Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or any of it's characters.

This is my first story and I was inspired to write this story after watching music videos from Billie Piper. I wondered what a story would be like if that actually was Rose Tyler in those videos singing about the Doctor...and what would he think if he saw them. Here's my take on it! Hope you enjoy!

It had only been a few months since Rose said goodbye to the Doctor on Bad Wolf Bay and she still couldn't get him out of her head. She had told him she loved him, but never got the chance to hear him say it back. She had been wallowing in her room ever since. Rose was too depressed to leave, but she could tell her sadness had also been taking a toll on the rest of her family and Mickey. They wanted to help her through this, but didn't know what to do for her anymore. Almost everything reminded her of the Doctor. Pete had offered her a job at Torchwood, as she did know a thing or two about aliens. However, as time went on, being there just reminded her too much of him. Memories of the Doctor and that day flooded her mind when she did walk through the doors…and it made her miss him even more. She couldn't bring herself to go there anymore and when she did, she didn't want leave. If she was meant to live the rest of her life without the Doctor, without the man she loved, she would have to find a purpose again. She just didn't know what that was.

Today was just another one of those days where she didn't want to even get out of bed…didn't see a point to it anymore. And she had been crying all day. Mickey had stopped by to try and cheer her up, but to no avail. He had always loved her and he hated to see her so sad….after all, they had remained great friends. He finally convinced her to go for chips and a pint with him down at the pub, hoping he could get her mind off of the Doctor...if he could just get her out of the house. He didn't tell her that it happened to be karaoke night. Bad karaoke will clear anyone's mind. Rose finally began to cheer up a bit after hearing a bad rendition of The Beatles Yellow Submarine. Mickey always knew Rose had a great voice and after 20 minutes of begging her to sing, she finally gave in just to shut him up and decided to get up on stage herself. After a few drinks, she was just tipsy enough to go along with Mickey's suggestion of Blondie's Call Me.

When Rose was finished with her song, she walked off stage to much applause. They thought she was good…who knew? One guy even asked for an encore. She just laughed and figured he's had one too many. After one more drink, Rose and Mickey had decided to call it a night and headed for the door, when an arm stopped Rose on her way out. "Excuse me, but you're Rose Tyler, right?" the man said. She had been used to people stopping her at this point, recognizing her from the news...the long-lost daughter of Pete and Jackie Tyler, found at last. Once she magically appeared in this alternate universe, her and her family had to come up with a story for why they suddenly had a grown-up daughter around. Although, as it turned out, they made her story quite dramatic. According to the news, Rose had been kidnapped from the hospital by a nurse shortly after her birth and it took the police all these years to finally track her down. Due to Pete and Jackie's well-known status in society, they did not want the public intruding on their pain, so they asked the police to keep their loss private. All they had told others was that they lost the baby and people assumed she had died shortly after birth. This was the story they had told to the press after their daughter magically came back into their lives and Pete had Torchwood forge the documents they would need to prove it. Now, of course, everyone knew who she was.

"Ya, and who are you?" she said as she turned around to see a tall man with dark hair, in a very nice suit, hand her a business card. "My name is James Wilson and I'm a talent agent. I heard you singing up there and thought you have an amazing voice. Have you ever thought about pursuing a career in music?" he asked her. "Right! Me? Is this some kind of joke?" Rose said. This is just the thing she did not want to deal with tonight…someone trying to pull a joke on the famous girl with the tragic past. "No, this isn't a joke," the agent said, "I think you really have potential! You could be amazing!" "Thanks, but no thanks," Rose said laughingly. As she turned to leave, the agent asked her to please reconsider and take some time to think it over. She still didn't believe him, but told him she would think about it just to get this guy out of her hair. "Please, if you reconsider, you can reach me at the number on the card," the man said to her. "Ya, thanks," she said, putting the card in her pocket and pulling Mickey out the door.

A week had passed and she hadn't thought twice about the agent's offer…just brushed it off as something that would never happen to her. She had learned guitar years ago from a babysitter that used to watch over her when Jackie was at work, but she had only sang in her room when she thought no one was listening…never thinking she had anywhere near a decent voice. After all, she never thought she had any special talents or was even anyone important. Only the Doctor made her feel brilliant and he was gone now. Once again, she was back to being just plain old Rose Tyler…shop girl. Mickey had popped over that Friday and sarcastically asked her if she'd given a second though to the offer of being a pop star. She hadn't, but as Mickey had pointed out to her, "Come on Rose, what have you got to lose? You do have a great voice." He was right, she didn't have anything else left to lose. She had already lost the best thing in her life. Later that night and just for the hell of it, Rose decided to do some internet research on this guy to see if he was the real deal. He was…and he represented a long list of celebrities as well. "Huh, I guess he is real…" she thought. Mickey told her to go for it, but maybe she'd already have enough heartbreak for one lifetime already. What if she was a flop? But then again, her life sucked already so what did she have to lose. She didn't know how she could feel worse. Maybe she'd call him and at least hear him out. "Ya right," she thought, "Fat lot of good I'll be! I'm nothing special!" She couldn't believe she was actually considering it. Defender of the earth by day, pop star by night…ya right! She fought with herself back and forth all night. "Well, what else have I got?" she thought. She picked up the phone and dialed the number on the card.

It was been six months later and things had moved very fast. Rose was now working on her first album of a 3 album contract with Virgin Records and it was harder than she thought, but it had gotten her mind off things for a while. That is until she had to come up with the songs for the album…almost all of her songs were about the Doctor and not all of them were kind. Her first hit single titled "Run That By Me" had been written during a period when she began to blame the Doctor for losing her and tried to convince herself that he had seen this coming…that she was the only one taking the fall. She thought that if only he had warned her, maybe they would still be together. She tried to convince herself that it was his fault, but she knew that wasn't true. The universe just did not want them to be happy.

Although the album had not been finished yet, the first single had already been rush-released and had topped the charts immediately. Her record company had wanted to hire a songwriter and have Rose sing songs pre-written for her, but she put her foot down. Little did anyone know that Rose actually had some experience writing music. Her ex-boyfriend Jimmy Stone had been a musician before ending up in prison and Rose used to love watching him play guitar and write songs during their brief time living together. When he was in a really good mood, he would teach Rose…taking some phrases she had written in her journal and turning them into a song. That was one of the only good things that Jimmy had ever given her. During her time traveling with the Doctor, Rose would sit in her room and write at night while the Doctor thought she was sleeping. To her, song writing was her form of therapy and her songs were like a diary…letting no one else in on her personal time. During her first couple of nights on the Tardis, Rose was still adjusting to the idea of traveling all of time and space and having a difficult time. It was the first night spent on the Tardis after almost dying with the Doctor in Victorian Cardiff and Rose was having a particularly difficult night. A brand new white acoustic guitar with pink roses painted on the back had appeared in her room…a gift from the Tardis. Now that she was being given the chance, this was her time to prove to people that she wasn't just a shop girl. She might be new to the music industry, but she would be damned if she sang someone else's songs. Even though her album had not been released yet, the many appearances that her record company had her going to told her that she was actually a hit and Rose began to think that maybe she could make this life here work after all.