The Little Girl
Title: The Little Girl
Author: silvia_duchessa
Summary: Jack's thoughts on the strange little girl, the fortune teller, in TW, inspired by my theory that she's his future daughter. Links to my DW fic, Seeing Double, but you don't need to have read that fic to understand this.
Characters/Pairings:Jack, implied JackOC, Little Girl
Set during Dead Man Walking, when Jack is talking to the fortune teller. This also links to my main fic, Seeing Double, and in that would be set when Jack goes back to Torchwood, after chapter 47.
Comments are love XD
What scared him the most was how familiar she was. It was those eyes… they almost hypnotised him. And he always had the eery feeling she knew far about him than she ever let on. As she watched him now with a knowing, ever so slightly smug look, something about it got right underneath his skin. He never wanted to believe anything she said, but there was something about her which assured him that her words were true.
The worst bit was, he knew exactly who she reminded him of. And that thought hurt him more than anything right now…
Until he remembered how much she reminded him of someone else. And he wasn’t too sure how he felt about that.
Author: silvia_duchessa
Summary: Jack's thoughts on the strange little girl, the fortune teller, in TW, inspired by my theory that she's his future daughter. Links to my DW fic, Seeing Double, but you don't need to have read that fic to understand this.
Characters/Pairings:Jack, implied JackOC, Little Girl
Set during Dead Man Walking, when Jack is talking to the fortune teller. This also links to my main fic, Seeing Double, and in that would be set when Jack goes back to Torchwood, after chapter 47.
Comments are love XD
What scared him the most was how familiar she was. It was those eyes… they almost hypnotised him. And he always had the eery feeling she knew far about him than she ever let on. As she watched him now with a knowing, ever so slightly smug look, something about it got right underneath his skin. He never wanted to believe anything she said, but there was something about her which assured him that her words were true.
The worst bit was, he knew exactly who she reminded him of. And that thought hurt him more than anything right now…
Until he remembered how much she reminded him of someone else. And he wasn’t too sure how he felt about that.