Spoiler fixit fic for Torchwood

[bulky_monster]

He hears the sound of what he hopes is a shovel, between deaths. It’s been about fourteen of them by now and he is pretty damn sure he’ll go mad the next time…

But then blackness, and then pain and panic and gasping for air, and he’s still not mad after all. How many hours has it been? Has it been a day yet? How long in between deaths?

He would

Comments

[canaana]

Oh yeah, now *that's* how it should've happend. *grins*

[bulky_monster]

Wow, I forgot I ever wrote this. My DW muse has been in hibernation for probably a year now. But, I'm glad you enjoyed it :-)