Summary: a few takes on a very important day. Tenth Doctor, Shareen, Jack, Martha, Rose (post Doomsday)
A/N: Excuses Excuses Excuses... that is all I have for ya folks... I can list of twenty or thirty reasons why I haven't updated anything... in forever... but I'm sure my classic rants would bore many of you... so I'll get on with it...
Part Two: Wrath of a Loved one.
I wake up, in the early morning. I can't sleep. I haven't been able to, since I found out. It's been hard to even think straight knowing that I'll never see her again. She was the one thing in my life I knew I could count on. The one person that I truly cared for. and I lost her.
I failed her.
I quickly rise from my bed. There's no time to waste today. I take a look at my apartment. I got angry last night. As I thought of her. I got angry at her. I remember throwing things at the wall, tearing up pictures that meant too much to me. It all seems petty and stupid now. But last night... Last night I blamed her. The part that sickens me most is that it felt great, for one night... not to blame myself.
I'm an awful person.
I look back and I am filled with anger and sorrow. I could've saved her. I could've shielded her from all this danger and sorrow time travel brings. But no... I watched her in silence. I never said a word. I wish I had.
I could've saved her.
I watched her grow up, in this very neighborhood. I watched her first day of school and her last. I watched the boyfriends, the best friends, the heart aches,...the deaths. Then one day...she didn't come home. That day turned into a year. Then she did come back. I left that day. I watched her grow up so I could get to know her better. Get to know the woman who saved my life..
My saving grace
I'm at the grave yard now. I walk amongst the graves, like I do everyday. But today I'm not wishing to be like them... today I'm wishing for them to be like me. Alive.
Especially her.
People beside and behind me cry. Not a tear leaves my eyes. I've cried enough for one day. I'll be brave fore everyone else. I'll be brave for her. I listen to the man speak, his voice so full of sadness. He talked about her life and her works. He knows so very little of her. He doesn't know that she saved their lives more than once...and that she lost her life... saving them.
She was the stuff of legends.
I walk in line, like all the others to place a single red Rose on her grave. I lay is amongst the others, with wishes to her that the darkness of death doesn't devour her beautiful soul, like it has mine. The same time I lay my rose down another man lays down a white lily. I always felt that it represented new life and rebirth. I looked up at the man, and see such sad brown eyes. They ring familiar. A woman stands beside him. A tear on her face. His is dry. I stand up straight as the man does and I watching him grab the young woman's hand. They walk off in silence.
She's still alive in the hearts of many.
I stand beside her grave and anger fills my soul. A familiar noise whips through the graveyard, one that only I know. I now know what I must do. What the Doctor would want me to do. What Rose would want me to do.
My name is Captain Jack Harkness, and I will take over Torchwood. For her Sake, and for the sake of others. So no one, will ever feel the pain and loss, that I have.
A/N: so... if you couldn't tell... the man with no tears but tortured eyes and the woman in tears... are the Doctor and Martha..and the familiar sound is the tardis taking off. When I do the Doctor's goodbye... it won't be like any of these :D I promise.. I'm saving it for last :p
