AN: As much as I don't like AN's, I seem to write them a lot... Anywho, I have nothing to do except watch british TV on Netflix (which im doing while I write this, any Being Human fans out there?) so I'm writing this. I am officially the only one out of a five person family that isn't sick. Some one suggested one with Donna, and my amazing friend from Google+ gave me this idea :)

Song of the update: I Don't Care ~ Apocalyptica

Letters To The Future

Donna heard a sniffling sound from the library. She was never much a fan of books, always preferred magazines, until she met the doctor. Now she realizes just how small those celebrities are, just how little the newest scandals matter.

She wondered down the vast empty corridors, a dim light was the only thing stopping her from walking into a book shelf. She heard the sniffle again, and saw the shadowy light flicker on the second floor to her left. Apparently the TARDIS didn't like the idea of the Doctor being alone at that moment.

Donna followed the flickering light and found the Doctor, slow tears tracing his cheeks in the pail light. He hadn't noticed her, he was to busy reading what looked like a letter. She walked up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, silently giving him strength. He didn't look up, but he wiped away tears.

"Where should we go today? I've always wanted to go to the planet Midnight, or we could visit Agatha Christie! Never met Agatha, I've met Shakespeare, even met good-old Charles Dickens..." His voice was strong and had a forced-happy tone to it, but Donna noticed how his voice trailed off at the end, as if he didn't mean to say any thing about 'good-old Charles Dickens'.

"No" She whispered, her voice firm and her grip on his arm comforting. He looked at her in surprise, evidently people didn't say no to him very often. "Whats wrong? You can tell me" Her voice was soft, a surprising character change from the loud (and slightly obnoxious) girl he had come to think of as a sister.

"I found" he choked slightly, trying to hold back sobs, "I found these letters. The TARDIS directed me to them and she..." another sob racked his body. "She left them to me because she knew she would have to leave. Why did she have to go Donna, why do they all have to go?" His voice when from soft and wavering, to pleading and, maybe, just a little scared.

"Who left you the letters, spaceman?" Even though she used the childish nickname she usually reserves for when yelling at the Doctor, her voice held nothing but sorrow.

The Doctor was still choking back sobs but he managed to whisper a name "Rose Tyler"

"What do the letters say sweetheart?" Her voice was quite, trying not to push him, but knowing that he had to talk about it. He didn't answer, he walked away, all traces of tears gone but the sadness still haunting his eyes. The letters were left, not forgotten, not abandoned, not even put aside, they were left to wait on the desk until the silent seconds of peace granted him a moment alone to weep about lost times.

Donna picked up a letter and read the fancy script printed on the paper.

My dearest Doctor,

We met Sarah-Jane Smith today, lovely gall. I know what you see in her. I don't know what you see in me, though. A lonely shop girl from the estates that got her heart stolen by a mad man in a blue box. How did I deserve your love? And I know, I know, you might never admit your love. But ill tell you one thing. If you ever realize that I loved you just as much as you loved me, I want you to know that I know. You may have never said the words, those magical words I have waited all my life to hear, but you told me, every time you took my hand, every time you read to me, every time you became my shoulder to lean on, every time you opened up to me. You told me. So now, I'm telling you. Doctor, my beautiful wounded Doctor, I love you with all my heart, and I will never stop loving you if I live forever. I know that one day, I must leave you, only the future can tell us why and how, but I know that one day I must. I just wanted you to know, I wanted you to know that I love you too.

RMT