Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. The title this time was taken from the Cardigans "Love fool."

11. The unicorn and the wasp: Fool me, fool me, go on and fool me

Dearest Rose,

I've kept going somehow. I live on hoping to make you and Jenny proud. I feel sometimes as if it's all too easy for me. You humans can be devastated by grief, live the rest of your life completely lost without another. I've seen men who have just stopped after losing their loves or their children. Yet here I am still moving.

I guess I just don't have that option, but I still feel it, know that. It's a missing beat, a lost piece to the puzzle that is me; you and Jenny. I have to keep moving, despite how lost I feel without you.

And . . . I have Donna. She really is quite brilliant and reminds me of you. No A-levels, no high paying job or prospect of one and yet at times she seems to outsmart even me.

For example, we've just left Agatha Christie, I KNOW! But Donna she called it, all along, how the events were playing out like one of Agatha's books. Turns out she was right; a mix up in telepathic communications led to a killer who thought life was an Agatha Christie novel.

Quite amazing how things turn out, in the end.

Now I must tell you and don't get jealous or upset. Donna kissed me, but in doing so she saved my life. It meant nothing she provided a necessary shock to my system and helped me get rid of the poison that was coursing through me.

It was nothing like our kisses. I always wondered if you remembered our first, when the time vortex was still inside your mind. I suspected you did. Such a strong mind, like Agatha's. And though her memory was wiped, the events and memories still bled through inspiring her to write. Did that happen for you? Did you remember how I kissed you, literally sucking the time vortex from you? Or am I foolishly wishing you did?

Is this all just foolish hope? Am I hanging all of my dreams on some too distant star only to not reach them when the time comes?

I hope not. Such a good word, hope, four letters, yet they are what keep us going. Much like love and funnily enough for me they both are tied to another four-letter word. Now get your mind out of the gutter you cheeky Monkey. For me they are tied to Rose.

I love you.

The Doctor