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Captain Jack Harkness is going to die fighting a tin can. Though, to be fair, it's a tin can with a lot of bite.
He can't decide which is more objectionable: that a Dalek is going to roll toward him and exterminate him, extinguishing his life and continuing on without a second thought, or that he's going to die with all of his clothes on. Every single stitch.
In a lot of ways this death is nothing like any of the other scenarios he'd ever imagined. He's fully clothed and there aren't any naked twins or triplets or sextuplets hanging around, and not a single creature with tentacles, and he isn't drunk or laughing or wallowing in the afterglow of an amazing but deadly orgasm. He's just Jack, just himself, and he's going out fighting.
Weirder still, he's going out fighting for something he believes in, for someone he believes in, and he hasn't even had sex with the Doctor or Rose. Somehow, naked twins and unfortunate pants aside, he's... okay with going out like this.
As he fires off his last round and tosses the useless gun side, backing up against the wall, he finally makes a decision about what he has more of a problem with. It really is a shame he's still wearing all his clothes. He thinks about fixing that, wondering what the Dalek would do if Jack just started tearing his clothes off. It would probably let him finish (who wouldn't?), and Jack would have that many more seconds to live. And at least he could die looking his absolute best.
Jack doesn't strip though, doesn't really want to, and that's how he knows the universe is in danger of dying.
His last thoughts aren't about sex, though. His last thoughts are of the Doctor and of Rose. The universe isn't going to die; even as he gets exterminated by a Dalek, he can be sure of that. They're going to fix this, and they're going to live, and that is a beautiful thing.
He'd never planned on his last thoughts being so cheesy, but there is one thing that happens that he did plan on, in every single scenario: he dies happy.
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Generally, in Jack's death scenarios, he never woke up either.
Jack gasps, his lungs burning as they struggle for air, and his eyes open. He's still on Satellite 5, but there aren't any Daleks, so what the hell was that? People don't usually bounce back from Dalek attacks, do they? Maybe he's just too pretty to die is his immediate thought, but it's cut off by the unmistakable call of the TARDIS.
Rose. The Doctor.
Nearly ecstatic, he scrambles to his feet and runs to the sound, needing to see them, to hold them and laugh and celebrate that they're all still here, still laughing and still here. He skids into the room just in time to see that beautiful blue box fade away, the noise still ringing in his ears.
They left him.
That bubble of joy that was rising inside of him sinks instantly, and he slams his hand against the door frame. They left him. Maybe they figured he was dead, didn't think he could have survived, but they didn't even think to check? They just left?
His anger is welling, though he tries to keep it at bay, closing his eyes tightly and turning away from where the TARDIS had sat and where now there's nothing but an empty space on the floor. They're going to come back for him. They have to come back for him, that's the only explanation. They've gone off to do something and they will come back. He convinces himself of this firmly, and he pushes himself off the wall, glancing over his shoulder for once last look before he goes and checks for any other survivors.
Satellite 5 is gone.
Wildly he turns around, but it's the same in every direction; he's in a hotel, not in the ruins of a satellite run by Daleks, and he has no idea how he got here. It isn't like he's not used to waking up in strange places with no real memory of how he got there, but again, the presence of pants and the lack of naked twins make this an unusual situation.
Jack can handle himself, but he can't help wishing that the Doctor were here. He would fix everything.
Captain Jack Harkness is, just a little bit, scared.
Don't worry though; it won't last long.
OOC: I haven't seen a Jack around since December so I figured it was safe to claim him? Hope I'm not stepping on anyone's toes. This Jack comes from the very end of series one of Doctor Who, fresh from Satellite 5, so the post contains spoilers for that. He comes to you pre-Torchwood, and a lot more inclined to be randomly naked. Enjoy :)
He can't decide which is more objectionable: that a Dalek is going to roll toward him and exterminate him, extinguishing his life and continuing on without a second thought, or that he's going to die with all of his clothes on. Every single stitch.
In a lot of ways this death is nothing like any of the other scenarios he'd ever imagined. He's fully clothed and there aren't any naked twins or triplets or sextuplets hanging around, and not a single creature with tentacles, and he isn't drunk or laughing or wallowing in the afterglow of an amazing but deadly orgasm. He's just Jack, just himself, and he's going out fighting.
Weirder still, he's going out fighting for something he believes in, for someone he believes in, and he hasn't even had sex with the Doctor or Rose. Somehow, naked twins and unfortunate pants aside, he's... okay with going out like this.
As he fires off his last round and tosses the useless gun side, backing up against the wall, he finally makes a decision about what he has more of a problem with. It really is a shame he's still wearing all his clothes. He thinks about fixing that, wondering what the Dalek would do if Jack just started tearing his clothes off. It would probably let him finish (who wouldn't?), and Jack would have that many more seconds to live. And at least he could die looking his absolute best.
Jack doesn't strip though, doesn't really want to, and that's how he knows the universe is in danger of dying.
His last thoughts aren't about sex, though. His last thoughts are of the Doctor and of Rose. The universe isn't going to die; even as he gets exterminated by a Dalek, he can be sure of that. They're going to fix this, and they're going to live, and that is a beautiful thing.
He'd never planned on his last thoughts being so cheesy, but there is one thing that happens that he did plan on, in every single scenario: he dies happy.
---
Generally, in Jack's death scenarios, he never woke up either.
Jack gasps, his lungs burning as they struggle for air, and his eyes open. He's still on Satellite 5, but there aren't any Daleks, so what the hell was that? People don't usually bounce back from Dalek attacks, do they? Maybe he's just too pretty to die is his immediate thought, but it's cut off by the unmistakable call of the TARDIS.
Rose. The Doctor.
Nearly ecstatic, he scrambles to his feet and runs to the sound, needing to see them, to hold them and laugh and celebrate that they're all still here, still laughing and still here. He skids into the room just in time to see that beautiful blue box fade away, the noise still ringing in his ears.
They left him.
That bubble of joy that was rising inside of him sinks instantly, and he slams his hand against the door frame. They left him. Maybe they figured he was dead, didn't think he could have survived, but they didn't even think to check? They just left?
His anger is welling, though he tries to keep it at bay, closing his eyes tightly and turning away from where the TARDIS had sat and where now there's nothing but an empty space on the floor. They're going to come back for him. They have to come back for him, that's the only explanation. They've gone off to do something and they will come back. He convinces himself of this firmly, and he pushes himself off the wall, glancing over his shoulder for once last look before he goes and checks for any other survivors.
Satellite 5 is gone.
Wildly he turns around, but it's the same in every direction; he's in a hotel, not in the ruins of a satellite run by Daleks, and he has no idea how he got here. It isn't like he's not used to waking up in strange places with no real memory of how he got there, but again, the presence of pants and the lack of naked twins make this an unusual situation.
Jack can handle himself, but he can't help wishing that the Doctor were here. He would fix everything.
Captain Jack Harkness is, just a little bit, scared.
Don't worry though; it won't last long.
OOC: I haven't seen a Jack around since December so I figured it was safe to claim him? Hope I'm not stepping on anyone's toes. This Jack comes from the very end of series one of Doctor Who, fresh from Satellite 5, so the post contains spoilers for that. He comes to you pre-Torchwood, and a lot more inclined to be randomly naked. Enjoy :)