Disclaimer- Personally I think this disclaimer is rather pointless as I can't own Doctor Who, because A. If I owned Doctor Who I would probably be head of the BBC or something and I'm not even British. B. If I did own Doctor Who I would be busy supervising the actual Doctor Who along with other programs instead of writing fan fictions about a show I already owned! Is that enough for you?

Author's Note-I just watched this part of the episode again, and I must admit I was a little frightened of David Tennant during this scene. He was really angry. Wonderful acting on his part! This is my first completed fan fiction, and my first work published on the internet, so constructive criticism is very much appreciated, because I know it needs work. Also, when I wrote this story I didn't realize how many other stories had already been written on this topic, so I apologize again. Enjoy!

"Rose!"

"Do you know her?"

"Know her? She-"She's Rose. My Rose. My Rosie.

When the Detective Inspector's associate had brought her in, he'd known, but he'd dared to hope it wasn't her. That there was some other girl in a poufy, shiny, pale pink skirt with a jean jacket on this side of London. Then the blanket had been removed and all hope was lost. She'd survived the Cybermen, but there was no escaping danger when traveling with him.

The Doctor was horrified. They had taken her face! Whoever they were. (And he would find out!) He couldn't move. He couldn't speak. He felt his face contort in pain. He wanted to cry, but he didn't. He tried to reach up his hand to touch what was now a blank canvas, but he was frozen where he stood.

Her beautiful face. Her gorgeous smile and her sparkling eyes. Her head moved back and forth, arching her neck. A new wave of pain washed over the Doctor.

She must be so frightened. He could just picture her in some electrical sphere. Her consciousness separated from her body, all she would know now was her disembodied face. Calling for him, terrified, but sure he would rescue her. Didn't he always?

Anger filled him as the conversation behind registered.

"They did what?"

"Sorry?"

"They left her where?"

"Just in the street." The Detective Inspector replied, oblivious to the Doctor's torment.

"In the street? They took her face and just chucked her out and left her in the street!" The rage consumed him. "And as a result that makes things simple, very, very simple." He was speaking to her more than anything, begging her to understand that he would not abandon her. "Do you know why?" He removed his glasses, finally able to look away from Rose, as a renewed sense of purpose flooded through him.

"No." Bishop replied a little perturbed by the Doctor's obvious anger.

"BECAUSE NOW DETECTIVE INSPECTOR BISHOP, THERE IS NO POWER ON THIS EARTH THAT CAN STOP ME! COME ON!" He would rescue her, he would find the being or beings responsible, and there would be HELL to pay!

Author's Note-Hope it wasn't too bad. Any and all constructive criticism is appreciated! Thanks!