14. Salvation isn't what it used to be
This is Owen's List.
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47. Church
18. Thinking of
38. Rain
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14.
It has been a long time since Jack went to church.
He doesn’t think about the last time as he sits here, head bent, because that would be too much like giving up.
He does imagine that Ianto had done the same, though, and he can picture it clearly, as if he had been there with him.
Who knows, maybe he had; there weren’t many churches to choose from near Torchwood One.
Ianto wouldn’t have slipped in the back long after the services had started, as Jack has just done, he would have sat somewhere in the middle. In between a family with squalling kids, probably, and an old lady stuck in this routine, remembering who used to be at her elbow as opposed to this quiet, unassuming, young man she vaguely recognizes seeing in the area from time to time.
He would melt into the background, happy to go unnoticed, unlike Jack, who sticks out like a sore thumb wherever he goes, too used to immediately commanding the attention of a room.
The longer Jack sits here, the clearer he can hear the thunderstorm raging outside over the priest’s strong voice.
The church isn’t crowded this early in the morning, so Jack has a pew all to himself, the closest living things a young couple eight rows up, across the aisle. Well, actually, the spider slowly working its way across the floor towards him, but Jack’s trying not to think about that.
He hasn’t been back to the Hub in nineteen hours, thirty-six minutes, and approximately forty-two seconds, but who’s counting.
Cardiff simply is not big enough for someone to vanish without a trace, especially not with all of Torchwood’s vast resources working around the clock to hunt them down, but Ianto has gone and done just that.
Only the fact that each of the previous victims was killed essentially where they stood has kept Jack going.
The police have been extraordinarily unhelpful, blocking their enquiries at every turn, completely locking them out of the investigation that started this all.
Jack is dimly aware of the priest asking the congregation to stand for a hymn, but he doesn’t trust his legs to support him just yet.
Besides, he is not here to hear the word of God.
Abruptly, the singing stops, and Jack realizes the noise he had mistaken for organ accompaniment was actually his cell going off.
There is only one reason anyone would be calling, after how he yelled at Tosh sometime late last night, and Jack leaps to his feet, rushing out into the pouring rain even as he answers the call.
“Tosh,” he says brusquely as the line connects, striding across the small parking lot, “what have you got for me?”
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[
47. Church
18. Thinking of
38. Rain
]
14.
It has been a long time since Jack went to church.
He doesn’t think about the last time as he sits here, head bent, because that would be too much like giving up.
He does imagine that Ianto had done the same, though, and he can picture it clearly, as if he had been there with him.
Who knows, maybe he had; there weren’t many churches to choose from near Torchwood One.
Ianto wouldn’t have slipped in the back long after the services had started, as Jack has just done, he would have sat somewhere in the middle. In between a family with squalling kids, probably, and an old lady stuck in this routine, remembering who used to be at her elbow as opposed to this quiet, unassuming, young man she vaguely recognizes seeing in the area from time to time.
He would melt into the background, happy to go unnoticed, unlike Jack, who sticks out like a sore thumb wherever he goes, too used to immediately commanding the attention of a room.
The longer Jack sits here, the clearer he can hear the thunderstorm raging outside over the priest’s strong voice.
The church isn’t crowded this early in the morning, so Jack has a pew all to himself, the closest living things a young couple eight rows up, across the aisle. Well, actually, the spider slowly working its way across the floor towards him, but Jack’s trying not to think about that.
He hasn’t been back to the Hub in nineteen hours, thirty-six minutes, and approximately forty-two seconds, but who’s counting.
Cardiff simply is not big enough for someone to vanish without a trace, especially not with all of Torchwood’s vast resources working around the clock to hunt them down, but Ianto has gone and done just that.
Only the fact that each of the previous victims was killed essentially where they stood has kept Jack going.
The police have been extraordinarily unhelpful, blocking their enquiries at every turn, completely locking them out of the investigation that started this all.
Jack is dimly aware of the priest asking the congregation to stand for a hymn, but he doesn’t trust his legs to support him just yet.
Besides, he is not here to hear the word of God.
Abruptly, the singing stops, and Jack realizes the noise he had mistaken for organ accompaniment was actually his cell going off.
There is only one reason anyone would be calling, after how he yelled at Tosh sometime late last night, and Jack leaps to his feet, rushing out into the pouring rain even as he answers the call.
“Tosh,” he says brusquely as the line connects, striding across the small parking lot, “what have you got for me?”
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