Keep holding on 4/?
“Ok I‘ll tell you because I can and because it‘s fun. Oh by the way, have you heard from the 4 5 6? When you do, be sure and give Ianto Jones my love!”
Jack grabbed him, hands round Boylan’s neck The Doctor pulled Jack off him has Boylan laughed.
“Matheson’s death wasn’t the only death I cause, Oh no, I caused the death of Stephen Carter your own grandson, but come in close Jack Harkness and listen while I whisper to you, I caused the death, of Ianto Jones and you have been living with it.”
Jack tried to push the Doctor out the way but The Doctor stood his ground, looking deep into Jacks eyes. He winked, then turned.
“You always was thick for a time-lord Monk…Trying to be like The Master! Yeah he was crazy, insane, lost the plot, but he was oh so brilliant, where you, well, your just, nothing special really.”
“I got the 4 5 6 here, I killed Ianto Jones, caused The Captain there to kill his own grandson, his own flesh and blood, caused James Matheson to blew his brain out, killed 8 little girls, now tell me I’m thick, I’m nothing special!”
The Doctor made his hands into balls for once thinking Jack had the right idea and maybe, just maybe, he should just let Jack take him out.
The Doctor placed the fists on the table and looked in to The Monks eyes burning.
“Your thick and nothing special, because if you was…if you was cleaver and something special you would have known that by telling us how you killed Matheson, that time would start to heal it’s self, or didn’t the trickster explain that?”
“What?” Jack asked shocked Times healing it’s self? He couldn’t take in what The Doctor had just said.
“Wibby-wobbly timely-wimmey stuff Jack, but The Trickster wouldn’t have told you that would he? Besides your to stupid to come up with this idea on your own, However we need to decide. Do I take you with me, find some where to put you, you live out your life day after day or hand you over to The Captain and let him do has he wants, even if that means feeding you to a Weevil!”
“NO!” Jack and The Doctor turned at the new voice out of the Shadows of the doorway the frame of the person moved forward slowly.
“Jack would never forgive himself, no matter how sick, or twisted the person is.” Jack staggered back unable to speak, at last he was able to whisper out a name. “Ianto?”
Jack grabbed him, hands round Boylan’s neck The Doctor pulled Jack off him has Boylan laughed.
“Matheson’s death wasn’t the only death I cause, Oh no, I caused the death of Stephen Carter your own grandson, but come in close Jack Harkness and listen while I whisper to you, I caused the death, of Ianto Jones and you have been living with it.”
Jack tried to push the Doctor out the way but The Doctor stood his ground, looking deep into Jacks eyes. He winked, then turned.
“You always was thick for a time-lord Monk…Trying to be like The Master! Yeah he was crazy, insane, lost the plot, but he was oh so brilliant, where you, well, your just, nothing special really.”
“I got the 4 5 6 here, I killed Ianto Jones, caused The Captain there to kill his own grandson, his own flesh and blood, caused James Matheson to blew his brain out, killed 8 little girls, now tell me I’m thick, I’m nothing special!”
The Doctor made his hands into balls for once thinking Jack had the right idea and maybe, just maybe, he should just let Jack take him out.
The Doctor placed the fists on the table and looked in to The Monks eyes burning.
“Your thick and nothing special, because if you was…if you was cleaver and something special you would have known that by telling us how you killed Matheson, that time would start to heal it’s self, or didn’t the trickster explain that?”
“What?” Jack asked shocked Times healing it’s self? He couldn’t take in what The Doctor had just said.
“Wibby-wobbly timely-wimmey stuff Jack, but The Trickster wouldn’t have told you that would he? Besides your to stupid to come up with this idea on your own, However we need to decide. Do I take you with me, find some where to put you, you live out your life day after day or hand you over to The Captain and let him do has he wants, even if that means feeding you to a Weevil!”
“NO!” Jack and The Doctor turned at the new voice out of the Shadows of the doorway the frame of the person moved forward slowly.
“Jack would never forgive himself, no matter how sick, or twisted the person is.” Jack staggered back unable to speak, at last he was able to whisper out a name. “Ianto?”