for rude_not_ginger Notes from nowhere.

[quitehomoerotic]

March 28 2011

Doctor,

This letter is pointless.

Seriously, it's pointless. When I see you next, I'm going going to give it to you. There's no way you're going to ever read it but I'm writing it anyway. Deal with it.

I've spent the last two weeks with nothing and nobody but the TARDIS to talk to, and lovely as she is, Doctor she's not really much of a conversationalist. Not with me at least.

So fine, I thought, got to do something, right? So I thought hey, why not, I'll write to him. At least this time you can't answer back. Makes a change for you really, wouldn't you say? Well since you can't answer I'll answer for you.

Okay, right, to the meat of this thing.

I'm in March 2011. Last time I saw you was December 25th 2010. Fourteen days ago.

I've been here two weeks. The TARDIS won't move and my vortex manipulator is completely burned out. Looked for parts but can't seem to find what I need. I'll keep giving it a go but if that doesn't work I'm travel free. (Though I'm sure if you were here you'd fix it in seconds. How the hell do you do that?)

I'm trying, while I can, to research what happened last Christmas. I guess that maybe if I find that out I can work out how to get back. Nothing is showing up this end yet.

Trying not to do much interacting too. I'll be back with you soon so the less contact I make the better. I'm guessing that you probably just set the TARDIS to keep me safe and out of the way. I'm annoyed at you over that by the way. We'll have words.

I'm going to the library later. Going to check the newspaper archives for any strange occurrences around Christmas. Maybe something will show up. Guess I'll find out.

Also what the hell is wrong with the air con in here lately? It's freezing. Sort it out.

You better not be getting yourself hurt out there. If you are, I'll kill you myself.

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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Jack,

I look different.

I thought I liked how I look. But there's gray in my hair and there're wrinkles around my eyes and I'm not

I don't know why I'm writing this.

I miss you.

[quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com]

Doctor,

You know what's one of the worst things? This stupid loop, I just can't stop it, can I? Whatever I do, I can't run from this. Part of me wants to, you know, but I'll never manage it because I have to find you. I have to work all this out. And I could never leave the TARDIS alone. I talk to her now, you know, sometimes I think she's even responding.

Please come back soon. Please.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Jack,

I'm better.

No, really, I'm better. I've seen what I can do, I've seen how much I can change. It's better.

You'll see. You'll understand, you'll get it.

I'll be back soon.

[quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com]

Doctor,

I left last week. I left for two weeks. I went away. I told people my name was Mark.

And then the only damn thing I could think of was you. What does all of this mean? What the hell is going on back there?

I'll get there, I promise.