[[OOC: Set after Shotgun Apocalypse, because even ZOMGAWESOME plots require introspection... It happens. Possibly, I just sometimes have to do self-indulgent character studies in fic format every so often so I can stop picking apart Sark's brain in tags. Um. >.>]]

( In my distress, well I wanted someone to blame me. In my devastation, I wanted so to change. In my way, disaster was the only thing I could depend on. )

Sark does, indeed, walk each agonizing step back, but not to the Kashtta... No, he can't bear the thought of dealing with Torchwood right now. There's nothing right now that doesn't hurt and it's all he can do to throw himself on the steps of the nearest clinic and let them deal with his injury and get the cuffs off of him. He can't even remember ( Read more... )

Timeline: Sometime after this thread.
Characters: Julian Sark, Marshall Flinkman
Word Count: 2357 (Further proof that Sark makes word counts explode)
Summary: In which Sark has epic spatial reasoning skillz and something actually goes right for Torchwood for once in this damn plot.
Disclaimer: Sark and Marshall belong to JJ Abrams. I am not JJ Abrams. ( Read more... )