Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. I just play with the characters before sending them on their merry way.

He and Martha had met the weeping angels and escaped a few weeks back. He kept the timey wimey detector though. He'd been thinking. If the weeping angels sent you back to different times, could he find his Rose again? This had irritated him all those weeks. He had started messing with the detector and was trying to get it to find him an angel to take him back then. Using the TARDIS would mess with the time streams too much.

He was keeping this from Martha. She'd worry over him too much, and she was already jealous of his Rose. He did nothing to lead her on. Even going as far as to always talk about Rose. But she didn't seem to get it. Maybe everyone did just love him like Rose always said. He sighed. Rose. He missed so much. It pained him to even see or hear something that reminded him of her. Martha would often look at him oddly if he sighed too often or stared off sadly for too long.

He barely acknowledged her. Sure they went on adventures, but he was always thinking about his Rose. He started daydreaming then. Rose would love all the adventures I've taken Martha on, she'd know exactly how to help me out, she's so pretty, I love my Rose. He paused at calibrating the detector which was now more of a time teleport. Had he just thought he loved her? Yes. Of course he loved her. He tried out the words in his mouth. "I love you, Rose Tyler." Blimey had he never said that before? It sounded so strange and foreign in his mouth. He heard someone cough behind him. His face went read before he turned around.

"Oh hello there, Doctor. Is everything alright?" Martha asked, looking slightly hurt. So she had heard him.

Good, he thought, clearing his throat. "Umm me? Er yes peachy keen. Why are you in here? You never come in here. I thought this was a Martha free zone." He had chosen the library because she seldom came in, and it reminded him of Rose and all the nights they'd spent cuddled up watching movies on the couch. He missed those moments. He missed his Rose. He needed to see her. Mid-daydream Martha snapped him out of it like she always did.

"I came in here to grab a book. I do read you know. I just never come in when you are. I figured today you'd be tinkering around with that piece of junk over in the console room," she said huffily, turning to leave.

"Oh... okay then. Carry on," he said trying not to be deeply offended. No one insults my "junk" and gets away with it he thought, turning back to his work. He smiled as Martha left. He loved his Rose. He had finally said it. Now he just needed to tell her.

Weeks went by before he had properly programmed it and Martha was home visiting her mum for a bit. His excitement grew. He was finally going to see his Rose again and tell her he loved her before it was too late.

He set the TARDIS down and turned on emergency protocol #43. This enabled him to transport back to it from wherever he was. He grabbed his coat, the detector-turned-teleport, and a simple ring. He stepped out of the TARDIS and into a group of angels. He jumped back by instinct.

"Hello there! I'm looking to see if one of you could take me back to 2007. I'd like to visit a friend but need a boost. Which one of you could help me?" He started pointing the detector around at the angels. It started beeping rapidly at one. "Ah ha! You! Would you be so kind as to give me a lift? You will be full if you do."

He blinked.

The angel stretched out its arm. Quickly the Doctor put up the timey wimey detector. "Thank you for the boost!"

With a flash he was gone. Back to 2007.