"It's for the best." Jack said softly, his hand wrapping around Ianto's.
"I know." Ianto replied, the tears lingering in his eyes, "Doesn't make it any easier though, does it?"
"No." Gwen replied, leaning her head against his shoulder.
Tosh somehow found his other hand, "It'll be okay."
Owen looked up from the other side of the table, his face solemn, "Are we ready?"
They all nodded, each of them had said their goodbyes.
Big eyes looked up at them as Owen picked up the syringe.
Ianto buried his head in Jack's shoulder, Gwen buried her head in the crook of Ianto's exposed neck and Tosh stood there, as Owen put the syringe down and stepped around the table and enveloped her in a hug.
And in that moment, the five of them stood together united in grief as they said goodbye.
There was a table set up at the door of the cold storage locker, Ianto poured each of them a glass of wine as Jack closed the door.
"To Myfanwy." Jack said, lifting his glass.
"To Myfanwy." The others echoed, the chinking of wineglasses echoing throughout the morgue.
Jack was smiling fondly, "I remember when she came through the rift… she was so tiny…"
"Remember when she kept stealing things off Owen's desk?" Tosh grinned.
Ianto and Gwen shared a grin.
"What?" Owen asked.
"Well… we may have coated everything in special sauce." Ianto laughed.
Owen punched him in the shoulder, "I lost one of my favourite t-shirts that day!"
"That's nothing," Tosh said, "I still remember you drenching that tie of Ianto's in the sauce."
"Tosh!" Owen admonished.
"Owen!"
Jack smiled fondly as he listened to his team reliving happier times. Each of them said their goodbyes and turned away, Tosh hand in hand with Owen. Ianto and Jack with Gwen between them.
The lights went out. Torchwood would mourn, and they would move on…
But for now, each of them would remember the happier times.
Fin.
A/N: Dedicated to my very own Jack the wonder dog, who had to be put down yesterday.