Double Drabble: Losing Hope
Title: Losing Hope
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 654: Tired at tw100.
Spoilers: End of Days.
Summary: Jack is still drained from facing Abaddon.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Jack felt bone weary. He’d been waiting for more than a hundred years, trapped here on earth, had seen the century turn twice, and still the Doctor hadn’t come. It was starting to seem as if he never would.
Maybe that was why he’d been so slow to revive after Abaddon had left him drained of the vortex energy that sustained him. He’d defeated the demon, had known that he’d saved the world, and there just hadn’t seemed much point in carrying on. He might have been content to float in the limbo of not quite death for the rest of eternity. It wasn’t as if anyone truly needed him.
But them something had breathed on the spark of life deep within him, re-igniting it, and he’d found himself alive again. Apparently the universe wasn’t done with him yet.
He still felt drained though, it would take time for him to fully recover. If he could sit quietly in his office, have coffee and snacks to replenish his energy, he’d be fine.
Then he heard it, the familiar wheezing, groaning sound of the TARDIS materialising somewhere above, come to refuel from the Rift.
Suddenly Jack didn’t feel so tired anymore.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 654: Tired at tw100.
Spoilers: End of Days.
Summary: Jack is still drained from facing Abaddon.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Jack felt bone weary. He’d been waiting for more than a hundred years, trapped here on earth, had seen the century turn twice, and still the Doctor hadn’t come. It was starting to seem as if he never would.
Maybe that was why he’d been so slow to revive after Abaddon had left him drained of the vortex energy that sustained him. He’d defeated the demon, had known that he’d saved the world, and there just hadn’t seemed much point in carrying on. He might have been content to float in the limbo of not quite death for the rest of eternity. It wasn’t as if anyone truly needed him.
But them something had breathed on the spark of life deep within him, re-igniting it, and he’d found himself alive again. Apparently the universe wasn’t done with him yet.
He still felt drained though, it would take time for him to fully recover. If he could sit quietly in his office, have coffee and snacks to replenish his energy, he’d be fine.
Then he heard it, the familiar wheezing, groaning sound of the TARDIS materialising somewhere above, come to refuel from the Rift.
Suddenly Jack didn’t feel so tired anymore.
The End