4. The Bitter Cup

Mar 09, 2011 21:14

Torchwood
Drama
FR-M

Archie died in Europe in the last days of the War, taking a bullet for the chief. He didn't know.

Jena knew; she lived long enough that she couldn't not have noticed and besides, she took a personal interest in his body. She died at forty-three, sealed in a vault and suffocated. He was with her; he survived, of course. She was still beautiful when she died.

After that... I've watched them come and go. Most of them died young. I kept going, and so did he.

I'm old now. My body hurts and it leaks and he... He's still the same. Still young. Still so damned beautiful.

God rot him. He's like a vampire, sucking the life out of us; out of them. I don't know why I'm immune to it; why I'm still alive when everyone else is dead. Maybe it's because I'm immune to his charms.

Well... resistant. I'm not saying we never danced, although it's been a long time now. With anyone.

I'll be dead soon. I was a nurse, I am a doctor, I know that my body is telling me time is almost up. He is fresh as a daisy.

I sit here, filling out the reports on the latest death, when it hits me.

If I knew how, I'd kill him myself.

torchwood, lslaw

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