Captain Jack Harkness - The holder of the Bad Wolf
A fanfiction of torchwood. First in 'The Bad Wolf' series. Also written on Fanfiction.net
Title: Captain Jack Harkness - The holder of the Bad Wolf
Rating: Teen
Spoilers: Probably slight spoilers for season 1 of torchwood and The Parting Of The Ways (DW)
Pairing: Jack/Gwen
Summary: Jack gets consumed by the power he holds. Reality is twisted, and sometimes things aren't the way they seem to be...slight JackGwen.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Disclamier: I do not own torchwood, etc...
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I almost felt sick that I was like them - a stupid Human. A stupid, idiotic human. Well, I suppose I couldn’t really class myself as a human - unless it means an ex-time agent and con-man that has time-travelled in a blue police box with a time-lord. Oh yeah, did I forget? This ‘Human’ can never die. Bloody annoying, I’ll tell you that! I can see it coming, every time.I can’t count the times I’ve though (sardonically), ‘Oh god, not again…!’
Not that I believe in any god. I mean, there might be a god, but who knows? It was rumoured a couple of years ago that there was another race much more powerful then the Time lords, and maybe even the guardians, but I never really investigated it much. Maybe I should of, but it’s no point now. I can’t be bothered with it anymore. The only people in this universe that have a sort of god-like power, would be the guardians, and the Time lords, which have all gone, except for one - I hope. (Even though I can never hope now, I’m too tired, to weary of this. So alone, so empty here.) I’m going to have a right go at him if I ever see him again. Bloody leaving me like that, but just maybe, it wasn’t his fault. Maybe he didn’t know I was still alive. I mean, who’d ever heard of someone surviving a dalek’s death-ray?
I’m stuck on this planet. I don’t have anything again Earth, mostly because I was born here (obviously), but I just had to land in the 21st century didn’t I? It’s like the middle ages!
I don’t even know why I’m writing this. Probably all them reports my old boss made me do in the bloody time agency - not that I would even know after they stole 2 years of my memory.
Bastards.
I’m so bored here. Torchwood’s nothing compared to what it was like with the Doctor and Rose. I understand now. Why he is what he is. The Doctor. He was distant, hiding behind his cheery mask, hiding his pain and loss. Just like me. Living like this is almost like his life, but worse - Without time-travel. Just the slow path.
It could have been worse you say? Huh, don’t make me laugh. (I try to think hopefully, but I can’t do it. I’m so exhausted. I’m so tired of this life. ) It feels so lonely here… and cold, so cold. It’s like an icy hand has smashed through my chest, and gripped my heart with such force it’s painful. It’s thawing fingers enveloping my heart. Piercing it. My chest feels empty now, nothing there, just coldness and hidden bitterness of my heart, and the shadow of death. It expands in me, reaching out like frozen tentacles. No matter what I do, it’s always there, like a massive weight in my chest. My thoughts are empty, still, like time.
Even if my skin was burning, I’d still be cold - My chest, my body, and my feelings. It’s too cold to think, or to do anything. It numbs my senses, and my emotions. But it never dulls my pain, or loss. My head is blank, and so are my emotions. And all the time, that hand, it grips tighter and tighter, freezes my whole body, constricting my heart.
Even now as I look into a mirror and stare at my reflection, my eyes and my soul are bare, like a deserted wasteland. It’s like a void of blackness consuming my heart, body, mind and soul.
That’s all there is.
Emptiness.
Time seems to just speed by you, never stopping. It seems to be going so fast, but so slow.
Everlasting.
When I'm standing in one place it’s like millions of years have gone by in that one minute. I can feel it now. The earth spinning beneath me, rotating at a thousand times an hour, the entire planet hurtling round the sun at sixty-seven thousand miles an hour; never stopping.
Time is like air as the whole existence of the universe seems to flash before my eyes as I stand there in the space of a second, and everything seems so still. It’s moving so fast you can’t even see it.It’s like the whole world; the whole universe is pausing for a command, ever waiting. Ever still. And then I realize, in that space of a second, standing there - that it’s waiting for a person.
The whole of space and time, stopping for that one person.
And do you know who that one person is.
Me.
The bad wolf will return…
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“Hey, Jack?” called Gwen. Silence hung in the air, like a frosty chill. “Jack?”
She peered curiously round the corner, her eyes scanning for the Captain. Her eyes locked on to the man she was looking for.
Jack had his back turned to her. She took a few nervous steps towards him. It was not like him to be quiet. He was standing still, staring off into space; an eerie, unnatural wind blew round him.
“Jack?”
No response.
“JACK!”
He slowly turned round. 'Eventually!’ Gwen thought, half annoyed half glad at his response.
Jack looked into her eyes. Her mouth dropped silently and her eye’s widened in fear.
Jack’s eye’s glowed with a piercing light. A golden mist swirled round him, his whole body radiating power.
Gwen dropped the coffee cup that she was carrying. The mug smashed on the floor, shattering into thousand of tiny pieces as the liquid formed a shimmering puddle.
There was a clattering of feet as the rest of the team appeared, wondering what all the noise was about.
“Gwen, what’s wro….”
Owen’s voice trailed off as he saw there leader, and there captain, surrounded by a veil of mist. He look liked he was possessed. The team paused. “Who are you?” growled Owen, his gun pointing straight at the glowing Jack. He cautiously stepped forward, his eyes never leaving Jack - or whatever this creature was.
“ANSWER ME!” Owen yelled, angry, and franklyscared shit-less.
A voice echoed through the room. It was a voice laced with power - and it was Jack’s.
“I am the controller of the sun and the sky, the moon and the stars, the light and dark. I can see the whole of space and time - every atom of the universe and its existence.
All that is, and all that was - All that ever could be. Everything is still - space and time, life and death. All at my command,” His voice was quiet but clear, and his eyes swirled with the vortex. His face echoed death and things unimaginable to the humans standing there. The whole team were frozen solid. Everything was silent. Not even the pterodactyl made a sound.
“I am the Bad Wolf!”
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Title: Captain Jack Harkness - The holder of the Bad Wolf
Rating: Teen
Spoilers: Probably slight spoilers for season 1 of torchwood and The Parting Of The Ways (DW)
Pairing: Jack/Gwen
Summary: Jack gets consumed by the power he holds. Reality is twisted, and sometimes things aren't the way they seem to be...slight JackGwen.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Disclamier: I do not own torchwood, etc...
-----
I almost felt sick that I was like them - a stupid Human. A stupid, idiotic human. Well, I suppose I couldn’t really class myself as a human - unless it means an ex-time agent and con-man that has time-travelled in a blue police box with a time-lord. Oh yeah, did I forget? This ‘Human’ can never die. Bloody annoying, I’ll tell you that! I can see it coming, every time.I can’t count the times I’ve though (sardonically), ‘Oh god, not again…!’
Not that I believe in any god. I mean, there might be a god, but who knows? It was rumoured a couple of years ago that there was another race much more powerful then the Time lords, and maybe even the guardians, but I never really investigated it much. Maybe I should of, but it’s no point now. I can’t be bothered with it anymore. The only people in this universe that have a sort of god-like power, would be the guardians, and the Time lords, which have all gone, except for one - I hope. (Even though I can never hope now, I’m too tired, to weary of this. So alone, so empty here.) I’m going to have a right go at him if I ever see him again. Bloody leaving me like that, but just maybe, it wasn’t his fault. Maybe he didn’t know I was still alive. I mean, who’d ever heard of someone surviving a dalek’s death-ray?
I’m stuck on this planet. I don’t have anything again Earth, mostly because I was born here (obviously), but I just had to land in the 21st century didn’t I? It’s like the middle ages!
I don’t even know why I’m writing this. Probably all them reports my old boss made me do in the bloody time agency - not that I would even know after they stole 2 years of my memory.
Bastards.
I’m so bored here. Torchwood’s nothing compared to what it was like with the Doctor and Rose. I understand now. Why he is what he is. The Doctor. He was distant, hiding behind his cheery mask, hiding his pain and loss. Just like me. Living like this is almost like his life, but worse - Without time-travel. Just the slow path.
It could have been worse you say? Huh, don’t make me laugh. (I try to think hopefully, but I can’t do it. I’m so exhausted. I’m so tired of this life. ) It feels so lonely here… and cold, so cold. It’s like an icy hand has smashed through my chest, and gripped my heart with such force it’s painful. It’s thawing fingers enveloping my heart. Piercing it. My chest feels empty now, nothing there, just coldness and hidden bitterness of my heart, and the shadow of death. It expands in me, reaching out like frozen tentacles. No matter what I do, it’s always there, like a massive weight in my chest. My thoughts are empty, still, like time.
Even if my skin was burning, I’d still be cold - My chest, my body, and my feelings. It’s too cold to think, or to do anything. It numbs my senses, and my emotions. But it never dulls my pain, or loss. My head is blank, and so are my emotions. And all the time, that hand, it grips tighter and tighter, freezes my whole body, constricting my heart.
Even now as I look into a mirror and stare at my reflection, my eyes and my soul are bare, like a deserted wasteland. It’s like a void of blackness consuming my heart, body, mind and soul.
That’s all there is.
Emptiness.
Time seems to just speed by you, never stopping. It seems to be going so fast, but so slow.
Everlasting.
When I'm standing in one place it’s like millions of years have gone by in that one minute. I can feel it now. The earth spinning beneath me, rotating at a thousand times an hour, the entire planet hurtling round the sun at sixty-seven thousand miles an hour; never stopping.
Time is like air as the whole existence of the universe seems to flash before my eyes as I stand there in the space of a second, and everything seems so still. It’s moving so fast you can’t even see it.It’s like the whole world; the whole universe is pausing for a command, ever waiting. Ever still. And then I realize, in that space of a second, standing there - that it’s waiting for a person.
The whole of space and time, stopping for that one person.
And do you know who that one person is.
Me.
The bad wolf will return…
----------bw------
“Hey, Jack?” called Gwen. Silence hung in the air, like a frosty chill. “Jack?”
She peered curiously round the corner, her eyes scanning for the Captain. Her eyes locked on to the man she was looking for.
Jack had his back turned to her. She took a few nervous steps towards him. It was not like him to be quiet. He was standing still, staring off into space; an eerie, unnatural wind blew round him.
“Jack?”
No response.
“JACK!”
He slowly turned round. 'Eventually!’ Gwen thought, half annoyed half glad at his response.
Jack looked into her eyes. Her mouth dropped silently and her eye’s widened in fear.
Jack’s eye’s glowed with a piercing light. A golden mist swirled round him, his whole body radiating power.
Gwen dropped the coffee cup that she was carrying. The mug smashed on the floor, shattering into thousand of tiny pieces as the liquid formed a shimmering puddle.
There was a clattering of feet as the rest of the team appeared, wondering what all the noise was about.
“Gwen, what’s wro….”
Owen’s voice trailed off as he saw there leader, and there captain, surrounded by a veil of mist. He look liked he was possessed. The team paused. “Who are you?” growled Owen, his gun pointing straight at the glowing Jack. He cautiously stepped forward, his eyes never leaving Jack - or whatever this creature was.
“ANSWER ME!” Owen yelled, angry, and franklyscared shit-less.
A voice echoed through the room. It was a voice laced with power - and it was Jack’s.
“I am the controller of the sun and the sky, the moon and the stars, the light and dark. I can see the whole of space and time - every atom of the universe and its existence.
All that is, and all that was - All that ever could be. Everything is still - space and time, life and death. All at my command,” His voice was quiet but clear, and his eyes swirled with the vortex. His face echoed death and things unimaginable to the humans standing there. The whole team were frozen solid. Everything was silent. Not even the pterodactyl made a sound.
“I am the Bad Wolf!”
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