The Time Vortex was pouring through her head, showing her the whole of time, the whole of space.
All that was, all that ever could be.

It was too much, far too much, for a human's brain to take in. Everything. So she focused in on someone, not her Doctor, but Jack.

She saved him, brought him back. She knew it was for the best - he himself had so much to give. So many lives to save himself.

She didn't see the pain he'd cause, the deaths he would be responsible for. She didn't see him shooting Lisa, cradling the cold, dead body of Estelle, giving up that small child to the faries. She didn't see the countless death's he shrugged off, covered up, and ignored.

She saw only the light. The happiness he'd bring. The life he would give, to Carys, to Ianto, to countless more. She saw Jack, her Captain Jack Harkness, saving the world, so many times. She saw only what she wanted, for she was the Bad Wolf.

And so he breathed once more. His heart began again, and his eyes took in the light. She saw this, but only for a split second, before she felt the Doctor's lips on hers and then everything was gone.

She didn't see the hatred burning through his eyes as the TARDIS disappeared.

She didn't see his many suicides.

She didn't see his pain, feel the hurt, the crushing of his responsibilty.

She saw life. And she gave him it freely, a never-ending supply, for always. A gift. A curse.

For the good of the earth, she blessed him with everlasting life, but at the same time, she sealed his fate. Immortality.

Oh, Jack, she thought as the Time Vortex seeped out of her, I'm sorry...