Torchwood fic: Requiescat

[tearoseandhoney]

September 2034

She’s dying. They all die, of course, in the end and he’s just glad she’s not dying a hero’s death. She’s dying a normal human death, a painful, messy, pointless human death. Not old, not at all, but not young, not heartbreakingly young either. She should look diminished, lying in a hospital bed, hair shorn but Jack thinks she’s

Comments

[mtgat]

This is heartbreaking and exactly what would have happened. Good job!

[tearoseandhoney]

Thanks.

[anonymous]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Requiescat_in_pace
Requiescat

[tearoseandhoney]

Thanks for catching that. Hopefully it will teach me not to pick titles at the last minute without checking the spelling.

[mcparrot]

gorgeous

Another typo for you but it's a biggy. Drawer not draw.
You keep your socks in your drawer (or your bodies) and your draw with your pencil.

Lovely take on things. Glad Grey didn't get to live. For a minute there I thought he was going to be looked up in the UNIT jail.

[tearoseandhoney]

Thanks for spotting the typo. I'm glad you liked the story.