This is the sequel to To: Rose From: Doctor. I strongly suggest you do not read if you have not read Letters to Rose or Letters to the Doctor. Anyways, hey guys! Finally, the end to the Letters To Rose stories. Well, the official end. I might do a few more oneshots. There will be other fanfictions. Allonsy!

Rose Tyler walked down the hallway at a brisk pace. Jack Harkness followed at her heels, arguing fiercely.

"Rose, there's one chance in four it'll work." Jack's hands waved wildly as he tried to sketch the danger.

"I'll take the chance." Her face was impassive, blase. But if you knew her well, you could see past the calm mask and into the smile that was threatening to burst out.

"We're working with technologies far beyond our understanding!"

"If we've gotten this far, we can finish it."

Jack grew frantic. "Rose, it's not worth the danger!"

Jack backed up quickly as Rose swung around, this argument finally having penetrated her calm. She grabbed his shoulders and spoke in a low, raw voice.

"Don't you ever, ever, tell me this isn't worth it. Never."

Rose swung back around and continued her path to the Torchwood experiment room.

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The Doctor had a grim expression on his face as he leaned back against the coral strut of the TARDIS. Martha had just left the TARDIS. Oh, why couldn't he have just taken her on one trip like he'd promised? Why couldn't he have just dealt with the problem of her feelings? One day he'd taken a look at her face and seen the love there, but he'd done nothing about it. He wasn't that kind of man anymore. He hadn't been since Canary Wharf.

The Doctor's mind drifted back to those golden memories. His beautiful Rose.

He sighed. At least he'd sent those letters to her. Now she'd know. She would always know that his love stretched across the universes, all the way to her. He smiled. And through his half shut eyes, he glimpsed a glow on the floor of the TARDIS.

"No," He said, with awe in his face. He stood up straight and hurried over, crouching next to the light. "That's not possible."

And yet, there it was, a stack of letters with a faint golden light emanating from it. And when the glow faded, the Doctor gently picked up the first piece of paper from the stack. It read "To: Doctor From: Rose".

Rose had done it. She'd managed to find the crack and send the letters through it, something the Doctor had never dared hope would be possible.

He slowly read the letters, savoring each one. And when he was done, the Doctor gradually leaned back against the control panel, a smile on his face and love in his eyes.

"Oh, Rose." He said. "My fantastic Rose."