This man was not her Doctor, this man was a stranger. He was the man she fell in love with while they traveled time and space. This was the phony who replaced him.
"But it's me I'm the Doctor. New face!"
She jabbed her finger at him, tears still coursing down her face. "I know my Doctor, tall with a bowtie and quiff you are not my Doctor!"
He frowned. "It's still me."
Anger boiled inside her. "I loved him. You can call yourself the Doctor but you will never be my Doctor."
She knew her Doctor, she loved him and always would. He was the perfection, this was an imitation and nothing more. This was face who replaced him. This man was a stranger and would always be second best. He would never compare to her Doctor.
AN: Well this was mostly my angsty still hysterical release of my feeling out Matt's departure. Hopefully Peter will grow on my. Merry Christmas from the States. Please leave some thoughts