A/N: You get a little bit of The Doctor now… because he is a sexy beast! And he's basically what puts the humour in the story. This is a very angsty compilation for me; believe it or not! It kills me not to put a bit of humour in every sentence, but I'll try to refrain! Thank you SuperMagicgirl for your lovely review.

I'm devoting this chapter to SuperMagicgirl – because she wanted to know more about what Rose and The Doctor had done when they were split apart! Don't worry, will be some action in this too. I hope chapter 3 unveiled more about the plot!

Disclaimer: (to the saints go marching in.) Oh Ellie knows, Oh Ellie knows, oh Ellie knows she don't own the doctor, But how she longs to be in that number, but she don't own the doctor!

The Doctor was tired of waiting in the TARDIS. He knew there were only fifteen or so minutes to go before it was up and running again; but he had been blessed with the gift of impatience. By god; he didn't know. But according to himself, he was god, so he supposed he only had himself to blame. He knew what he wanted though.

Chips…

Ever since she had left, he'd craved things that he wouldn't usually have. It was his little way of reminding himself about her. When he'd left her on that beach…

Those words he had been going to say still burned his throat when he tried to say them out loud. They burnt away at him like acid, weighing him down. And when she'd gone; left his life. He'd had nothing to live for.

So it was the old life. Save a couple of aliens. Blast a couple of enemies. Home in time for tea.

Or chips… mmmm…

Unable to resist his urge any longer he grabbed the newspaper from the control panel. Nothing like chips in newspaper. It just wasn't the same when they'd stopped doing it. The grease escaped to easily in those silly beige wraps. And the Doctor did like grease. It slicked his hair nicely, and if he was low on shockwave – well chip grease was the next best thing.

Locking the TARDIS up, he made for the streets of Cardiff. It wasn't hard to find a chip shop – they were like marbles really. Chip shops were like marbles.

He didn't know why – but it sounded good.

"One order of chips to go please… well obviously, not to go! I mean, if they've invented chips with little arms and legs yet, then I 'spose I'll take it, but you know, I'm fine with just plain chips if you don't mind."

He smiled at the nervous looking girl serving him. She laughed and ran away, poking the man beside her.

"You serve him.. please Paul… please?"

As he was handed his chips by the man at the till he emptied them out into the open newspaper. "Cheers… ooh! I see Harriet Jones has been outvoted… that's good isn't it?" He smiled politely. "Sorry bout this, just can't stand the ole' chips going to waste in that drab old brown paper. Much rather, have something to read about whilst eating, if you know what I mean. Nothing like a good read whilst in the bathroom." He winked. "Oops. Guess you might not have wanted to know that."

As he was ushered out of the shop, he savoured the chips taste. Yum – nothing like good old earth chips.

It reminded him of Rose. He should have moved on by now – but he hadn't. He hadn't stayed long enough in each location to pick up a companion, or perhaps he just didn't want to. And most of the aliens he saved were pitifully avoiding his taste.

Like those magazines again; Every man liked a blonde. And he knew which one he missed. The good old times. And then… that painful memory. Where everything just went wrong…

The Doctor stopped his thoughts as he noticed with amusement; his chips. They were so greasy the lettering had imprinted off of the newspaper onto his chips. He grinned as he quickly let "Harriet Jo.." Chip slide down his throat.

"See – I told you I would get the better of you someday." He smiled to himself. He hardly glanced at the "Rose Tyler." Chip he downed next, as he spotted the TARDIS.

In mid swallow, he suddenly realised.

"WHAT!" He yelped at the top of his voice. He could already see heads turning his way. He didn't know what he was doing; trust him to get into a situation like this.

Thrusting his fingers down his throat he coughed up the mashed mush in his throat, cursing in every tongue he knew. He guessed this scene might label him as "crazy" in any overseers book. Perhaps he was.

He looked at the disgusting mush on the floor, finding his sonic screwdriver with a look of panic on his face. Pressing the blue light to the remains of his once whole chip; he waited for it to form back together again.

It formed together again.

He just hoped he'd coughed up the print as well, he thought as he opened his eyes.

ROSE TYLER.

It was a little blotchy; but he could see it.

…Oh no! How much of the print have I eaten? Reverberated the voice in his head. He looked at the chips wrapped up in the newspaper.

Rose Tyler, or chips?

Chips, or Rose Tyler?

There was no competition. Dumping the chips on the street and shrugging apologetically to a disapproving eight-year-old woman, he unwrapped the newspaper. It was nearly transparent from grease. But he could still see the image. Dripping black and smudged, he could still see her.

His Rose.

The text was still imprinted on the newspaper, but he couldn't read any of it. Once again arming himself with the sonic screwdriver, he brightened the print. Luckily; all ink these days had a certain UV quality to it, so when he shone the sonic screwdriver onto it, the original text showed up brightly through the smudged black ink, in bright white letters.

"..Cadet Rose Tyler, 24 years of age, squadron leader of the battlefront department, has been reported missing for a week. The Republics society of TORCHWOOD have become worried to where her whereabouts is, as she has vital information of their files and confidential matters.

Rose Tyler went missing approximately a week ago, in battle by unknown personnel. They are thought to be the new intruders to planet earth, - so the TORCHWOOD institute are trying there best efforts at finding Ms Rose Tyler. However, if the public see anything suspicious they are please asked to kindly call the number at the bottom of the page.

Head of the TORCHWOOD cadet force it is important Mrs Rose Tyler is brought back safely, for her own addition to planet earths' defences, and of course to avoid damnation. She holds much secret knowledge to TORCHWOOD's whereabouts, facts and vital information. It must not get into enemy hands under any circumstances – The Cardiff time is told.

We are also concerned for her own safety; And indeed, the Tyler family are incredibly worried at the sudden disappearance of their daughter. Jacqueline Tyler was said to have been sobbing at the time of the interview. "My rose… she's always been a wanderer. It isn't the first time… but now, now she has responsibilities. She wouldn't just leave us, not now! She's got a family…. She wouldn't leave us! My poor little Rose out there… alone. Please – if anyone's has seen her… please…"

The Doctor read no more. He didn't want to. So this was Pete's world. No – it wasn't even that. It was her world. He wasn't here because of Pete. He was here because of her. The TARDIS missed her too. That's why she had com here. He knew it; The TARDIS had sensed Rose and come after her; even if it meant it's own death.

He rushed to the blue double doors.

"It's alright. We're going to find her."

OXOXOXOXO

The Doctor had never felt so alive. It had been forty eight hours since that newspaper had been dumped, according to the date. He skipped around the control panel. First thing he needed to do was to find out if any news had been brought back to the police about her whereabouts. Or if he was very lucky, if she had been found yet.

Or if he was very unlucky…

No, he wouldn't think about that.

Now he had a new mission; a mission he'd never ever been on to before. And he was even surer he would face even greater peril than ever before… because he, The Doctor, was about to venture into…

The Newsagents.

It was somewhere he'd never ventured before; apart from with Rose a couple of times to get some gum. But she knew the land well, she knew what dangers lay hidden in each corner, and what to avoid. He was a complete stranger to it.

It wasn't long before he entered it. As quick as lightning, he grabbed the newspaper from the shelf and purchased it, avoiding eye contact with the foreboding shop accountant. When she gave him his change he quickly grabbed it and leapt out the shop. He knew acne wasn't contagious; but that was taking it to an extreme level.

Of course, his mind was working like wildfire. He had to do something to take his mind off what was really going inside his head – and that was, missing Rose.

So he played his childish games.

And they let him; because he was the Lonely doctor.

Missing his Rose.

But as he read, a smiled appeared on his face.

OXOXOXOXOX

At that very same moment, a smile that mirrored the Doctor's appeared on Rose Tyler's face. S031'S to be exact. He flicked the switch, watching the Digits decrease in bold red lettering.

He'd placed the case in the middle of the building. For maximum impact.

He moved away from the scene, giggling as he went. With a cheeky wave to no-one in particular he bade the oblivious workers a goodbye.

"Bomb' voyage my lovely's.."

A/N: OHMIGOD. Ok, I admit, I went a little crazy on the plotline. But I just thought of it; and how he could spot the newspaper article. And that came into my mind… I had to write it. I'm so sorry, but that was irresistible! And when he was going : Rose, or chips? I so badly wanted him to say chips; for the sake of that god damn brilliant advert!

But I restrained myself. I'm sorry If this was tad well, LOONY for you. But it had to be done. Everything's getting a little silly now; but at least it had a plot line, unlike other stories I've done. I'm sorry SuperMagicGirl If I kind of ruined the doctor's feelings on Rose, and if you wanted it to be less jokey, but I really could find no other way to do it. The Doctor's a jokey person, and I think putting him in a funny situation made his actions cuter.

The next chapter will also be devoted to you, because Rose will be having her feelings dealt with. Goodbye for now!

I hope I haven't ruined it. Next chapter will be far more angsty; I promise.