As promised the second chapter and with this chapter this is now complete. :D Hope you enjoyed.
Jack frowned at the letter sitting in front of him; he'd been surprised to find it was addressed to him in an unknownhandwriting but with her as the return address. He hadn't been expecting that. And he'd forgotten about even writing that letter.
He read through it and did not fight the tears that made their way down his face as he read. He hated remembering his time on the TARDIS, hated it because nothing had come close to how wonderful it had felt to be on the TARDIS and he knew he couldn't get that feeling back. He read the PS and frowned. He'd asked the Doc to not send it on to him because he didn't want it and he stood by that even now. He was about to crumple the letter up when he noticed something written on the back of the letter. He turned it over and blinked in surprise.
Dear Captain Jack Harkness, Leader of Torchwood Three, Torchwood Cardiff. 2000
You died in a blaze of glory and somehow you were brought back. As you've probably picked by now, I'm not the same Doctor you knew, I regenerated, I know I talked to you about that process, I know because you wouldn't stop asking questions about things I didn't want to answer… such as the question about what I'd do if I found I'd regenerated into a woman, or a eunuch…thanks for that, going to be scared of regenerating forever now.
I sent this letter on to you because, well, I just wanted a chance to say that I'm sorry and to say that Rose and I missed you when you were gone. I can say we went back for you but that would be lying but we couldn't go back for you, Rose thought you were dead and I-I just could not go back, it's hard to explain and so I shall not attempt to at this moment. I hope you don't hate your life now and I hope you know that things will start to look up in the next few years, Captain and I hope you and your team continue to do what you do best.
Sincerely,
The Doctor. 10th regeneration.
PS. You wrote the time stamp wrong… it arrived at the TARDIS 5 years after you left, Jack…what were you doing when you wrote that?
PPS. You will understand everything later on, that I can promise you. Yours, the Doctor.
Jack sighed heavily and put the letter down on his desk before getting to his feet, he looked down into the hub, at his new team working. He'd rebuilt Torchwood. Destroyed all the past laws and rules of the institute and hired only the best and brightest for the jobs. He'd tried to make a Torchwood the Doctor would be proud of and now it seemed the Doctor was. Jack smiled; he didn't regret the letter being sent on in the slightest, not anymore.
Let it be known that I liked this chap less than the first :D
