#166: Do you believe in ghosts?
She wasn't a ghost.
Well, that was as good a sign as any she'd gotten. She was worried it might've all been some sick nightmare caused by that...thing in the dark. A nightmare or a joke or something. But she could feel, and they could feel her; she could speak and be heard; she interacted with the world around her.
For all intents and purposes, not a ghost. She only felt like one. They only looked at her like one.
She might as well have been. One doesn't usually come back from the dead too often. What else did they expect, messing around with the Glove like that?
Not this, apparently.
Tosh wouldn't look at her--not in the eyes, at least. Owen constantly had a look that was both guilty and scared shitless. Gwen constantly had a deer-in-the-headlights look about her, so nothing was new there...except when she looked at her sadly, almost compassionately. Which didn't make much sense, considering they'd last met on rocky (to put it lightly) terms. Even before the story about her father, there was that look. Slightly scared, slightly pitying. Ianto was grim, and his jaw tightened at every moment he infrequently came down to give her some tea or coffee.
And then there was Jack. The only time Jack had seen her was when she was resurrected and when he interrogated her for names of people and places. His emotions and reactions had always been hard to place, and now it seemed even harder. Had he missed her? Was he furious? Relieved? Frightened? Did he even get frightened anymore? His eyes were always haunted to begin with, so to say it looked like he'd seen a ghost was pointless.
The room was down below, dirty, small, lonely. She might as well resign herself to haunting it, seeing as that was all she could really do, hardly wheel around the table, showing off the large bloody hole in the back of her head. Zombie, ghost, something horrific.
She'd spent so much time convincing herself that she was real, that this was all happening, that she wouldn't suddenly find herself back in the realm of black, but the truth was...she was but a ghost of her former self. At least in the eyes of everyone else.
Suzie Costello
Torchwood
Word Count: 318
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Well, that was as good a sign as any she'd gotten. She was worried it might've all been some sick nightmare caused by that...thing in the dark. A nightmare or a joke or something. But she could feel, and they could feel her; she could speak and be heard; she interacted with the world around her.
For all intents and purposes, not a ghost. She only felt like one. They only looked at her like one.
She might as well have been. One doesn't usually come back from the dead too often. What else did they expect, messing around with the Glove like that?
Not this, apparently.
Tosh wouldn't look at her--not in the eyes, at least. Owen constantly had a look that was both guilty and scared shitless. Gwen constantly had a deer-in-the-headlights look about her, so nothing was new there...except when she looked at her sadly, almost compassionately. Which didn't make much sense, considering they'd last met on rocky (to put it lightly) terms. Even before the story about her father, there was that look. Slightly scared, slightly pitying. Ianto was grim, and his jaw tightened at every moment he infrequently came down to give her some tea or coffee.
And then there was Jack. The only time Jack had seen her was when she was resurrected and when he interrogated her for names of people and places. His emotions and reactions had always been hard to place, and now it seemed even harder. Had he missed her? Was he furious? Relieved? Frightened? Did he even get frightened anymore? His eyes were always haunted to begin with, so to say it looked like he'd seen a ghost was pointless.
The room was down below, dirty, small, lonely. She might as well resign herself to haunting it, seeing as that was all she could really do, hardly wheel around the table, showing off the large bloody hole in the back of her head. Zombie, ghost, something horrific.
She'd spent so much time convincing herself that she was real, that this was all happening, that she wouldn't suddenly find herself back in the realm of black, but the truth was...she was but a ghost of her former self. At least in the eyes of everyone else.
Suzie Costello
Torchwood
Word Count: 318
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