Day 3 :D
No muckups (besides my shabby writing that is lol)
Title - ?????
Fandom - Torchwood
Character - Jack
Rating - U
Disclaimer - Still not mine and no sign of that changing anytime soon
He’d always wondered why the super heroes in movies always took to standing on rooftops.
Until he’d done it himself.
To him it was a reminder - the city below him was still standing and still so alive because of the things he had done over the last century or so. Of course the heroes didn’t have the luxury of immortality and knowledge of every weapon this side of the 51st century but they had a lot of other useful things:
Endless money, hi tech labs, moral superiority and a plucky sidekick or two.
All the things he used to have.
But now, with the hub gone, parliament is disarray, the blood of his own grandson on his hands and with Ianto dead and Gwen moving on, Jack realised there was nothing more he could do. Not right now anyway.
He wanted to go anywhere that wasn’t Earth. But something was missing.
Pulling out his phone, he dialled the one number he knew would help.
“Gwen, it’s me. I need it. Can you meet me in an hour? Thanks."
Title - ?????
Fandom - Torchwood
Character - Jack
Rating - U
Disclaimer - Still not mine and no sign of that changing anytime soon
He’d always wondered why the super heroes in movies always took to standing on rooftops.
Until he’d done it himself.
To him it was a reminder - the city below him was still standing and still so alive because of the things he had done over the last century or so. Of course the heroes didn’t have the luxury of immortality and knowledge of every weapon this side of the 51st century but they had a lot of other useful things:
Endless money, hi tech labs, moral superiority and a plucky sidekick or two.
All the things he used to have.
But now, with the hub gone, parliament is disarray, the blood of his own grandson on his hands and with Ianto dead and Gwen moving on, Jack realised there was nothing more he could do. Not right now anyway.
He wanted to go anywhere that wasn’t Earth. But something was missing.
Pulling out his phone, he dialled the one number he knew would help.
“Gwen, it’s me. I need it. Can you meet me in an hour? Thanks."