The Silent Vigil
Hollyroodehouse, Edinburgh
The throne room was silent. A lone figure stood in the corner watching over the coffin as the rest of the house slept.
In the morning, when the pallbearers came in, the room was empty.
St Giles Cathedral, Edinburgh
The crowds filed by all through the night, passing by to pay their respects – perhaps even taking notice of the guards standing stoically around the coffin. Not one of them noticed the man standing in the shadows. The collar of his long wool coat turned up, hiding his face.
Buckingham Palace
The figure stood out of the way. He'd been to the palace on official business countless times over the years. But only a few times had he come to stand vigil. It had been 70 years since he'd last stood watch as he was tonight.
Westminster Hall
He'd followed unnoticed by the thousands of well-wishers – just another uniform passing by behind the cortege. Now he stood silently in the corner watching as the other guards were relieved at regular intervals.
St George's Chapel, Windsor Castle
The pomp and circumstance were long over, he stood alone in the chapel. He whispered his final farewell to the woman he'd come to know and love over her long reign. Giving one last salute, he turned to face the man he'd heard enter the chapel.
"Good evening, Captain Harkness."
For the first time in more than a week, Jack smiled his usual cheeky grin. "Evenin' Your Majesty." He said with a wink.
End
Reviews are Love
This just came to me today while watching the BBC. I feel like Jack would've definitely wanted to say goodbye.