Obligatory Disclaimer: Inspired by, dedicated to and in the greatest respect of Doctor Who, Torchwood and especially David Tennant, who I never grow weary of watching.

"Doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love."
Act II, Sc. II

Author's Note:

I've taken dramatic license with this plot and my storyline has diverged from RTD's canon so you may want to suspend your disbelief if you take said canon seriously.
Or as our Doctor says in a later chapter, "Just go with me on this, okay?"


The Doctor opened his eyes and looked at Wil.

"You are the bravest person I know," she went on as if they were in the middle of a conversation.

"I couldn't tell them, but everything that happened to you – everything you went through, experienced and thought – I felt, shared, knew. I am in awe of your strength and your resilience. I am inspired by your fearlessness. I revere your sense of mercy, fairness and morality."

She reached out and lightly touched his face.

"That is why I return your gift to you. Not because I do not want it, but because as long as you are with us I have no need of it.

"And because this is where I belong."

She smiled and was once again, evermore, only – and that is saying a lot – the human being Wil Beinert.

The Doctor smiled back. (1)


Wil picked up a large piece of coral from his desk and examined it intently. She wasn't sure she could bear to look at him during the next bit.

"And I hurt you," she acknowledged sadly.

Jack stood up, slowly walked over to her, reclaimed his objet d'art, and placed it carefully back on his desk.

"Yes, you did. Don't ever do it again."

"I won't. I promise." She looked into his eyes and held her breath without realizing it. (2)


Jack nodded and then tentatively took Wil's hand in his.

"It's a funny thing," he said quietly, looking out over the gloaming city, "how sad moments of change can be. But the alternative for me is to live forever with no change at all. And that is a kind of death – a lame and sorry one that I am determined to try to avoid."

Jack raised his other hand and cupped her face lightly, "I wonder if you would be willing to walk by my side through a few of those moments of change, maybe quite a few of them?" He gazed deeply into her eyes, questioning, wondering if she understood…

Through his fingertips he felt her nod, almost imperceptibly.

Then he leaned forward and kissed her. It was neither a chaste kiss nor the kiss of a friend, but the kiss of a lover with a promise of much more to follow and the start of something wonderful.

Back down in the hub, Ianto furtively looked around before he turned off his monitor. His face was stricken and his eyes full of tears as he put on his coat, grabbed a few items off his desk, shoved them into his pockets, and walked out the door alone into the night. (3)

(1) "Revelations" Chapter 27.
(2) "Revelations" Chapter 30.
(3) "Prodigals" Epilogue.


It was not cognizant.

It had no sense of time or place.

Yet it was waiting…

It was living.

But by no one's definition would it be described as alive.

Yet it was waiting…

It was not attentive or sentient.

It did not breathe, it did not feel, it did not perceive.

Yet it was waiting…

It had no age, but it was old.

It was unborn, unaware, unmindful.

Yet it was waiting…

It had no concept of self.

It lacked awareness of existence.

Yet it was waiting…

It was without purpose, without principle.

It pursued naught and intended nothing.

Yet it was waiting…

It had no position, no correct location.

It lacked theory, thought, belief.

Yet it was waiting…

It was a blank slate, an empty vessel.

It was darker than the exquisite black of space.

It was brighter than a million suns.

It was lighter than hydrogen.

It was heavier than the densest element in the cosmos.

It was not sleeping but it could be awakened.

Once roused, it would wait no more.


There was no other way to describe it: the man had come out of freaking nowhere and was suddenly in her face. He was blocking her path as she made her way down the busy sidewalk. The man was incredibly tall and very… large. Not just large physically but metaphysically as well – although in her mind she wouldn't have used the word metaphysical; it was not in her vocabulary. Instead she just knew she felt seriously uncomfortable in his presence; for sure she didn't like him hulking in front of her…

"Donna?" The man looked at her with steely blue eyes, "Is it you?"

"Oi! Who in the hell are you?" She gripped her purse more tightly to prevent it from being ripped from her hand but also, just in case, if she needed to use it as a bludgeon to escape from the ominous dark-haired stranger. She briefly imagined smacking him across the face with her handbag and then, what? Running? Well, it was an option, although she definitely was not wearing the proper shoes. Bloody office dress-code…

"Donna? D-Don't you recognize me?" he leaned down, peering at her.

"I've never seen you before in my flippin' life, now leave me alone or you'll regret the day you were born!" she spat.

The man's slight smile turned into a confused frown. "But you know me! The Doctor…"

The perplexed look on his face was all she required; instinctively and with no small amount of relief she understood the situation had defused. Donna Noble laughed ruefully at the man towering over her, "I doubt you go to the same doctor I do, dearie, not unless your reproductive organs are on the inside instead of the outside." She glanced at his crotch for a moment and snickered. "Now off with you!"

She roughly pushed past him and didn't look back as Jack Harkness turned bewildered, shook his head, and watched her walk away.

Back at the office one of the other temps and she shared a good laugh about the incident.

"But he knew your name?" Suzy-with-the-bleached-blond-hair asked; Donna couldn't remember the woman's last name, not that it mattered. "How could that be?"

Donna scowled and shook her head. "I don't know, just one of those things. I tell you, I've never seen him before in my life!" Her cheeks pinked up a bit. "He wasn't half-bad looking and I would've remembered meeting him. It was just… what do they call them? A coincidence. Right, a coincidence. Or he was a nutcase. Pity, that, because he was lovely…"

The two women chuckled conspiratorially and then went back to work.