Epilogue

Five people sat around the table in Gwen's dining room, with a sixth comfortably reclined on her couch. Gwen and Rhys had brought out coffee for everyone, and a very milky and sweetened tea for the Doctor who sipped it from his place on the couch. "Tosh... are you all right?" asked Jack, looking over the table at the young computer technician.

She shrugged and looked back at him. "Only if you can say you are."

Jack sighed, his expression no where near his usual bright or happy expression. He stared out the window into the back garden behind Gwen and Rhys' home.

John Hart stood up and shook the Doctor's hand. "I think I should be going. Doctor, it was a pleasure to meet you and say that I had the honour of actually meeting a Time Lord."

"John Hart – if you give yourself half a chance you might surprise yourself," said the Doctor as he shook the other man's hand.

"Well, it's been..." He was about to say 'fun' but it didn't seem appropriate. "... yeah. See you around. Jack... if you ever need anything you know my frequency."

Jack raised a hand to wave to his former colleague right before the man disappeared in a flash of light, his vortex manipulator repaired. The Doctor looked over and up at Jack. "I am sorry for Owen and Grey," said the Doctor softly.

"Don't be," said Jack. "You saved Tosh. We all know she'd be dead too, if not for your intervention. It hurts like hell right now but... damn..."

The Doctor was quiet as he left the other man to his thoughts, looking over what remained of the team. Gwen, with her ability to remind her fellow team members of the humanity of those that surrounded them... or that aliens were people too. Toshiko Sato, whom he knew was meant to die yesterday but for some reason the TARDIS changed the future just enough to allow her to live. Ianto Jones, so quiet but yet brilliantly observant. And, of course, their leader Jack Harkness.

He wasn't supposed to be here, he knew. Time itself was warping and changing to match the new time line and he didn't know why. The changes were small, minor, and flexible.

Or perhaps they were meant to be this way and the TARDIS was changing them back.

The Doctor only knew one thing for certain, no matter who had gone...

...Something was still coming.

OH MY GOD, sorry that took so long to finish.

And sorry that there's another installment before this little trilogy finishes. Obviously, Journey's End has to be different now too...