Double-Drabble: Out of Reach
Title: Out of Reach (1/1)
Characters: Nine/Jack
Beta: canaana
Rating: All Ages
Spoilers: The Doctor Dances
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction; the characters are the property of the BBC and used here without permission. No money was made.
Summary: Drowning is an ugly death.
A/N: Written for lindenharp, who bid on me in the Support Stacie Auction. Part of the Deal!verse, but can stand on its own. Prompt: terror.
Out of Reach
Jack tries to kick his legs, but the chains are too heavy. The iron shackles pull him down, deeper and deeper under water. His arms flail. His lungs are burning. He won't last long like this.
"Don't wander off," the Doctor said. In hindsight, he should have listened. Or at least not let himself be dragged into a card game with the local mob. Or at least not won.
Darker and darker. The water pressure forces the air from his lungs. He's not going to get out of this one.
A sob escapes him. He swallows dirty salt water.
To die now, just when he'd found…
Not long now. His eyes drift shut from exhaustion.
Soon.
The chains fall away. Instinctively, he tries to kick up, but his muscles have no oxygen, his legs are too heavy.
A strong hand closes around his wrist. Jack feels himself being pulled upwards, his arm almost torn from the socket.
He forces his eyes open. As they rise, the darkness recedes. He sees a shadow first: angular, dark.
A bit further up, he can make out big ears and a black leather jacket.
He closes his eyes and relaxes. It'll be all right.
Characters: Nine/Jack
Beta: canaana
Rating: All Ages
Spoilers: The Doctor Dances
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction; the characters are the property of the BBC and used here without permission. No money was made.
Summary: Drowning is an ugly death.
A/N: Written for lindenharp, who bid on me in the Support Stacie Auction. Part of the Deal!verse, but can stand on its own. Prompt: terror.
Out of Reach
Jack tries to kick his legs, but the chains are too heavy. The iron shackles pull him down, deeper and deeper under water. His arms flail. His lungs are burning. He won't last long like this.
"Don't wander off," the Doctor said. In hindsight, he should have listened. Or at least not let himself be dragged into a card game with the local mob. Or at least not won.
Darker and darker. The water pressure forces the air from his lungs. He's not going to get out of this one.
A sob escapes him. He swallows dirty salt water.
To die now, just when he'd found…
Not long now. His eyes drift shut from exhaustion.
Soon.
The chains fall away. Instinctively, he tries to kick up, but his muscles have no oxygen, his legs are too heavy.
A strong hand closes around his wrist. Jack feels himself being pulled upwards, his arm almost torn from the socket.
He forces his eyes open. As they rise, the darkness recedes. He sees a shadow first: angular, dark.
A bit further up, he can make out big ears and a black leather jacket.
He closes his eyes and relaxes. It'll be all right.