Fic: Cold, Grey

[smithy161]

Title: Cold, Grey
Rating: G
Pairing: Five/Jack
For: My doctorwho_100 prompt 'grieve'. But this story is also for trobadora who, a while ago, prompted me to write something to explain why Jack is no longer angry with the Doctor for leaving him on the Gamestation. This has been trying to write itself ever since it was asked for.
Summary: Jack and the Doctor meet in a

Comments

[_medley_]

Oh. Oh. This is lovely and painful and right. I love the way you've described death, and the difference between the death and the funeral. I love the understanding Jack comes to, and the Doctor's simple acceptance of Jack's forgiveness because he knows he'll know why one day.

[smithy161]

(Because you commented before I could edit, just want to point out the last line has changed slightly but significantly.)

Very glad you liked this (still slightly wibbly after your Yana art, incidentally, so your approval means a lot!), and thank you very much for commenting!

[_medley_]

I like the change!

still slightly wibbly after your Yana art, incidentally, so your approval means a lot!

Oh, you don't know how happy you just made me. Seriously, fantastic compliment, especially coming from the person fandom_me says she wants to write like when she grows up. :)

[smithy161]

Actually blushing now, because there's no way I deserve that!

[_medley_]

Hey, check your f-list. That's what she said. And since I wouldn't mind writing like *her* when I grow up...

[fandom_me]

Hey! Now you're making *ME* blush. (Thanks.)

[_medley_]

I have said nothing that isn't true. If the two of you can't handle your own awesomeness, well, then, you'll just have to blush, I guess. :) (You're very welcome.)