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[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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[quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com]

Doctor,

I'm going to stop dating these because I'm done with writing 'March'. You know when you get back lets make sure we never go to a March.

Because you are getting back. I'm not giving up on that. Like last time, remember last time? When you disappeared off for who knows how long. Married a Queen. Do you have any idea how jealous that made me? I don't DO jealous, Doctor. You rewrite my rules, don't you? See I can say that because you'll never read this.

I was thinking about the last few years. They've been pretty hard you know. Gets harder to remember the moments that were special. But they were there weren't they.

Maybe I will pop back to Cardiff. Go spend a night in that flat of mine.

Back to research.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

December 23, 1489

Jack,

Been a while since I've sat down and wrote a letter to you! Too much going on! Fought the horrible Red Maw. Have you heard about the horrible red maw? Remind me to write you up a proper story on that. Maybe I'll send it with my next letter.

Sort of ridiculous, of course. You won't get these letters, because I'm just going to pick you up a few minutes after I've left.

Still! Can't knock a bit of recreation, can we? And it's not quite like writing in a journal, the way River did. Does? Will? Sort of confusing, time and River.

I realize now that I've just read this entire letter aloud as I've written it. I really shouldn't travel alone for so long.

[quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com]

Doctor,

I hate politics. Did you know I hate politics? Well I do. Never did warm to them and over the last few years they've hardly done much to change that have they?

Well you know my favourite politician? Good old made up Harold Saxon? Well would you know it, his name has just been coming up all over the place. I'm just trying to work out how he plays into it all.

You know what right now it's a good job I'm not there with you because if I saw him, I'd kill him. Permanently.



PS. I've put a separate note in next to this one, something the TARDIS printed out. I'm pretty sure it's for you.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

To: Jack Harkness
PRIVATE PRIVATE PRIVATE
RE: Personal business (copy 45)

In the event of death, all material wealth and/or officially registered personal items belonging to the Doctor will go to Jack Harkness.

Total money in the Bank of Astrestia Major:
G4223 S2781 U19980
Total money in the Bank of Castroveria:
G22 S32121 U23
Total money in the Bank of Santriop 7:
G99801 S0 U0

Total personal items itemized:
Time and Relative Dimensions in Space machine (1)
Cash box 7

I, the undersigned, the Doctor acknowledge this document to be true and factual.


Official signature:

[quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com]

Doctor,

I think I saw you today. And it was you you not some other you. Have you ever been here I wonder? I wonder if it's in your past. I hope it's your future. Maybe I was with you.

I'm going to go back next month and have another look. If it's your past maybe I can talk to you and tell you what's happened. I could stop it all couldn't I? What would that do to time if I did? Would it damage things? You know maybe I don't even care if it does if it saves you.

I'm starting to sound like you back in Cardiff when I shot you, aren't I? Maybe I should just shoot myself.



ps. Failing that I might just go up to you next month and kiss you.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Jack,

I very nearly went back for you today.

Then I decided to go undo the Great Rebusia Disaster.

That was disastrous. Why weren't you here to tell me not to go that far?

I'm coming back, soon.

[quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com]

Doctor,

So one month on, I find it is you. Didn't go up to you or anything but it's definitely you. Next month, just you wait. Next month and I'll see you.

Stopped that girl from getting killed this month too. Didn't stop and talk or anything but it felt good. I think I'll stop it next month too.

Unless of course this ends first. Look at me, I've started talking like it never will. Maybe I'll go find that granddad of Donna's. Guess he'll be able to answer a few questions. You know it burns that you kept him with you and not me.

[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.