Author's Note: I got the inspiration for this after beginning season 3 of Doctor Who. I hope you enjoy it. This is also my first Doctor Who fanfic. Please review and tell me what you think! ~Jazzy
P.S. I rewrote after watching "Journey's End." Yay!
Dear Doctor
Rose sat at the desk, chewing the end of her pen. Bite marks were spread across it, marking out her anxiety. She closed her eyes and sighed. Her therapist, the one her mother had paid for, told her to write letters. To relieve the stress. Forget the past. Ha. Who could forget the Doctor?
Well. Here goes nothing.
Dear Doctor,
I am writing this letter, even though it will never be sent. Seems, pointless right? I kind of miss the pointless things that I was able to do with you. Because the most pointless act could be turned into an adventure. Everything had meaning.
People here aren't the same. They've tried to help, you know. Mickey's great- he's helping me "adjust" to my life here. But it's just not working quite right. His intentions are good, but he's changed. Everything's changed.
It's just not the same without you, my dear Doctor.
Everyday I wake up in this strange world, this strange city. It isn't my city. It isn't my real father. It isn't my house. Have you ever felt like that? Surrounded by strangers who don't understand anything.
Mickey's taking me to dinner tonight. I think he might still love me. But I can't possibly love him. It's because my heart belongs to someone else. Ah, no use not saying it. It belongs to you. And I never heard your last words. Sometimes it makes me upset and cry. I wish I knew your words. I think I knew what you were going to say. But that doesn't matter. I still want to hear them from you.
Sometimes I just feel these pangs of guilt. I am safe here. Perfectly safe, no doubt unhappy, but safe. And there you are, saving the world most likely. Facing danger, destroying aliens, putting your lives on the line. But alone. Forever alone. I feel so guilty inside.
Will you get another companion?
I don't think I want to know the answer to that question.
I live in a skyscraper, believe it or not! My father, well, fake father, works there now. He's famous. He's so happy to be with me and mum, but whenever I see him… I don't know. I just feel so cold inside my heart. I've seen my father die. This man isn't him.
If I could, doctor, I would go to you. I would live the rest of my life with you. Adventuring through space and time. It was the greatest time of my life. I don't understand why you said you wanted a normal life. It is hell. No excitement, no danger, just sadness and loss. I wish I was with you.
But I shouldn't be complaining. There's no way I can see you again. Right?
Rose stopped. Could there be a way? If there was… she'd have to find it. She set down the pen and pulled out her laptop, starting up a google search. Searches for time travel, portals, alternate dimensions. She absorbed all the knowledge.
There were ways. Sure, dangerous ways, but ways. She could broadcast herself to her Doctor. As long as he was watching, and listening, maybe he'd see her. She had to try. She owed him that much.
She fell asleep at 4 am, laptop buzzing and stifling hot. About 15 tabs were opened, each from different websites. She considered who might be in this world. Was there a Captain Jack? A good Torchwood? Maybe there was even another Doctor…
The possibilities were endless. And she knew that nothing could stop her now.
She would see him again.