Hannah Smith's grave
Glasgow, Scotland
Post Miracle Day
Some time in 2011"Jack, what are we doing here?" Gwen Cooper sat in the rainy graveyard. The captain in question waved her off and wandered a short distance to a particular grave.
"Yo, World War Two, can we get out of here? It's raining. And cold" Rex Matherson started towards Jack with a sigh of annoyance.
The captain sighed and addressed his companions. "Just wait in the car. I'll be fine"
Jack's two companions rushed back to the car, where Rhys Williams waited with his daughter on his knee. "Where's Jack?"
"Out there" his wife responded.
"You just left him?!"
"That's what he said to do, Rhys" Gwen responded sharply to her husband's wild statement.
Meanwhile, Jack stood in the rain, which came down in sheets and mixed with his tears. He gulped, then spoke to the grave.
"Hi, Hans, it's me. It's Captain Jack Harkness. It took me six years and I finally found the courage and the time to come up here. Life's been horrible since you died. I've lost the entire team." Jack paused for a moment, collecting himself before starting on his loss.
"Susie was first, she killed herself after we found out she was killing people. I had no control over her, she killed herself in front of me and I couldn't stop her.
Then I lost Owen and Tosh at the same time. Owen was shot and killed. I brought him back to life. Then I lost him a few weeks later. He died stopping a nuclear meltdown. But he got trapped with the radiation. It killed him for good that time. No bringing him back from that.
And Tosh... my brother killed her. He shot her and she slowly bled out on the floor in front of me. I was holding her when she died. She looked so beautiful when she died. I thought I could save her, but in the end, I couldn't."
Jack stood on front of the grave, collecting his thought. He knew he would start sobbing during the retelling of the next team member's death.
"And Ianto... I fell in love with him. You said to find someone, and I did. He became closed off after your death. Then, he slowly got worse and worse after that. He went through so much trauma and pain. And I saved him, or so I thought. He ended up... he... I could have saved him too. Hans, he died in my arms. Because of something I did. I convinced him to come with me on that mission. I told him it would be easy. We'd bargain, we'd win. And in the end. He ended up inhale... inhaling a deadly toxin of sorts. I thought I could save him. He died in my arms too. He told me he loved me, but I could bring myself to say it back. He died not knowing how I felt about him."
Jack stood sobbing in the rain, waiting for the tears to stop. He doubted that they ever would truly stop when he thought about any of he team, but when they stopped on this certain occasion, he knew they wouldn't start again for a while.
"Most recently, we had Ester die. You didn't know her. She was CIA. She was innocent and well meaning. But she also managed to be strong and determined at the same time. Every time I looked or talked to her, you popped up in my mind. She sacrificed herself to turn the world back to normal" Jack stopped at this, sighing and turning away. As he walked back to the car he smiled.
Gwen stared at a soaking wet Captain Jack as he crawled in to the car. He smiled, shivering in the cold.
"Are you alright, Jack?" She asked. The American shook his head. Jack shivered hard as he did this. "Rhys, turn the heaters up! He's freezing!"
"Well he's the one who chose to go stand in the rain on a cold day. So I say he deserves it" Gwen smacked her husband hard across the head and he reached for the heaters, blasting them to the highest setting. Jack stripped off his coat, revealing his mostly dry shirt underneath. He smiled appreciatively at Gwen for her help.
Rex cleared his throat. "Where do we go now?" He asked, hoping for an answer.
Gwen smiled at him. "Home"
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