AN from Danny: Like it says, this is an alternate ending to Torchwood Season 3 - completely ignoring episode 5 cause I never even saw it - because I, like most people, wasn't happy with the direction it went. I enlisted Ellie to help (and couldn't be bothered making an FF account, which is why this is on hers), and I brought the Doctor into it too, just for more fun. We don't own any of the characters, or any of the backstory, but everything else is ours ;). The prologue is a little short, but there we go!
The irony of the situation took no more than a second to dawn on us. How in our moments of greatest loss we simultaneously make the greatest gains. But are those moments really bittersweet or just a gift we're too resentful to accept?
As the whooshing, whirring noises began, also bringing with them a sudden, artificial wind, we knew our one last saviour had arrived. But I didn't want him to save me, nor did I care if he helped anybody else either for that matter. Oh, I should have, for the protection of this world I'd finally come to call home was a duty I was honour bound to keep. But they say that home is actually where the heart is, and if that was truth, my heart and home were already long gone, along with the most beautiful, amazing, courageous, loving (and many other words that either don't yet exist or are too numerous to list) man I'd ever had the privilege to know.
The tragedy seemed set in stone, and yet I could feel the mutable force that was about to pass into this world & time, coming just a day too late to provide any sort of comfort for my soul (if I had one that is.) And oh how I could have hated the man that stepped out of the blue police call box that manifested just then as if out of nothing but air. I could have, and I would have, if my regrets weren't all my own. After all, in the end, who is there ever to blame but ourselves?