Hey! So, quick note, I will be using a threat from Torchwood, but since it's in a different universe, it will be different as well.

I'm not going into nearly as much detail as I could, mostly because I honestly don't feel like rewriting and refitting that entire plot line to fit the alternate universe.

Anyways, enjoy!

Prologue

It was the words of a pissed off Mickey that she woke up to the first time. He was obviously not pleased, and she felt bad for whatever had caused him so much upset.

"-hell was she thinking?!" He whispered, his voice cracking into her peaceful rest and throwing her into partial consciousness. She wondered vaguely why he was so quiet if he was so upset – he usually liked to yell it off and take a walk or train some. He was never quiet. It wasn't his thing.

It was only when she tried to open her eyes that she realized something was wrong. They wouldn't budge. It was like she wasn't quiet there enough to control her own body. She realized with a start that she felt the way she had when Cassandra had possessed her. Panic filled her, as well as dread, as she listened for clues on what was happening.

"She only did what she's always done," Pete replied, his voice thick. "You know that."

"She's… Pete, can she even come back from this?"

"No," her father whispered. "We're barely keeping her body alive now, and that's not supposed to be possible. She's not got any brain activity, either. I'm… she's gone. All we're doing now is keeping her body alive, and barely."

Rose paused, not able to listen to the anguish in Mickey's reply. They were talking about her. She knew they were. What had she done? They said she'd died, but she didn't… she couldn't remember.

It wasn't until she heard Mickey mutter three numbers that she remembered anything.

It wasn't until she remembered what happened that she began to wonder why she was still alive.

It wasn't until she wondered why she was alive that she felt a warm, familiar glow in the back of her mind.

The numbers that triggered all of this were, in her opinion, the most awful set of numbers she'd ever heard.

456.

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"Hecate, fall back! That is an order from your commander!" Pete Tyler growled in her ear piece, but Rose ignored him. She knew how serious he was – he didn't often use that codename, more likely calling her Valiant – but she didn't care. They'd finally found a way to get rid of these monsters, the 456, and she wasn't going to let that go.

"Sorry, Boss, but you know I can't," she finally said as she stood in front of the computers, ready to rid the world of the newest threat. "Besides, if anyone is likely to survive this, it's me. You ran the tests, you know I'm not completely human."

"But that doesn't mean you can survive this!" Pete yelled back, and she just shook her head sadly.

"I love you, you know that? You've been the best dad I could've asked for… Tell mum and Toby that I love them too, alright? And Mickey. Give him a whack upside the head for me if he does anything stupid, right?"

And then, pulling out her com, she gently placed the tech on her head and switched it on, sending away the creatures threatening the earth.

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"My Wolf," Rose heard a voice call. She pulled herself from the memory and jumped, finding herself in a very familiar place with an oddly familiar woman standing in front of her.

"Who… how did I get here? I died."

The girl scowled slightly. "I know. I don't like it. I think we'll have to fix it, I don't like my Thief without you. He was too… what is that word? It's so large."

"How did this happen?" Rose asked, trying to bring her back to the matter at hand.

"Your meat died," the TARDIS told her with a soft smile. "So I decided to steal you."

"Steal me?"

"Oh, yes. And you'll be going back soon, all the way back. We won't talk like this again, but I'll sing to you."

"I don't- I'm going back? Back where? Back… when?"

"Oh, my clever Wolf. You'll see."

"But why?" Rose asked suddenly, as the golden light began to flow around her again. "Why bring me back?"

"Because my thief and I, we were too… too empty without you, My Wolf."

And then, before she could even begin to reply, that golden light enveloped her, and she was gone in a bright flash.

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Hey! So, I know this was short and definitely not the best beginning it could've been, but it'll do for now

Disclaimer – I don't own Doctor Who or Torchwood.