Torchwood Three, Wales
Jack, Adam, and Gwen stood, watching the lights slowly shut down, one by one.
"We spent so many years here, dreaming up impossible things." Gwen remarked. "This was our home for the longest time."
"Torchwood is over." Jack said. "But if we want to stay together, we can join Martha and Mickey. They've teamed up with Sarah's kids."
"I'll miss Sarah." Adam said. "She was like a second mom sometimes, especially since I lost my first one."
"That isn't your fault."
"I know. But that is why we worked here? At Torchwood. To protect the kids who don't need their childhoods taken away, the parents that don't need to lose their children, and… the lovers who should have a thousand years and instead they only got four." Adam said. "We were the guardians that watched over the humans while the 'SuperWhoLock' lords chased the big bads all over the cosmos."
"We're the Angels."
"That is one of the worst anthologies I have heard you come up with."
"I meant like Angel- the vampire from that tv show? Or Jessica Jones. Agents of Shield. We were created to protect the streets while the others protect the skies."
"And Torchwood did it's job. It's our time to step down." Jack said. "There is a new world coming. They don't need Torchwood anymore."
As if on cue, the phone started ringing. Adam glanced at it. The phone was on an abandoned desk, or at least a desk that no one ever used, although it still looked homey. There were some pictures, maybe of a family. Faded and covered in dust, like most of Torchwood. Jack picked up the phone, turning on the loudspeaker.
"I don't think I know this number." Jack said to Adam.
"I recorded this message for a few purposes only. One, to send a message. Two, to accept your surrender. And three, to alert you all that I am not dead. I bet you missed me. It has come to my attention that you are all at your weakest right now. I know for a fact that you won't be getting any help from Dean or Sam, seeing as they are both currently disposed, and the Doctor is looking for his friend who seems to be, not only missing, but missing from his memory. Oh, did I mention the angel had his wings clipped? He's trapped somewhere. Oh, and I have John Hamish Watson right here, along with Hooper and Hudson, tied up. So, Sherlock, call your little TorchFriends- Actually they can hear us right now- and assemble your little team. I'll be waiting. See you soon."
"Well, that is not how I planned spending this weekend." Jack said.