Disclaimer : I don't own Doctor who, but if Ten's on sale I'll take him.
AN : Yeah, um… Rose writes a series of letters to the Doctor, knowing they'll never be sent. Two months after the events of Doomsday (– makes me sad just to type that word).
I don't know why I'm writing this when I know you'll never read it. I guess it's just one of those things, you know like when you water the plant that you know is already dead, or run away from a water fight even though you're already wet through. But mum said it would be good for me. Get stuff out on paper, you know.
It's been two months. Doesn't much feel like two months. In one way it feels like forever since I saw you, and at the same time it feels like just yesterday we were running for our lives together. Funny, that. Well, we've all pretty much settled into a routine – you know, domestic, normal stuff. I hate that. It's all right though.
It's different, being here. I mean, the universe ain't that different, but it's just different from my old life, you know, with all this normal stuff. Takes a while to get back into it really. No more running for my life – well, sometimes I am, I work a torchwood after all. But it's different. More paperwork than on the TARDIS, that's for sure. Aliens once a week is good, but it's not the same.
I knew it'd be hard. I just never thought it'd be this hard. Still, you got to be optimistic. What would you think of me sitting here and acting like it's the end of the world?
If I'm honest though, it seems like the end of the world everywhere. Everyone just seems so… sad. I dunno, maybe I'm imagining it but you don't see a smile anymore. Weird, eh? Andy says it's 'cause of some sorta recession. Andy's a friend of mine from Torchwood. Nice bloke – bad hair (too blonde, too short). He isn't as miserable as everyone else though, which is good. Can cheer me up sometimes.
Everyone else's sad though… ah well, perhaps I just see what I feel.
Raining again. Ah well, it fits. Andy's calling me, I gotta go.
Guess what?! …Mickey's got a girlfriend! Oh, not me – ha. No it's this woman from Torchwood (Yeah, he works here too). Her name's Claire, nice woman. It's good, you know, reminds me that life goes on… He wasn't gonna tell us though! But I caught them kissing in the Torchwood staff room. You should have seen Mickey's face, you'd've laughed, I did. Said he didn't tell me 'cause he thought I'd miss you more. Or something like that.
Anyway, all's good here. I hope you're OK. Must be lonely, in the TARDIS all alone. I mean, unless you have company. I wonder if you do… guess I'll never know. I hope you do, I'd hate tot think of you all alone in there.
I miss you.
It's weird… I can't find the others. The other letters. Don't suppose it matters too much, it's not like they're gonna be sent but I like reading them to myself. And what if someone else finds them? Oh God, what if mum finds them? Or Pete? Or Mickey? God. Well, they'll turn up I guess.
Pete keeps banging on about a going on holiday to cheer us all up. I wish I shared his enthusiasm, but to be honest I don't think it'll make much difference, it's miserable everywhere. Stupid universe. Really makes you miss home. Everywhere's on edge.
It's like, I dunno… it's hard to explain. People are worried. And no one seems to know why. Probably just a dry period in the world. Maybe it's the rain. Raining again, always raining.
Not all sad though, Mickey and Claire are getting serious and mum's getting bigger by the minute. Hormone city though, if I ever get pregnant I sure hope I don't turn into the tornado she's become… then again, dunno if I want a baby. Maybe someday. Gotta move on sometime, right?
Andy says the suicide rate's gone up, and I'm not really surprised. But I am worried. Am scared Doctor. I wish you were here. I wish you could tell me what's going on, 'cause something is going on! No one's panicking, but everyone's worried, scared. Like there's no one happy. Am I just overreacting? Is it just all the rain we've been having?
It's raining now. But it feels like thunder.
Feels like a storm's coming.
AN: Love it? Hate it? If the response is good I'll continue, otherwise it will have to lie forgotten I'm afraid. Remember, reviewing is good for your health. Oh, and there is actually a point and plot to this by the way.