This actually came about when I though about the letter I wrote to myself at the start of the year sometime that I should receive in about 5-10 years... It was so weird and I only wrote it cos a friend suggested I do it cos she was too, lol.

The Doctor frowned at the letter sitting across from him. When it had come in the post, he'd been confused and had contemplated sending it along to its rightful owner but curiosity got the better of him when he noticed that the address was written in the hand of its rightful owner and so he'd opened it.

The letter read.

Dear Captain Jack Harkness. Future Self.

It's been three years since I wrote this. I hope you are still on the TARDIS with Rose and the Doctor and I hope you're still the happiest you've ever been and if you're not, I hope it's because you found something that you just could not let go of. But if not and you are dead then I hope you went out in a blaze of glory, allowing the Doctor and Rose the time they needed to save the Universe.

If you're still in the TARDIS then I won't need to remind you how wonderful it feels to see Rose smiling, to hear her laughing, to watch her trying to teach the Doc to dance. I wonder if I have to remind you what it feels like to be so in love with the Doctor and he doesn't even know you exist, at least not that you exist in that way for him. I wonder if they both have stopped missing or ignoring the attraction they feel for each other. I'd think with the Doc's two hearts he'd be able to tell from the overdose of love he has that he does actually love that blonde but nope… he's so blind it's almost laughable.

I hope you've saved more planets than you can count, I wonder if you've managed to convince the Doc to trade his Sonic Screwdriver for something else so he can do more than put up cabinets in a jiff. I hope, above all else, that you are happy with whatever has happened and I hope you've been successful and I hope that your time with the Doc has taught you something about life and about yourself.

It's so weird writing to my future self knowing, you know, that my future self can't reply to this for fear of screwing up the Time/Space Continuum, this was just something Rosey told me to do so I did… anyway...

Yours Sincerely,

Captain Jack Harkness. Past Self.

PS.

I put the TARDIS as the address for this letter because, it's silly but, I hope that's where I will be in three years time. If I'm not and you are reading this because I am dead, Doctor, I hope I died doing something great. If I'm not on the TARDIS and it's because I've left, please don't send this on to me, it probably won't even pass my mind but if there's even the slightest chance that I regret leaving the TARDIS, leaving you, leaving Rose, I don't want this letter to remind me of what I threw away. Thanks, Jack.

The Doc breathed in and sighed, he didn't know what to do. Jack didn't want the letter to be sent on to him but the Doctor didn't want to keep the letter without Jack reading it just because it was Jack's letter. He looked at the TARDIS console and frowned.

"What do you think? Should I send it?" he asked, the TARDIS just whistled at him and he smiled. "Yeah, I think so too." he said, looking over at the letter. "I hope I don't regret this..." he said, reaching out to pick the letter up.

You gets to find out what happens in the next chapter, which should be up shortly after this one... :P