Just because the new series of Doctor Who starts tonight here is an extra update. :)

The Doctor and Rita sat at a table the two men standing opposite one of them leaning against the table in front of them and the other with their arms crossed. "Start from the beginning. Tell me everything you know." The one with their arms crossed asked.

"Well, for starters, I know you can't wrap your hand around your elbow and make your fingers meet." He looked over at Rita smirking, she rolled her eyes not able to help smirking back at him.

"Don't get clever with me. You were both there today at Florizel Street, and now breaking into this establishment. Now you're connected with this. Make no mistake."

"Well, the thing is, Detective Inspector Bishop." The Doctor leant back in his chair as the detective frowned.

"How do you know my name?" He asked slightly leaning forward towards the Doctor.

"It's written inside your collar." The detective looked at his own collar. "Bless your mum." He mumbled. "But I can't help thinking, Detective Inspector, you're not exactly doing much detective inspecting, are you?"

"Seems we're doing more of that" Rita commented earning a 'shut up' glare from the Detective, she didn't notice but the Doctor was sending a deadly stare at the detective.

"I'm doing everything in my power." He told them.

"All you're doing is grabbing those faceless people and hiding them as fast as you can. Don't tell me orders from above, hmm? Coronation Day. The eyes of the world are on London Town so any sort of problem just gets swept out of sight."

"The nation has an imagine to maintain." Bishop simply answered.

"But doesn't it drive you mad, doing nothing? Don't you want to get out there and investigate?" He asked.

"Of course I do. But, with all the crowds expected, we haven't got the manpower. Even if we did, this is beyond anything we've ever seen. I just don't know anymore. Twenty years on the force, I don't even know where to start. We haven't the faintest clue what's going on." Rita smiled knowing that the Doctor was never going to turn down a cry for help.

"Well, that could change." The Doctor looked at Rita a brow raised she nodded in response and leant forward on the table on the same time as the Doctor.

"How?"

"Start from the beginning." They both said in unison. "Tell us everything you know."

Bishop blinked for a moment looking between the two, he walked towards a board Rita and the Doctor watched him move then got up and walked over to him. "We started finding them about a month ago. Persons left sans visage. Heads just blank."

The Doctor placed on his glasses and leant forward looking at the board. "Is there any sort of pattern?"

"Yes, spreading out from North London. All over the city. Men, women, kids, grannies. The only real lead is there's been quite a large number in-"

"Florizel Street." The Doctor interrupted.

Rita's heart sank, she really wished she couldn't remember at times, but then there was also times she wished she could. That is life though, right? Remembering and forgetting. The Doctor would never forget this or trust the brunette again. "Found another one, sir." A man walked in.

"Oh, er, good man, Crabtree. Here we are, Doctor. Take a good look. See what you can deduce." The man walked the person in. The Doctor turned around and his face fell noticing the pink skirt and pink high heels.

"Rose." He said as the cloth covering her face wall pulled off showing the empty blank face.

"You know her?" Bishop asked.

"Know her? She..." the Doctor stopped. Rita looked at Rose words unable to describe her feelings the best she could think of was: guilt, sadness and just being empty, she should have gone with her but she didn't she cowered away from it going with the Doctor knowing fully well what would happen. A tear slipped out of her eye and rolled down her face. The Doctor slowly moved his hand and rested it besides what once was the blonde's cheek. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that the brunette looked broken and was definitely blaming herself. It's not her fault he repeatedly told himself. This was a fixed point that she could not change. He turned to the brunette pulling her into a hug resting his chin on top of her head. "It's not your fault" he whispered into her hair. He knew she was crying from the sudden gentle movement in her head and the tight hold she had on his suit jacket clinging on trying to tell herself what he was telling her. She didn't hear the first part of what the detectives were saying but her head snapped up at the mentioning of Rose being on her own.

"Heavens help us if something happens in public tomorrow for the big day. We'll have Torchwood on our backs then, make no mistake." Rita's grip on the Doctors jacket tightened even more.

"Forget them" she mumbled.

"They did what?" The Doctor asked through gritted teeth not turning away from the brunette or Rose.

"I'm sorry?" Bishop asked.

"They left her where?" He repeated the title 'The Oncoming Storm' clearly showing.

"Just in the street." Bishop answered.

"In the street. They left her in the street." Rita released her grip her face showing the same anger as the Doctors now. "They took her face and just chucked her out and left her in the street. And as a result, that makes things simple. Very, very simple. Do you know why?" He asked.

"No."

"Because now, Detective Inspector Bishop, there is no power on this Earth that can stop me. Come on!" He took the brunette's hand her face showing the same determination as his running out of the office they were in and exiting the warehouse.

He stopped just outside the warehouse holding the brunette firmly by her shoulder and slightly bending down a little so he was matching her height. "Don't blame yourself" He told her. "I need you here, you know what happens and I don't, we will get Rose back I promise." He looked into her hazel eyes glassy with tears she was holding back looking sore and red from the quiet crying from before. She definitely did not believe all of his words, definitely, it not being her fault but she trusted him with her life so she listened nodded and followed, his hand still with hers keeping her just that bit stronger to push on. The Doctor ran with Rita down the street heading towards the Connolly house. He rang the doorbell his face full of anger the face that hadn't changed except when he talked to the brunette next to him. The door slowly opened and Tommy saw the Doctor, Rita and Bishop. "Tommy, talk to me. I need to know exactly what happened inside your house." He told the boy. The door then swung open and Mister Connolly stood there and spoke loudly at the boy.

"What the blazes do you think you're doing?" Mr Connolly looked at the boy angrily.

Tommy was backed up against the door frame intimidated by his own father. "I want to help, dad."

"Mister Connolly" the Doctor started to speak by was interrupted by the sudden snap of the man's neck, pointing and shouting in his face.

"Shut your face, you, whoever you are. We can handle this ourselves." He narrowed his eyes at the Doctor then turned to his son. "Listen, you little twerp." Rita went to launch for the man by the Doctor squeezed her hand telling her not to. "You're hardly out of the blooming' cradle, so I don't expect you to understand. But I've got a position to maintain. People round here respect me. It matters what people think." Mister Connolly spoke quietly through gritted teeth trying not to get everyone in the whole streets attention.

"Is that why you did it, dad?" Tommy asked finally understanding what his father had done.

Mister Connolly frowned not understanding what his son was talking about. "What do you mean? Did what?"

"You ratted on Gran. How else would the police know where to look, unless some coward told them?"

Mister Connolly's eyes burned with rage his fists clenched and he inched closer to the boy so he was looking down at him even more. "How dare you! Do you think I fought a war just so a mouthy little scum like you could call me a coward?"

"You don't get it, do you? You fought against fascism, remember? People telling you how to live, who you could be friends with, who you could fall in love with, who could live and who had to die. Don't you get it? You were fighting so that little twerps like me could do what we want, say what we want. Now you've become just like them. You've been informing on everyone, haven't you? Even Gran. All to protect your precious reputation."

Mrs Connolly stepped out of the hallway her face hurt and broken. "Eddie is that true?"

"I did it for us, Rita. She was filthy. A filthy, disgusting thing!" The Doctor and the brunette beside him gritted their teeth clenching their jaws in anger. Is this what he thought about everyone that this happened to? Filthy disgusting things?

"She's my mother. All the others you informed on, all the people in our street, our friends." Mrs Connolly's voice cracked a little.

"I had to." He protested. "I, I did the right thing." He pleaded for understanding, Mrs Connolly heard enough.

"The right thing for us or for you, Eddie?" Mrs Connolly looked at her son. "You go, Tommy. Go with the Doctor and Miss Stone and do some good. Get away from this house, it's poison. We had a ruddy monster under this roof, all right, but it weren't my mother!" She stepped back and slammed the door on Mister Connolly who proceeded to shout his wife's name.

"Tommy?" The Doctor looked at the boy. They started to walk down the street. People were beginning to bring tables, chairs and food out for the street party later on. "Tommy, tell me about that night. The night she changed."

"She was just watching the telly," Tommy told him. 

The Doctor looked up. then mumbled. "Rose said it. She guessed it straight away. Of course, she did. All these aerials in one little street." He looked at Tommy again. "How come?"

"Bloke up the road, Mister Magpie, he's selling them cheap," Tommy said.

"Is he, now?" Bishop asked.

"That's where Rose went!" Rita shouted. The Doctor ran pulling her with him

"Come on!" They ran down the street towards the shop. "Anything?" The Doctor asked Rita.

She thought for a moment. "Okay, secret, careful it's the woman. Keep your sonic screwdriver close in reach."

"Ooo two for the price of one aren't I lucky?" He grinned running up to the shop. Rita kicked the door open before the Doctor could smash the glass window on it. "How?"

"One of my friends told me about that, well hopefully a friend... useful on boyfriends apparently" she grinned. Thanks, Donna smiling to herself remembering how Donna kicked the door open in an 'episode' they ran in. Bishop caught up breathing deeply.

"Here, you can't do that" Bishop told them.

"Well, I just did,thr" Rita told him not up for arguments.

"Shop! If you're here, come out and talk to me! Magpie!" The Doctor frantically hit the bell on the table.

"Maybe he's out." Bishop suggested.

"Looks like it" the Doctor ran around and started to open the draws. Rita opened the one he missed taking out the portable television.

"Looking for something like this?" She suggested. The Doctor looked up looking between the small TV and Rita then smiled widely.

"Oh you are very clever Rita Stone" she grinned at his compliment then handed him the TV

"This isn't right." He looked at it flipping it to look at it. "This is very much not right." He then licked it and looked over at Rita smiling a little-disgusted face she was making. "Tastes like iron. Bakelite. Put together with human hands, yes, but the design itself. Oh, beautiful work. That is so simple."

Bishop stared at the object in the Doctors hand. "That's incredible. It's like a television, but portable. A portable television." The Doctor then raised his sonic screwdriver pointing it in the direction of the tvs in the room.

"It's not the only power source in this room." He mumbled. The TV screens than all lit up with a face all mouthing 'help'

"Gran?" Tommy walked over looking up at the TV with his gran's face on. Rita automatically saw her friend mouthing two words. Both of her best mates names. They both slowly walked over.

"We're on our way." The Doctor whispered placing a hand on the brunette's shoulder in comfort.

A door clicked open and the man from the van handing out the TV's stepped in the room. "What do you think you're doing?"

The Doctor marched over gritting his teeth and getting right in the man's face. Causing him to back up against the door frame. "I want my friend restored, and I think that's beyond a little backstreet electrician, so tell me, who's really in charge here?"

"Yoo hoo!" They all turned to the sound of the female voice. They're eyed all landed on a television. "I think that must be me. Ooh, these two are smart as paint." She looked between the Doctor and Rita.

Bishop looked at the TV in full disbelief. "Is she talking to us?"

"I'm sorry, gentlemen, ma'am, I'm afraid you've brought this on yourselves. May I introduce you to my new friend." He paused on the last word as if it wasn't true at all.

"Jolly nice to meet you." She beamed at them.

"Oh my God, it's her, that woman off the telly." Bishops eyes widened.

"No, it's just using her image." The Doctor told him.

"What? What are you?" Tommy asked.

"The wire" Rita spat. "That's what you are aren't you?"

"Oooo this one is very clever even knows my name, yes I'm the Wire, and I will gobble you up, pretty boy" the Wire looked at Tommy who looked back in horror. "Every last morsel. And when I have feasted, I shall regain the corporeal body, which my fellow kind denied me." The black and white image changed to fully colour.

Bishop gasped at the sight. "Good Lord. Colour television!"

"So your own people tried to stop you?" The Doctor asked for confirmation.

"They executed me. But I escaped in this form and fled across the stars."

"And now you're trapped in the television." He grinned.

"Not for much longer." The Wire smiled evilly.

Tommy asked his voice shaking. "Doctor, is this what got my Gran?"

"Yes, Tommy. It feeds off the electrical activity of the brain, but it gorges itself like a great overfed pig, taking people's faces, their essences. It stuffs itself."

"It's disgusting" Rita spat the words out.

"And you let her do it, Magpie." Bishop turned to him.

Magpie violently shook his head. "I had to. She allowed me my face. She's promised to release me at the time of manifestation."

"What does that mean?" Tommy asked.

"The coronation" Rita answered. "All those people watching the television, how many would that be Doctor?" Rita asked.

"millions" he replied then started to explain. "For the first time in history, millions gathered around a television set. But you're not strong enough yet, are you? You can't do it all from here. That's why you need this." He waved the portable television around. "You need something more powerful! This will turn a big transmitter into a big receiver."

"What a clever thing you two are! But why fret about it? Why not just relax? Kick off your shoes and enjoy the Coronation." She smiled. "Believe me, you'll be glued to the screen."

"Doctor the sonic-" the energy pulled at her face stopping Rita from continuing to speak, it felt like her whole face was being ripped apart.

"Doctor!" Bishop cried out.

The Wire laughed. "Hungry! Hungry! The Wire is hungry! Ah, this one is tasty. Oh, I'll have lashings of him! Delicious!" She cried. The Doctor wasn't giving up. Slowly he reached up, pain coursing through his body, not as much as the others but it was there, he grabbed the sonic screwdriver.

"Ah! Armed." The Wire cried out. "He's armed and clever. Withdraw! Withdraw!" The Wire lets go, they all fall to the floor collapsing.

"The box, Magpie! The box!" The Wire cried out.

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The Doctor woke up and saw Bishop without his face, the Doctors eyes frantically darted around looking for the brunette, a deep sigh escaped him when he saw she was ok looking like a peaceful sleep. "Rita, come on Rita" he gently shook her body, her eyes flickered open. "No time for sleeping we have to get Rose back," he told her. She nodded the Doctor stood up then helped her, her legs collapsed a little from the sudden waking, the Doctor caught her an arm on her waist. She blinked and slightly blushed noticing his arm. Not now she thought slightly looking down hoping he wouldn't notice "Easy there," he told her either not registering her face or not noticing. He helped her regain her balance then turned at a slight groan.

"What happened?" Tommy asked touching his head and beginning to stand up.

"Where's Magpie?" The Doctor asked looking around.

They stepped outside and Tommy was definitely losing hope. "We don't even know where to start looking. It's too late."

"It's never too late, as a wise person once said. Kylie, I think." He started to walk around. "The Wire's got big plans. It'll need. Yes, yes, yes, it's got to harvest half the population. Millions and millions of people and where are we?"

"Muswell Hill."

"Muswell Hill," He repeated the boy then widened his eyes looking at Rita. "Muswell Hill! Which mean" He turned in the direction of the large television transmitter. "Alexandra Palace, biggest TV transmitter in North London. Oh, that's why it chose this place. Tommy?"

 "What are you going to do?" He asked

"We're going shopping." They ran back into the shop The Doctor started to turn the building upside down looking for a large valve. 

"Is this what you want?" Tommy asked holding up the part The Doctor runs over.

"Perfect! Right, I need one more thing." He then ran back to the TARDIS Rita behind him. "Stay here!" He shouted running inside.

"What's he doing@?" Tommy asked.

"I tend not to question it" Rita answered. "We need to keep that thing from coming back so he's getting something to do just that" She explained just as the Doctor ran back out. "Got it. Let's go." They run heading for the tower.

After more running through streets, they arrive at the transmitter. "There!" Tommy shouts pointing at Magpie who was climbing the transmitter.

"Come on!" The Doctor shouted. A guard goes to stop them but the Doctor shows the psychic paper.

"Oh! I'm very sorry, sir, ma'am. Shouldn't you be at the Coronation?" One of the men asked.

Ma'am?  Rita thought.

 "They're saving us a seat." The Doctor replied running. 

"Who did he think you were?" Tommy asked running with the two.

"King and Queen of Belgium, apparently." Rita felt her cheeks heat up at that for some reason that she didn't know why or was able to explain. They arrived at a control room and the Doctor opened it with the sonic screwdriver. 

"Keep this switched on. Don't let anyone stop you, Tommy. Everything depends on it. You understand?" He nodded frantically at him. "Rita stay with him" She nodded not arguing with him as he ran out wire attached to him. 

"What's he doing," Tommy asked.

"Something clever" She replied. "Tommy go to the store and get another valve"

"Why?" He asked.

"Tommy do you trust the Doctor?" She asked, there was no reply. "Tommy do you?!" She raised her voice a little.

"Yes," He replied running out heading to the store for another valve. Rita paced around the room she knew he could do this but what if something happened? What if something changed from the 'episode' and now what if he fell? She ran a hand through her brown hair. Tommy soon arrived back and there was a spark where the valve was. Tommy handed Rita the replacement and she changed the valve as fast as she could. She breathed out a sigh and sunk into a chair next to her knowing that the Doctor had saved the Earth once more. 

 "What have I missed?" The Doctor asked casually leaning against the door. 

"Doctor!" Tommy and Rita turned, she ran up to him giving him a tight hug which he returned. 

"You okay?" She asked him pulling away from the tight squeeze.

"I'm always okay" He smiled.

"What happened?" Tommy asked.

"Sorted. Electrical creature, TV technology, clever alien life form." He winked at Rita who rolled her eyes at him giving a slight nudge with her elbow. "That's me by the way." He told Tommy. "I turned the receiver back into a transmitter and I trapped the Wire in here." He pressed a button and a tape popped out. 

"I just invented the home video thirty years early. Betamax. Oh, look. God save the Queen, eh?" He raised a brow at Rita. They exited the control room and walked along the road. 

"They all have their faces back," Rita told Tommy. 

"Gran will be back?" He asked.

"Yeah" She nodded. "And Rose" She looked up at the Doctor smiling, he returned it and they headed towards where all the people who didn't have their faces were kept.

Tommy's gran then turned around and noticed him standing there once they arrived. She held a hand to her mouth and pointed at him  "Oh, it's my grandson, Oh, son!" He ran up to her giving her a hug. 

Rita noticed Rose grinning at them both, she lightly tapped the Doctors arm and nodded her head in Rose's direction when he was looking at her slightly frowning a little not understanding what she wanted, but then he did and saw Rose clearly standing out of the crowd with her bright pink skirt. The two let out a chuckle running up to the blonde and crashing into her with a hug almost causing her to fall over. 

"Are you okay?" The Doctor asked Rose letting her go. She nodded in response giving out a small laugh. "Yeah, I'm fine, you two?" 

"We're good, the Doctor had a shocking time against the Wire" Rita laughed at her own pun, the Doctor rolled his eyes. "That hurt!" He said in protest. He linked his arms with both girls and they headed out of the Yard heading back towards where the street party was being held. 

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The three walked along the street smiling with the girls an arm still linked with the Doctor's "We could go down the Mall, join in with the crowds." Rose suggested Rita shook her head shrivelling up her nose at the thought of being in a huge crowd of people.

"Nah, that's just pomp and circumstance." The Doctor shook his head. "This is history right here." He let go of them and waved his arms about. 

"The domestic approach." Rose raised a brow.

"Exactly."

"And you said you hated domestics" Rita smirked a little.

"Will it, that thing, is it trapped for good on video?" Rose asked looking at the tape.

"Hope so. Just to be on the safe side though, I'll use my unrivalled knowledge of transtemporal extirpation methods to neutralise the residual electronic pattern."

"You what?" Rose looked very confused.

"What he means is that he's going to tape it over." She laughed. "Why can't you just say that?" The brunette shook her head at him.

"Doesn't make me sound clever otherwise" He winked.

The Doctor turned to Tommy. "Tell you what, Tommy, you can have the scooters. Little present. Best, er, keep them in the garage for a few years, though, eh?" He suggested, Tommy nodded then saw his dad leaving the house with his case.

"Good riddance," Tommy muttered then turned his head to see his mother and his gran hugging as Mister Connolly walked off down the street.

"Is that it, then, Tommy? New monarch, new age, new world. No room for a man like Eddie Connelly."

"That's right. He deserves it." Rita drew her brows together then looked over at Rose, they both looked at Tommy thinking exactly the same thing.

"Tommy, go after him." Rose told the boy.

"What for?" He asked frowning looking up at her.

"He's your dad." she said.

"And you only get one of those, well unless you happen to see another in a parallel universe but that most likely wouldn't happen." The boy looked at the brunette confused, the Doctor and Rose shook theirs heads giggling a little at her comment.

"He's an idiot." Tommy protested about following his father.

"Of course he is. Like Rose said, he's your dad." She smiled then convinced him to go. "But you're clever. Clever enough to save the world, so don't stop there. Go on." She gave him a nudge and he ran over to his father taking the suitcase out of his hand and carrying it for him, father and son side by side. The Doctor turned to the girls with two glasses of orange in his hand giving one of each of them before picking up his own. They had a toast and then drank the orange. "So what do we do now?" Rita asked placing the glass beside her and crossing her arms leaning against part of the table behind her.

"Same old life back to the TARDIS, right?" He looked between then.

Rose hummed a yes drinking her orange.

"Wouldn't have it any other way, although I would like to get out of this leather when we get back, bit sticky" She scrunched up her nose sticking out her tongue a little.

"Of course" The Doctor and Rose both laughed linking their arms again, The Doctor then held out his other for the brunette to take which she did, then they slowly walked back to the TARDIS.