Pain in the Name of Love
Alright I have no idea what's going on today. I just seriously feel the need to write but not on any of the stories I presently have on the go, or even drabbles involving characters I'm actually really familiar with.
So this idea suddenly struck me and I decided to just go with it, I'm not sure how far back in time Jack actually went when he got off Station 5 so if I'm wrong I apologize, I also apologize if Jack is seriously out of character or for anything else someone might want to complain about ^_~
I don't honestly know what else to do with myself today.
Title: Pain in the Name of Love
Show: Torchwood
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
Characters: Jack, TARDIS
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Torchwood
Whoourr whoourr whoourr...
It was that sound again! Jack shot up in his bed eyes wide, had he dreamt it? though at times it felt more like a nightmare to him, it was the sound of being left behind abandoned by friends.
Whoourr, whoourr...
There, it came again a few more times Jack leapt from his bed rushing to the window. He knew now he hadn't dreamt it. This truly was the Doctor entering Jack's time. Jack braced himself against the windowsill pushing the two narrow pains of glass outwards so he could look down on the street below, and there he saw them, his Doctor and Rose Tyler.
Jack had always hoped this day would come, that he'd see the Doctor again, he couldn't count the number of times he run one way or another at the slightest sound that reminded him of the TARDIS. It had never actually been, as time continued it's slow crawl around Jack, he'd felt sure sooner or later he'd see the Doctor again.
The Doctor and Rose were both eying their surroundings, he could almost make out their muffled conversation, as it echoed through the empty alley. Jack slowly slipped to his knees resting chin on the sill as he continued to watch the Doctor, his leather jacket catching the faint light of street lamps as he reached into his pocket for his trusty sonic screwdriver.
Jack felt a strong pain in his chest as he saw the Doctor disappear inside the small night club, Rose remaining outside blond hair dancing as she continued to look around, before her attention was caught, by a small boy.
"Mummy?"
Jack shuddered at the sound, remembering all to clearly what had/was happening, that it had been his fault this child was made to wander the streets of London searching for his mummy. At the same time a surge of pure emotion swept through Jack as he remembered just what the Doctor had done for the citizens of London, and for Jack too. The Doctor had opened Jack's eyes, had taken him into his TARDIS, had given him a home he desperately missed.
~Why do I do this to myself?~ Jack asked himself darkly, he knew this day would come just a surely as tomorrow always did for him, no matter what he did to himself the day before. But this...
Jack was helpless but to just watch the Doctor and Rose as they worked to save London, as much as he ached to make contact with them Jack knew he couldn't enter his own time line. Sure enough Jack knew he would save Rose. Pulling both hands through his hair Jack desperately wanted to run down to the alley below to just reach out and touch the TARDIS to make himself believe it was real, and he could well see it again.
He'd been forced to play it especially safe once the war had started, he did his best to remain out of sight and especially to avoid the places he frequently visited as a solider fighting in the war. This left him with far to much time on his hands to think of this day, to imagine seeing the Doctor again.
But none of that dreaming had prepared himself for the heartache he felt upon seeing the Doctor in the flesh, to know he was so close Jack could reach out and touch him, if he wanted to screw with time more than it already was now that he couldn't die.
Out came the Doctor again, and Jack climbed back to his feet, listening to him call for Rose in his familiar Lancashire accent. It sent a shiver down Jack's spin, and he felt his resolve begin to fade. Could it really hurt to just go down there and speak to this man?
Jack pounded his fist shapely against the sill, letting the pain focus him. He'd waited near one-hundred years just to see the last of the Time Lords, as Jack remembered him. The pain burned within him scorching his soul even as his eyes remained transfixed on the Doctor's retreating form.
His body screamed at him to leave his room, to shadow the Doctor, surely he could do that and remain out of sight. Jack never feared the air raids, what could they do to him that his own body wouldn't be able to repair? Before he knew it the Doctor was gone, and Jack felt the shock slowly fade from his body, as he turned away from the window and slid down to the floor pulling knees tightly to his chest.
Tears stood out on his eyes clinging desperately to lashes before falling down his face. Jack slammed his head against the wall several times, shutting his eyes tightly against the cascade of tears. ~So close...but I might as well be worlds away...~ he thought desperately envious of his self that was naturally a part of the time line...as much as a Time Agent could be. Jack could also feel sorry for both himself now, and then about to meet Rose. Because for himself the pain of that future abandonment didn't lesson with time...
Jack's head came up slowly when he felt as though a hand was brushing against his head, but as he looked around Jack realized it was more like the invisible hand was stroking his mind. The touch was as familiar as the Doctor's voice, and nearly as comforting, and he heard the Doctor's words echo in his head 'The heart of the TARDIS...Even I don't know how strong that is...'
"Hello old friend," Jack whispered softly, cherishing the moment of being recognized...remembered. For the moment, not abandoned but found.
I hope if any of your read this that you enjoyed it!
So this idea suddenly struck me and I decided to just go with it, I'm not sure how far back in time Jack actually went when he got off Station 5 so if I'm wrong I apologize, I also apologize if Jack is seriously out of character or for anything else someone might want to complain about ^_~
I don't honestly know what else to do with myself today.
Title: Pain in the Name of Love
Show: Torchwood
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
Characters: Jack, TARDIS
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Torchwood
Whoourr whoourr whoourr...
It was that sound again! Jack shot up in his bed eyes wide, had he dreamt it? though at times it felt more like a nightmare to him, it was the sound of being left behind abandoned by friends.
Whoourr, whoourr...
There, it came again a few more times Jack leapt from his bed rushing to the window. He knew now he hadn't dreamt it. This truly was the Doctor entering Jack's time. Jack braced himself against the windowsill pushing the two narrow pains of glass outwards so he could look down on the street below, and there he saw them, his Doctor and Rose Tyler.
Jack had always hoped this day would come, that he'd see the Doctor again, he couldn't count the number of times he run one way or another at the slightest sound that reminded him of the TARDIS. It had never actually been, as time continued it's slow crawl around Jack, he'd felt sure sooner or later he'd see the Doctor again.
The Doctor and Rose were both eying their surroundings, he could almost make out their muffled conversation, as it echoed through the empty alley. Jack slowly slipped to his knees resting chin on the sill as he continued to watch the Doctor, his leather jacket catching the faint light of street lamps as he reached into his pocket for his trusty sonic screwdriver.
Jack felt a strong pain in his chest as he saw the Doctor disappear inside the small night club, Rose remaining outside blond hair dancing as she continued to look around, before her attention was caught, by a small boy.
"Mummy?"
Jack shuddered at the sound, remembering all to clearly what had/was happening, that it had been his fault this child was made to wander the streets of London searching for his mummy. At the same time a surge of pure emotion swept through Jack as he remembered just what the Doctor had done for the citizens of London, and for Jack too. The Doctor had opened Jack's eyes, had taken him into his TARDIS, had given him a home he desperately missed.
~Why do I do this to myself?~ Jack asked himself darkly, he knew this day would come just a surely as tomorrow always did for him, no matter what he did to himself the day before. But this...
Jack was helpless but to just watch the Doctor and Rose as they worked to save London, as much as he ached to make contact with them Jack knew he couldn't enter his own time line. Sure enough Jack knew he would save Rose. Pulling both hands through his hair Jack desperately wanted to run down to the alley below to just reach out and touch the TARDIS to make himself believe it was real, and he could well see it again.
He'd been forced to play it especially safe once the war had started, he did his best to remain out of sight and especially to avoid the places he frequently visited as a solider fighting in the war. This left him with far to much time on his hands to think of this day, to imagine seeing the Doctor again.
But none of that dreaming had prepared himself for the heartache he felt upon seeing the Doctor in the flesh, to know he was so close Jack could reach out and touch him, if he wanted to screw with time more than it already was now that he couldn't die.
Out came the Doctor again, and Jack climbed back to his feet, listening to him call for Rose in his familiar Lancashire accent. It sent a shiver down Jack's spin, and he felt his resolve begin to fade. Could it really hurt to just go down there and speak to this man?
Jack pounded his fist shapely against the sill, letting the pain focus him. He'd waited near one-hundred years just to see the last of the Time Lords, as Jack remembered him. The pain burned within him scorching his soul even as his eyes remained transfixed on the Doctor's retreating form.
His body screamed at him to leave his room, to shadow the Doctor, surely he could do that and remain out of sight. Jack never feared the air raids, what could they do to him that his own body wouldn't be able to repair? Before he knew it the Doctor was gone, and Jack felt the shock slowly fade from his body, as he turned away from the window and slid down to the floor pulling knees tightly to his chest.
Tears stood out on his eyes clinging desperately to lashes before falling down his face. Jack slammed his head against the wall several times, shutting his eyes tightly against the cascade of tears. ~So close...but I might as well be worlds away...~ he thought desperately envious of his self that was naturally a part of the time line...as much as a Time Agent could be. Jack could also feel sorry for both himself now, and then about to meet Rose. Because for himself the pain of that future abandonment didn't lesson with time...
Jack's head came up slowly when he felt as though a hand was brushing against his head, but as he looked around Jack realized it was more like the invisible hand was stroking his mind. The touch was as familiar as the Doctor's voice, and nearly as comforting, and he heard the Doctor's words echo in his head 'The heart of the TARDIS...Even I don't know how strong that is...'
"Hello old friend," Jack whispered softly, cherishing the moment of being recognized...remembered. For the moment, not abandoned but found.
I hope if any of your read this that you enjoyed it!