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Title / Prompt: 8/07 - Solitude, where we are least alone. - Lord Byron
Character: Jack Harkness
Warnings: none
Pairings: none
Your character's fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Word count: 210 per WordPerfect
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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He's all alone -- there's no one else left alive on the station. The Doctor and Rose and the TARDIS are gone, and the silence is nearly deafening. The hum of the engines, the rush of the air recycling, every click and beep and echo surrounds him; feels like it's closing in on him, stifling and choking until he wants to scream.
But that's not the worst of it by far. They're all gone but every time he closes his eyes, every time he relaxes -- every time he stops working on a way to get out of there -- they all come flooding back. All those screams of pain as the Daleks exterminated them, all of the gunfire and panic, all of the desperate fear. The sound of humanity being destroyed while he fought to the death.
Every time he lets himself rest the ghosts crowd in, and he wonders how long it's going to take before they drive him completely and utterly mad. He can't stay here; he certainly can't wait until help arrives because after what the Daleks did to Earth, help's going to be a damned long time coming. If he doesn't make it back to some place populated, and soon, he's going to go completely barking insane...
Character: Jack Harkness
Warnings: none
Pairings: none
Your character's fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Word count: 210 per WordPerfect
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the situation. If I did, he'd have come in much earlier...
Crossposted to
licenseartisticHe's all alone -- there's no one else left alive on the station. The Doctor and Rose and the TARDIS are gone, and the silence is nearly deafening. The hum of the engines, the rush of the air recycling, every click and beep and echo surrounds him; feels like it's closing in on him, stifling and choking until he wants to scream.
But that's not the worst of it by far. They're all gone but every time he closes his eyes, every time he relaxes -- every time he stops working on a way to get out of there -- they all come flooding back. All those screams of pain as the Daleks exterminated them, all of the gunfire and panic, all of the desperate fear. The sound of humanity being destroyed while he fought to the death.
Every time he lets himself rest the ghosts crowd in, and he wonders how long it's going to take before they drive him completely and utterly mad. He can't stay here; he certainly can't wait until help arrives because after what the Daleks did to Earth, help's going to be a damned long time coming. If he doesn't make it back to some place populated, and soon, he's going to go completely barking insane...
