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innuendocaptainTitle / Prompt: I saw the rage with which he felt
Character: Jack Harkness
Pairings: Jack Harkness/Ninth Doctor
Your character's fandom: Doctor Who
Word count: 221 per PocketWord
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the situation. If I did, he'd have come in much earlier...
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I saw the rage with which he felt
He hid it from most of them. Lynda Moss was so taken by the very idea of him that all she saw was someone who would stop at nothing to protect those he called friends. Davitch Pavel was possibly a little more aware of the rage boiling under the surface, but he didn't understand the kind of deep, deep loss that fueled it. Even I couldn't understand it at that intense a level -- my own loss had been small and insignificant when compared to his own. Two years of my life, compared to all of his friends, family, people, everything.
As he chatted with the Daleks and made veiled threats and bold promises that we were going to rescue Rose, I saw it. I saw the rage. He tried to hide it as he always does, but it was there. These monsters -- these things that he had sacrificed his entire race to destroy, and here they were, inexorably following their plan to subjugate and destroy the human race. Why had they survived, when none of the Time Lords except him lived? It was enough to break a man -- but it succeeded in making him enraged.
He was going to fight them with everything he had left. And I was going to help him, in any way I could.
Character: Jack Harkness
Pairings: Jack Harkness/Ninth Doctor
Your character's fandom: Doctor Who
Word count: 221 per PocketWord
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the situation. If I did, he'd have come in much earlier...
Crossposted to
splinters_sayI saw the rage with which he felt
He hid it from most of them. Lynda Moss was so taken by the very idea of him that all she saw was someone who would stop at nothing to protect those he called friends. Davitch Pavel was possibly a little more aware of the rage boiling under the surface, but he didn't understand the kind of deep, deep loss that fueled it. Even I couldn't understand it at that intense a level -- my own loss had been small and insignificant when compared to his own. Two years of my life, compared to all of his friends, family, people, everything.
As he chatted with the Daleks and made veiled threats and bold promises that we were going to rescue Rose, I saw it. I saw the rage. He tried to hide it as he always does, but it was there. These monsters -- these things that he had sacrificed his entire race to destroy, and here they were, inexorably following their plan to subjugate and destroy the human race. Why had they survived, when none of the Time Lords except him lived? It was enough to break a man -- but it succeeded in making him enraged.
He was going to fight them with everything he had left. And I was going to help him, in any way I could.
