Author's Note: OH MY RASSILON THIS TOOK SO LONG AND I'M SO SORRY! First I had major writer's block on how to even write this chapter, then I had finals, then I got sick, then I went on vacation, then I got sick again, then I had make-up work and now I'm in the hospital. Anyways, I hope to get the next chapters out faster since I already started them kind of. I really just wanted to wrap up with Jackie before I moved on. Any suggestions on where to go next, please leave me a review and I hope at least some of my readers are still around

Thanks for reading,

Sephri

In a stately manor set away from London, a small happy family lived. The doorbell rang and a small dog started yapping in the parlor. A balding man in a nice work suit opened the door. The visitor was a postal delivery man. He had a satchel of mail over one shoulder and carried a large envelope in his hands. "Can I help you?" the owner of the house asked.

The delivery man replied, "I have a letter for Jackie Tyler."

"You could've just stuck it in the mailbox, mate," the bald man joked, taking the envelope. He turned to look over his shoulder into the house. "Jackie, mail for you!"

The postman smiled "Sorry, sir. Special delivery." He reached into his satchel and pulled out a clipboard and pen. "Can you sign here, please?"

Pete tucked the envelope under his arm and took the offered pen. Just as he finished scribbling his signature, a blonde woman came down the stairs, fastening the back on her earring. "Who's it from then?"

"Dunno yet," Pete answered. "Here you take it." He handed the letter to his wife. Turning back to the delivery man, he thanked him for his time and shut the door. When he turned to face his wife, he realized she hadn't moved since she had taken the letter from him. "Jackie? Are you alright?"

Jackie's eyes were misty and her mouth was slightly open in amazement. The letter in her hands was shaking slightly. Pete cleared his throat and Jackie jumped slightly. "It's—it's her handwriting," she murmured, her voice breaking.

"Whose? Rose's?" Pete asked disbelieving. He came to her side and scanned the address on the envelope. "Are you sure?"

Jackie recoiled from him and smacked him gently on the stomach. "She's my daughter, of course I'm sure!" Heading into the parlor, she gently pried open the envelope. The small terrier that had previously announced the mail yipped at Jackie's feet as she made her way to one of the armchairs. Jackie shook the contents of the envelope onto her lap and perused them. Some photographs and a letter spilled out and Jackie gathered them up like they were precious jewels. Jackie took a shaky breath; she had been waiting, hoping for some word from her lost flower for years and receiving this letter was like a miracle. With each photograph, she took a few minutes to study them extensively, even stroking her fingers along the edges as if to assure herself they were real. She held them to her heart and tried to control her emotions so she could read the letter. Opening it carefully, she read it over three times. Her tears couldn't be held back anymore and, being careful to keep the paper dry, she refolded it and held it with the pictures.

Jackie could never blame her daughter. She loved her too much to hold something against her like that. Even though she never fully approved of the Doctor, Jackie could tell that Rose loved him. Call it a mother's intuition or simply her own perceptive nature, but Jackie knew that separating Rose and the Doctor would have wounded them both. She would be happier there with him than she could have been here, separated forever.

There was a quiet knock on the door frame and Jackie looked up. Pete stood in the doorway with their toddler Tony on his hip. "Are you alright, sweetheart?" he asked gently.

Jackie gave him a watery smile. "I'll be okay," she answered. She took her letter and photos and slipped them back in the envelope, setting it down on a side table. "Hello, my beautiful boy," she cooed, turning her attention to the little blonde boy. He laughed and reached out for her, his tiny fingers grasping. Jackie took him from her husband and kissed his cheek. "We'll be better than okay," she promised. Pete smiled and kissed Jackie on the forehead. Rose was right. They were on to new adventures.