bad Wolf giving her a message.

Nobody would ever know as the world faded into darkness again.