A/N: And so, it ends. I hope you guys enjoyed the story. Keep a wary eye out for some one-shots that may crop up, continuing the Doctor's and Jack's travels as the last Time Lords. I'm going to continue their story, but under a different title, since Jack has awoken he's no longer hidden away. It'll be a bit of an exploration of some of my favourite episodes from the third and fourth series, and maybe some Torchwood ones too.

Until the next one, dear readers! Keep being magnificent!

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Night had fallen on the coast of Whales. It was time.

Jack produced a lighter and set fire to the torches which he and the Doctor carried. The flame took easily to the pitched soaked fabric, sending up rippling smoke. Together they walked up to the pyre and touched the flame to it.

The Doctor could smell the burning cotton and pitch from his torch as the red, consuming tongues moved on to the grasses, twigs, and logs. The wood crackled and snapped, the grasses sizzled and curled in between the joints. Slowly, he and Jack moved around the mound of wood, tapping their torches to the logs, and the fire moved upwards to consume the wrapped body of the Master.

When they were done their task and the torches were tossed upon the inferno, he and Jack stood away from the blaze, and watched the hungry flames reach high into the night.

"And so the fire sends your body off into the After-Lands," said the Doctor in Gallifreyan, his throat thick, "where you will join your ancestors in the eternal sleep."

Jack reached out and took his hand. The Doctor squeezed back. The fire roared, its heat intense on his face, and the Doctor felt it burning inside his head, too. Battles, both grandiose and pathetic, struggles, memories of good times and of the heartsbreaking ones, flitted through his mind. And still the flames grew ever hotter and ever higher, stretching into the inky black expanse of the sky.

Koschei burned, and his spirit floated away.

As the dawn began to appear, black transforming into the deep blue which would usher in the sun, the Doctor reached up and touched his face, felt the now dried tracks of tears. He glanced at Jack and saw the same. Despite the atrocities visited on him, even Jack wept for the passing of one of their own. It made the Doctor's hearts ache. The Welsh shoreline roared nearby, the voice of the sea immutable and ancient, the one true voice of this tiny green and blue planet. It warred with the crackle of the wood as the smoke disappeared into the deep blue between the stars, growing dim in the encroaching dawn.

Later, when there was nothing more than a pile of blackened cinders in the hot sand, he felt Jack draw him into an embrace. The surf crashed against the tide line, and the smouldering remains of the pyre as the red cinders glowed in the gray predawn light and the ashes littered the sand.

The Doctor hugged him back.

"I can't believe it's over," he said, his voice muffled from the coarse wool of Jack's RAF jacket, the scent of wet cotton comforting, mingled with a scent that was redolent of what Jack had been as a human, surrounded by his true Time Lord scent. Jack's arms tightened, his hand stroked the Doctor's back.

"Time to go," said Jack, pulling away and taking his hand. A light wind whipped up from the water, sending the ash flying into the air. The cries of gulls waking in the early morning light added their voices to the chorus of the sea.

The TARDIS was parked up the beach a ways, nestled amongst the dunes and billowing grasses. When they reached her the Doctor looked back, could see the smouldering pile of ashes.

"So where do we go now?" said the Doctor, transfixed by the rolling surf against the distant cliffs.

Jack had reached the TARDIS. He stroked the old blue wood. "We move on. You and I. To the stars, where we're meant to be."

The Doctor let out a slow breath. "Think Martha will come?"

Jack shook his head. "I doubt it. We were tortured up on the Valiant, but she was tortured down below as she walked the Earth, struggling to survive, to eat, to spread the word."

"I'll miss her," said the Doctor. He leaned against the side of the TARDIS. "I don't think I've ever managed to get the point across, of how much she means to me. Oh Rassilon, the things I've done to her." He choked.

Jack stroked his back. "She'll forgive you."

The Doctor sighed. She shouldn't. She should run before I can do any more damage.

Jack pulled the Doctor close and he pressed him up against the wood. First his mouth was at the Doctor's neck, almost aggressive against his collarbone, and the Doctor felt a moan rising in his throat. Then his lips were on his, and the Doctor felt his head go light. When Jack swiped his lip with his tongue he opened his mouth and their tongues met, exploring, gentle.

Jack pulled away after a moment, panting. Their foreheads were touching, Jack's hands were cupping his jaw, his throat.

"Perhaps our first stop should be the bedroom," said the Doctor, chuckling. "Although, I know this lovely planet called, by complete coincidence, France, and it's wonderful. Big touristy spot in the sixty-first century that's just perfect for the amorous couple." He tapped his lip thoughtfully. "I know of a big hotel there. It's got a zero gravity room and everything."

Jack kissed his throat, humming. "That sounds nice. I'd like to say goodbye to my team before we go. I know you don't approve of Torchwood, even with all the efforts I've been making to fix all of Yvonne Hartman's mistakes, but they're my team. I can't leave them thinking I've abandoned them."

The Doctor nodded as Jack pulled away. They kissed again, soft and chaste.

He didn't need words as he touched the sides of Jack's head. The contact of their foreheads was more than enough, but he touched his temples anyway, and sent his feelings, of love, to Jack, and Jack shuddered, and smiled.

"It seems funny to me now, that humans always need to say things like "I love you." I wish that they could do this, so people just knew." His fingers, a little cold from the frigid dawn, traced the Doctor's jaw as they climbed towards his temple. "Life would be so much easier, for all of them, if they could just feel."

Jack's fingers found his temples and he sent his own feelings back. It felt sweet and pure, tasted clear and fresh like water.

The Doctor shuddered, and pulled Jack close for another deep kiss.

"Come on," said the Doctor when the kiss had ended, taking his hand.

He opened the TARDIS door, and the two of them walked inside together.