First fic.
See what my brain produces when I want to sleep!
Comfort
Nine/Jack
G/U/whatever rating you want to use. :)
spoiler for Torchwood ep 12
INT: Bedroom
The room is almost bare; just a double bed and a table to one side. Two men sit, fully clothed, on the bed. They’re not saying anything, but the silence is a comfortable one. Suddenly the man on the left glances at the man sitting next to him, before initiating a conversation. He has an American accent.
AMERICAN: My name’s not really Jack Harkness.
SECOND MAN: (Northern English, probably Mancunian accent) I didn’t imagine it was.
‘JACK’: I stole it. From a dead airman.
SECOND MAN: I guessed.
‘JACK’: I am a captain though. The equivalent, at least.
SECOND MAN: I know.
‘JACK’: How?
SECOND MAN: I know there are some things you wouldn’t lie about.
‘JACK’: (softly) Thank you.
SECOND MAN: You’re welcome.
‘JACK’: (almost a whisper) I love you.
SECOND MAN: (without looking at ‘Jack’) I know.
(He reaches over to ‘Jack’ and finds his hand. They sit there for a while, hand in hand, obviously happy with each other)
‘JACK’: (this time it is a whisper) Thank you. For everything.
(The second man looks at ‘Jack’ and smiles. The two men continue to sit there, once more in comfortable silence.)
END
Sorry for any mistakes in the formatting - it's been a while since I wrote anything scriptlike - I'm working from a distant memory!
Comfort
Nine/Jack
G/U/whatever rating you want to use. :)
spoiler for Torchwood ep 12
INT: Bedroom
The room is almost bare; just a double bed and a table to one side. Two men sit, fully clothed, on the bed. They’re not saying anything, but the silence is a comfortable one. Suddenly the man on the left glances at the man sitting next to him, before initiating a conversation. He has an American accent.
AMERICAN: My name’s not really Jack Harkness.
SECOND MAN: (Northern English, probably Mancunian accent) I didn’t imagine it was.
‘JACK’: I stole it. From a dead airman.
SECOND MAN: I guessed.
‘JACK’: I am a captain though. The equivalent, at least.
SECOND MAN: I know.
‘JACK’: How?
SECOND MAN: I know there are some things you wouldn’t lie about.
‘JACK’: (softly) Thank you.
SECOND MAN: You’re welcome.
‘JACK’: (almost a whisper) I love you.
SECOND MAN: (without looking at ‘Jack’) I know.
(He reaches over to ‘Jack’ and finds his hand. They sit there for a while, hand in hand, obviously happy with each other)
‘JACK’: (this time it is a whisper) Thank you. For everything.
(The second man looks at ‘Jack’ and smiles. The two men continue to sit there, once more in comfortable silence.)
END
Sorry for any mistakes in the formatting - it's been a while since I wrote anything scriptlike - I'm working from a distant memory!