This came to me because of it being remembrance Sunday today. *Torchwood/torchwood characters not owned by me*
Jack stood on a roof, alone with his thoughts on a cold November Sunday morning:
He ran with them
He flew with them
He sang with them
He laughed with them
He cried with them
He screamed with them
He drank with them
He played with them
He hurt with them
He sank with them
He marched with them
He trembled with them
He dreamed with them
He loved with them
He fought with them
He won with them
He lived with them
He died with them, over and over...
Captain Jack Harkness stood on a roof, on a cold and rainy November Sunday morning, and looked out over the bay through wet eyes. And remembered...