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*It was easy enough to maintain the supportive air of 'The Captain' while he'd checked on his team. His whole team now. Ianto was here and Jack couldn't decide if this was a good or a bad thing.
Especially in the wake of the recent curse.
Eventually escaping to his room, he closed the door behind him and locked it, leaning against it for a long couple of minutes as he wiped his hand across his face. He was tired and he was confused and he couldn't even begin to describe the soul deep loneliness he felt. It had started on the ship, the moment he'd realized the Doctor had abandoned him again and it had only gotten worse.
Alone.
He stood on the bow, watching the lifeboats as they drifted further and further away, silently willing them further away before the ship broke apart and sank quickly. By his calculations, it would happen soon.
Somewhere close by the band still played, their music unaffected either by the cold or the certainty of death and Jack had to smile at the bravery shown by those men. He looked down along the listing ship, eyes finding an older couple standing by the railing. They were first class all the way, the woman should have had a seat on a lifeboat but he'd heard her give it up.
"I've lived 50 years of my life with this man, I'm not leaving him now."
Her bravery was admirable and the pair looked serene as they waited for the icy water to reach up and claim them.
Together.
Jack pulled his arms around himself. He'd given his coat away at some point, he'd forgotten when exactly but someone had needed it, more than he did at least. Walking along the railing, he heard the first explosion from deep beneath his feet. Closing his eyes, he tried to blot out the growing sound of screams as people, still trapped below, realized there was no chance.
There came a second explosion, this one causing the whole ship to shudder.
More screams.
A third explosion and suddenly Jack felt his feet slipping and he turned to grab the railing. Now the ship herself was screaming, metal bending and tearing as water flooded the guttered boiler room. Jack could still hear the screams of the people trapped below, the music was no longer beautiful but broken and discordant as some of the band members fell down, their instruments tumbling from numb fingers towards rapidly rising water.
And still the ship screamed.
As horrific in her death throes as she had been magnificent in her maiden voyage, one of the four smoke stacks broke, the Titanic's back snapping in two. It would come fast now and Jack instinctively held onto the railing as the bow began to tilt up at a 90 degree angle. He knew he should just let go, that by holding onto the railing he was risking getting trapped beneath the water in the debris. He would die, wake, drown and die all over again if that was the case, at least till he could free himself but some part of him wouldn't let him release the railing.
Fighting to the very end.
The bow was now completely up it's end, the ship groaning as her massive bulk rocketed towards the ocean floor. The sea came up fast and Jack cried out as he hit the cold water, the force of it ripped his hands away from the railing and he went under with the vacuum of the sinking ship.
Beneath the water, it was strangely silent.
Jack hated death by drowning. It hurt, no matter how hard you tried to embrace it, the body would fight, lungs would burn as you held your breath up to that moment where the need to breath forced you to inhale and then liquid would rush in, like a weight and crush the life out of you.
He wanted to breath in, tried to make himself scream, anything to get it over and done with but Jack Harkness was a fighter and his body refused to give up. He tried to strike upwards towards the surface but the strength of the vortex of the sinking ship was too great. His eyes were forced open and he watched as bodies floated past him, some locked in an eternal scream, other's peaceful.
Slowly Jack became aware that he was crying and in the next moment, he opened his mouth.
And the water rushed in...
Sucking in deep breaths of air, Jack rubbed his hand over his face, trying to wipe at the cold sweat on his brow. He'd woken, tangled in his sheets, confused beyond belief until he eventually put together what had happened.
Looking at the bed, Jack couldn't face going near it. He was cold, so very cold but suddenly he couldn't find the strength to move away from the door and slowly he slid down, back against it. Reaching over with numb fingers, he tugged his coat to him, pulling it up over his shivering body until he was hidden deep within it's folds.
Why... WHY had the Doctor abandoned him again? Were Blue and Cori all right? How the hell could he protect his team from such horrors if the City chose to inflict them upon them again and ... now it was the entire team.
Burrowing his face into his knees, Jack closed his eyes and huddled in on himself, silently screaming.
Especially in the wake of the recent curse.
Eventually escaping to his room, he closed the door behind him and locked it, leaning against it for a long couple of minutes as he wiped his hand across his face. He was tired and he was confused and he couldn't even begin to describe the soul deep loneliness he felt. It had started on the ship, the moment he'd realized the Doctor had abandoned him again and it had only gotten worse.
Alone.
He stood on the bow, watching the lifeboats as they drifted further and further away, silently willing them further away before the ship broke apart and sank quickly. By his calculations, it would happen soon.
Somewhere close by the band still played, their music unaffected either by the cold or the certainty of death and Jack had to smile at the bravery shown by those men. He looked down along the listing ship, eyes finding an older couple standing by the railing. They were first class all the way, the woman should have had a seat on a lifeboat but he'd heard her give it up.
"I've lived 50 years of my life with this man, I'm not leaving him now."
Her bravery was admirable and the pair looked serene as they waited for the icy water to reach up and claim them.
Together.
Jack pulled his arms around himself. He'd given his coat away at some point, he'd forgotten when exactly but someone had needed it, more than he did at least. Walking along the railing, he heard the first explosion from deep beneath his feet. Closing his eyes, he tried to blot out the growing sound of screams as people, still trapped below, realized there was no chance.
There came a second explosion, this one causing the whole ship to shudder.
More screams.
A third explosion and suddenly Jack felt his feet slipping and he turned to grab the railing. Now the ship herself was screaming, metal bending and tearing as water flooded the guttered boiler room. Jack could still hear the screams of the people trapped below, the music was no longer beautiful but broken and discordant as some of the band members fell down, their instruments tumbling from numb fingers towards rapidly rising water.
And still the ship screamed.
As horrific in her death throes as she had been magnificent in her maiden voyage, one of the four smoke stacks broke, the Titanic's back snapping in two. It would come fast now and Jack instinctively held onto the railing as the bow began to tilt up at a 90 degree angle. He knew he should just let go, that by holding onto the railing he was risking getting trapped beneath the water in the debris. He would die, wake, drown and die all over again if that was the case, at least till he could free himself but some part of him wouldn't let him release the railing.
Fighting to the very end.
The bow was now completely up it's end, the ship groaning as her massive bulk rocketed towards the ocean floor. The sea came up fast and Jack cried out as he hit the cold water, the force of it ripped his hands away from the railing and he went under with the vacuum of the sinking ship.
Beneath the water, it was strangely silent.
Jack hated death by drowning. It hurt, no matter how hard you tried to embrace it, the body would fight, lungs would burn as you held your breath up to that moment where the need to breath forced you to inhale and then liquid would rush in, like a weight and crush the life out of you.
He wanted to breath in, tried to make himself scream, anything to get it over and done with but Jack Harkness was a fighter and his body refused to give up. He tried to strike upwards towards the surface but the strength of the vortex of the sinking ship was too great. His eyes were forced open and he watched as bodies floated past him, some locked in an eternal scream, other's peaceful.
Slowly Jack became aware that he was crying and in the next moment, he opened his mouth.
And the water rushed in...
Sucking in deep breaths of air, Jack rubbed his hand over his face, trying to wipe at the cold sweat on his brow. He'd woken, tangled in his sheets, confused beyond belief until he eventually put together what had happened.
Looking at the bed, Jack couldn't face going near it. He was cold, so very cold but suddenly he couldn't find the strength to move away from the door and slowly he slid down, back against it. Reaching over with numb fingers, he tugged his coat to him, pulling it up over his shivering body until he was hidden deep within it's folds.
Why... WHY had the Doctor abandoned him again? Were Blue and Cori all right? How the hell could he protect his team from such horrors if the City chose to inflict them upon them again and ... now it was the entire team.
Burrowing his face into his knees, Jack closed his eyes and huddled in on himself, silently screaming.