Martha was already in bed, and the Doctor was working in the console room, when Jack came in. "Doctor, I need to talk to you."

He came out from under the console, and gave Jack a strange look, curious as to what he had to say.

"It's about Rose." He stated, and the Doctor's hearts skipped a beat. His chest tightened, and he had to fight to keep the pain from showing on his face.

"What about her?" He asked, his voice lifeless and monotone.

"She…she told me something about herself. Something that she wanted me to tell you…if…something happened to her. So I guess that this applies, and I'm not really sure how to say it, so I just tell you how it happened."

Jack had been sitting in the theatre room, enjoying a martini, when Rose suddenly came in. She sat on the opposite side of the couch, and refused to look at him. He could tell that something was wrong, and he'd only caught a glimpse of her face when she'd come in, so he let them sit in silence. Finally after several minutes, she looked at him, and her cheeks were wet. Her eyes were slightly puffy, and he could see that she'd been crying. "Jack, I need to tell you something."

He nodded, "You can tell me anything."

"Well, for the last few weeks, I've had the feeling like something bad is about to happen. So before it does, I want someone to know the truth. I know that it could never work, and I know that he can't feel the same, but I love him, Jack. I have since the first time we met. I don't know how it's possible, but I am always thinking about him, even when I'm asleep. I dream about him, and I just want you to do me a favor. If anything happens to me, I want you to tell him how I feel. Can you do that?"

"Of course, Rose. Of course." He said, certain and serious.

She sat there for a minute more, before leaving to return to her room.

"She really loved you, Doctor. She really did."

A single tear rolled down the Doctor's cheek, and he just nodded, turning away from him. "Thank you, Jack."

"Anytime, Doc." He said, and left the console room, letting the Doctor be alone with his emotions. He sat for a long time, and a countless number of thoughts swirled in his mind. But then one thought alone stood out from the rest, and gave the doctor hope for the future.

How many more secrets were held within his TARDIS? How many more messages from the love of his life did he have yet to find?

He didn't know, but he looked forward to finding out with time, and that alone would be enough to keep him going.

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Author's Note to readers:

Thanks for reading, and I hope you liked it. This is the first in my "Secrets" series, which follows the Doctor over time as he discovers the secrets left in his TARDIS by Rose.