Back at Torchwood, Jack had recovered from his injuries quickly, as only someone who was almost entirely immortal could.

He had gathered his team, along with his friends The Doctor and Rose Tyler, on the roof of the Millennium Centre for a memorial service.

It was a moonless night, and the stars shined brilliantly against their inky backdrop.

High above the waters of the Bristol Channel there were fireworks – they were Jack's doing, of course – beautiful collections of pink palm-shell, dazzling orange kamuro, and brilliant white spider effects lit up the midnight sky and reflected off the waves below.

Jack recalled the last time they'd gathered there, beneath the stars but under very different circumstances: Wil had been on a different planet, in a different galaxy, and her sister had still been alive.

The Captain had wearied of his call to duty. There had been so many deaths… so much destruction. Perhaps he had tired of Torchwood. 'Perhaps,' he thought, bones quaking at the very idea, 'Torchwood has become tired of me.'

The group stood and watched mostly in silence, articulating only the occasional muted "ooh!" or "ah!" during a particularly pleasing pyrotechnic explosion.

After the fireworks ended, Jack cleared his throat, took Wil's hand and spoke.

"I never got the chance to meet your sister, but if she was anything like you, and I'm sure that she was, she was amazing, precious and unique. I love her because I know little sisters play a big role in how their older sisters turn out. And I thank her for that," he looked deeply into Wil's eyes. "I thank her for who you are."

He inhaled slowly and then raised his face towards the heavens, a minister preaching to his flock. "The world is a lesser place for her loss, and we are all diminished by her death. But as long as I am alive, I will not forget her, and as long as she is not forgotten, she will be with us. I know that my words are totally inadequate. I am so sorry for your loss."

Jack lowered his gaze, brought Wil's hand up to his lips, kissed it softly, and then released it.

"Thank you," Wil whispered, the dim light painting the tear streaks on her face silver. She turned and walked slowly to the long, spiral staircase leading back to the Hub.

All the others followed her, except for Jack and The Doctor.

The two stood silently for a time, each lost in his own thoughts.

"Jack, it's time for us to leave."

"Yeah, I know."

There was another long pause.

"Doctor, aren't you going to ask me to come with you?"


"Funny, because I would've told you yes."

"I know. That's why I didn't ask."

The Doctor walked away, leaving Jack alone beneath the silent canopy of stars.


"Avenge not yourselves, but rather give place unto wrath: for it is written, Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord."



Dear faithful reader, Such ends the third part of my second trilogy. Did you like it? Did you hate it? Are you bored with me? With my stories? With Wil? Would you like to read more? Take a moment to let me know! And to those of you who took the time: THANK YOU! You are the wind beneath my wings (really).

The sequel to 'Vengeance' is 'Prodigals' -- if you're wondering what happens next, read on!

ps thanks mom. i miss you.