Title: I Get By With A Little Help
Author: PrincessOfQuestionableMorals
Genre: Action/Adventure, Friendship, Romance
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose, Donna, Sarah-Jane, Jack, Torchwood, Martha, Sally Sparrow, the Master...?
Summary: Rose returns to her world, alone and with no way to contact the Doctor. Will she, Donna, and Torchwood be able to save the world from the not-quite alien threat that is slowly taking over without his help? Pre-s4, AU s3.
A/N: Comments are love. Also, some of these ideas come from the Doctor Who book The Stone Rose.

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Chapter Four: …From Jake Simmonds

The Torchwood team watched in stunned silence as the trio returned inside, the blonde girl holding on tightly to Jack as though she thought he might disappear and laughing as Donna teased him.

"Your face!" the ginger woman exclaimed, tears of laughter running down her face. "I've never seen anyone so stunned!" She wiped her eyes, still laughing.

Jack laughed. "What did you expect? She's back from the dead."

"I wasn't dead. Jack," the blonde said, grimacing. "Well, I suppose I was. Officially. But not literally. I was literally in a parallel universe." She apprised Jack. "And you're one to talk." She noticed the group of four watching them and stopped short. "Hello."

"Rose, this is Owen Harper, Toshiko Sato, Ianto Jones, and Gwen…" Jack trailed off as he saw Rose staring at Gwen.

"Are you alright?" the Welsh woman asked, concerned.

Rose shook herself, pasting a bright smile onto her face as she forced the memories of Gwyneth down. "Fine, thanks. You just look like someone I knew once." A thought struck her. "Do you come from an old Cardiff family?"

Gwen nodded, confused. Rose nodded wisely. "I get it now." She turned to Jack. "This is it? This is Torchwood?" She looked around. "Five people and a…" she squinted. "Is that a pterodactyl?"

Jack grinned.

"In Pete's Torchwood," she mused. "There were five commands, and one special field unit, which Mickey and I headed up. Over three hundred employees, and that was just Torchwood London…" She looked around.

"Mickey was the tech guy, good with computers, remember?" Jack made a face at her, and she smirked. "Or maybe not. The three of you were always acting like three year olds fighting over your favorite toy when we all got together."

"We were all in love with you, remember?" said Jack. "That's what boys in love do."

Rose stuck out her tongue. "Anyways, Mickey knew I wanted to get back here, so he and Tosh…" she glanced at the Asian woman who was tilting her head quizzically. "Well, parallel Tosh, I suppose, they started building a dimensional cannon, and Mickey came up with a prototype."

"Hang on," said Donna. "Was I in the parallel world?"

Rose sighed. "Yes. I saw you once or twice, at parties. I think…" she bit her lip. "I think Pete told me that you were the assistant director of Antrophone." At Donna's blank look, she sighed again. "I'll explain later.

"Anyways, when Mickey and Tosh came up with a prototype, we were going to test it. But we were attacked by a group of aliens, the Carthogerans. Martha Jones, a member of my team, was killed in action, and Mickey…" She bit her lip, remembering. "Mickey was in a bad way." She cast a furtive look at Jack. "He sort of…forgot about the dimensional cannon."

"Then how…?" asked Jack.

"He fell in love." She said simply. "Again."

"And…" prompted Donna.

"Jake knew how much Mickey needed to do this for me." Rose's eyes glittered mischievously. "He…erm…persuaded Mickey."

Jack started laughing silently as everyone else looked confused, until Ianto's eyes widened. "Oh," the man said softly.

"Oh," said Donna, understanding.

"I should have listened," said Rose, pressing on. "But, I couldn't wait. I used it before it was perfected, and ended up on the beach, naked and alone, where your mother found me." she nodded to Donna.

Tosh started. "How long ago? And where?"

Rose calculated. "Four days ago, on Plage de Mal Loup." She grinned ironically at Jack. "Bad Wolf Beach."

The Asian woman bolted over to her desk, frantically searching through files on her computer. "There was a blip there, a few days ago. Actually, two blips."

"That can't be right," said Rose. "I was alone."

"You were unconscious," pointed out Donna.

Tosh pointed at the computer. "There were two instances of Rift activity. One was smaller than the other."

"I have a question," said Owen, speaking up for the first time. "Have you all bloody lost your minds? How could she have come from a parallel universe, and even if she did, aren't there thousands of universes out there that she could have fallen into? The idea that she could somehow miraculously fall into the right universe is wishful thinking at best."

"He has a valid point," said Tosh.

"Oh, no." said Rose. "I think I know what happened, and why there are two blips. And if it is what I think it was, we are in a lot of trouble." She took a deep breath.

"Have you ever heard of genies?"

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"I wish you were dead!" screamed Abigail Jenkins, slamming her bedroom door on her parents' shocked faces. She slumped onto her bed, kicking off her boots, and was accosted by a noise like a clap of thunder inside her head. She fell backwards, off the bed, but it stopped almost as soon as it had started, and she looked around warily.

She knew something was wrong. The noise of her parents' usual cajoling, pleading, threatening, and questioning was absent. She slipped towards her bedroom door, padding softly on the carpet. She opened her door warily, and saw her parents on the floor, her mum's body resting somewhat over her father's. Next to them, a small scaly creature stood, and before Abby's terrified eyes, her parents' bodies began to turn into liquid and pool around the creature's feet, before being sucked up into the creature.

"I'm much obliged to you, thanks," said the creature.

Abby screamed.

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The Doctor knelt in front of the Face of Boe, with Martha at his side.

"Isn't there anything—" his companion began.

"No," interrupted the Face of Boe, gently. "I am ready to pass on. I have lived for…such a very long time." He stopped. "Doctor, it is time."

"Time for what?" asked Martha.

The Doctor hurriedly explained. "It's a legend that when the Face of Boe is near death, he will pass on a message to one like himself."

"You?" asked Martha, surprised.

"Doctor," interrupted the Face of Boe. "I have two messages for you." He paused again. "You are not alone. And…she told me to tell you…" The Face of Boe seemed to be struggling with himself.

"Don't ever lose hope, Doctor."

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This is the last chapter that was already written, so it might be a little while until I update. You can speed me along by reviewing, though...