Torchwood drabble: Certain Hope. CoE spoilers.

[beccaelizabeth]

Ianto said, "To end the tour - where we'll all end. The Torchwood morgue."

Martha, naively, asked, "For aliens?"

"Agents. Deep frozen. Waiting. With uncertain hope of resurrection..." An almost reverent moment. Then he looks at her, quirks a grin. "You never know. Give it a thousand years..."

Later, they watch the coffin lowered. Plain wood. Handfuls of dirt.

Gwen had told her. "Torchwood got his whole life. That's enough. He gets a proper funeral."

Martha's fresh from the crater. Power failed, vaults cracked, smells unmistakable.

She'd only looked away, and nodded.

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