A/N: Sadly my story is now at an end. But more stories are in the pipeline. I hope you like the ending, even though I think you know what is going to happen in this epilogue as there is only one loose end to tie up. Well on with the ending.
Gwen had a good life. She was 66 years old when she died. She had the love of a good husband who despite his years still looked 35. She was laid in his arms as she took her final breath.
Jack felt her take her last breath as he held her, and tears ran down his face.
He held her tight before laying her down on the bed. He kissed her softly and said goodbye.
He walked into the hub from their apartment which was made from the converted lower floor cells, and straight into The Doctor's arms where he broke down again.
He felt another presence as Rose held him from behind, so that he was sandwiched between them.
There was no words that needed to be said as they comforted him in his grief.
At Gwen's funeral, not many people were there. Their life had been quite private.
Jack was treated as though he was her son, but he didn't care. He loved Gwen, that was all that mattered.
When the funeral was over The Doctor and Rose took Jack back to the hub where the TARDIS sat.
Jack took out his key and opened the TARDIS door. He took one last look at the hub and left his old life behind to continue an even older one.
A/N: I know it is short but I couldn't make the ending any longer. I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I did writing.
Thanks to my many reviewers, without you I wouldn't have continued.