This is just a little scene that I think should happen to tie up Jack's discoveries at the end of Last of the Time Lords.

Disclaimers: As usual, I own nothing.

Jack Harkness sat in the pub, downing his third whiskey. His team was still a little irritated that they weren't privy to the details of his disappearance, or the fact that the hand he'd been so protective of for so long was mysteriously missing. The Doctor and Martha were long gone, although he'd checked and discovered that she was back in London living the long life again.

A fourth drink appeared before him. He had it almost downed when he saw a brown coat next to him. A quick glance confirmed that it was the Time Lord.

"Banana daiquiri."

Jack choked on the last bit of his own drink. Laughing and coughing, he looked over. "You realize that your choice of drink will get you beat up on some planet somewhere."

The Doctor shrugged with a careless smile. "I've never really worried about it. Deal with it when it comes."

They sat in silence for a few moments. Jack grinned when the Doctor pulled the umbrella out of his drink and dropped it in Jack's.

"I did some checking up on you in the future," he said calmly.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Jack finished his fifth drink. "So, what's there that you can tell me without me having to retcon myself?"

"Just the important stuff." He looked over at Jack. "You do die."

"I do?"

The Doctor smiled again at the relief in his voice. "I wouldn't go planning the funeral just yet though."

Jack laughed. "All right. I can handle that. And I'll wait." He held up a hand to halt the bartender pouring him another one. "It was the not knowing that was the hardest. And scariest."

They sat quietly and listened to the cheers from the patrons watching the match on the television in the corner. Jack spoke first. "Is it a good death?"

"The best."

"Saving lives?"

"Thousands. Including some very cute kittens."

That garnered a very strange look from Jack. "Okay. Sure that daiquiri wasn't spiked with something else?"

"I'm sure."

He sagged in his seat. "Thank you, Doctor." Standing finally, Jack leaned against the chair steadying himself. The Doctor stood, too, and slipped the tipsy man's arm over his shoulder.

"Let's get you home."

They walked back out to the plaza where Jack directed him. Walking over to the fountain where they'd once parked the TARDIS, the two men sank down on a nearby bench.

"Do I ever get to see Rose again?" he asked suddenly. Then just as quickly he waved the question off. "I know. Don't tell me. I won't give anything away that way."

"Yes."

Jack gave the Doctor a long look. "Are you sure that I won't give something away?"

"You don't."

"You seem pretty sure of that."

"I am." The Doctor finally returned his stare. "I was there, after all."

"Ah. Good point."

The Time Lord stared up at the sheet of cascading water. "Well, about time to head out and about the universe again."

"All right. I appreciate you taking the time to tell me." He looked up at the Doctor. "You didn't have to, you know."

"I know."

Jack called out to him as he started one last question. "When I die, whenever that is…"

"Yes?"

"Am I alone?"

The Doctor smiled, and if Jack had to identify the expression, he'd have called it enigmatic. "No. You are not alone." Then he was gone.