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licenseartistic - Oct 2006 - Quotes
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innuendocaptainTitle / Prompt: Quotes: "Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today." -- James Dean. and "Experience: that most brutal of teachers. But you learn, my God do you learn." -- C. S. Lewis.
Character: Jack Harkness
Warnings: SERIOUS TORCHWOOD SPOILERS!!! Set in the 'Somewhere' universe.
Pairings: references to Ninth Doctor/Jack
Your character's fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Word count: 673 per PocketWord
Rating: PG-13 (violence, language)
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the situation. If I did, he'd have come in much earlier...
Crossposted tolicenseartistic
Bad enough he'd let himself be driven off, that he'd listened in the first place and had been noble enough to try and save the Doctor any pain. But to find out after he had left... The irony was almost painful, and he could tell the universe was laughing at him. If he'd only known, before he left, that now he might be the most perfect companion the Doctor could ever have; the best person to take the Doctor's loneliness away...
But he hadn't known. Not then -- not when he knew that the Doctor would soon encounter Rose, and knew his own influence had to be gone. And not after they'd had such a huge fight over his abandonment issues...
"If I knew then what I know now..."
But no, he hadn't known. And live fast, die young, leave a beautiful corpse wasn't really all that appealing the second time around. Been there, done that, didn't really like it much. So he got on with things, alone, and found himself getting a little angry about the whole thing again.
Okay, so maybe little was an understatement. He still wasn't sure if he'd punch the Doctor's lights outif when he saw him again, but the thought probably held more appeal for him than it should have.
After he'd learned about Torchwood by blundering into the middle of an investigation of mysterious deaths and strange lights in the night, he knew he had to get involved. Working his way into Torchwood London was a lot easier than he'd expected for an organization supposedly so secure, and after the first disaster with alien tech that people just had to touch, he knew his expertise was needed.
He worked his way up quickly, was commanding his own team of investigators in mere months. Everything was going so well. Which was, of course, when the universe naturally decided to throw a spanner into the works. Probably a sonic one at that -- after all, why not have the whole tool kit while you're at it?
The alien had been on the run, and his team was after it. They knew if it got away from them, it would go into hiding and they'd never track it down. Unfortunately, it had just enough beast in it that when cornered, flight became fight, and it tore its way past them. Through them, if he was going to be accurate about the whole thing. Being sliced felt more like a punch to the gut, and it wasn't until the alien drew back and he saw its talons wet and glistening red in the moonlight that he knew he was going to die again.
They saw him go down -- he heard Katie scream his name; heard Joseph order her to stay on their target and then the unmistakable crackling sound of a stunner as it barely missed the alien and burned the air into ozone directly over him. His last thought was 'I always liked that smell,' and then everything went black.
The ground was cold and hard under him, and he hurt. His chest ached -- felt like he'd been kicked by a mule, and even his lungs felt bruised. But the sudden intake of air felt so good, even if it hurt. For a moment he was completely disoriented, then memory snapped into place. Along with a hideous feeling of deja vu. "Oh. Shit..."
He sat up, felt through his shredded shirt, slow sense of dread filling him as he realized the wounds were gone. He'd been killed again -- and now he was alive. "What have you done to me?" he whispered, and then his team noticed he was moving and rushed to help him the moment they finished binding the alien. He passed it off as a trick of the light; got the wind knocked out of him, that's all. Everything's fine now.
Yeah. Right.
What do you do when you can't die, and the one person you want to spend eternity with is gone?
Character: Jack Harkness
Warnings: SERIOUS TORCHWOOD SPOILERS!!! Set in the 'Somewhere' universe.
Pairings: references to Ninth Doctor/Jack
Your character's fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Word count: 673 per PocketWord
Rating: PG-13 (violence, language)
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the situation. If I did, he'd have come in much earlier...
Crossposted to
licenseartisticBad enough he'd let himself be driven off, that he'd listened in the first place and had been noble enough to try and save the Doctor any pain. But to find out after he had left... The irony was almost painful, and he could tell the universe was laughing at him. If he'd only known, before he left, that now he might be the most perfect companion the Doctor could ever have; the best person to take the Doctor's loneliness away...
But he hadn't known. Not then -- not when he knew that the Doctor would soon encounter Rose, and knew his own influence had to be gone. And not after they'd had such a huge fight over his abandonment issues...
"If I knew then what I know now..."
But no, he hadn't known. And live fast, die young, leave a beautiful corpse wasn't really all that appealing the second time around. Been there, done that, didn't really like it much. So he got on with things, alone, and found himself getting a little angry about the whole thing again.
Okay, so maybe little was an understatement. He still wasn't sure if he'd punch the Doctor's lights out
After he'd learned about Torchwood by blundering into the middle of an investigation of mysterious deaths and strange lights in the night, he knew he had to get involved. Working his way into Torchwood London was a lot easier than he'd expected for an organization supposedly so secure, and after the first disaster with alien tech that people just had to touch, he knew his expertise was needed.
He worked his way up quickly, was commanding his own team of investigators in mere months. Everything was going so well. Which was, of course, when the universe naturally decided to throw a spanner into the works. Probably a sonic one at that -- after all, why not have the whole tool kit while you're at it?
The alien had been on the run, and his team was after it. They knew if it got away from them, it would go into hiding and they'd never track it down. Unfortunately, it had just enough beast in it that when cornered, flight became fight, and it tore its way past them. Through them, if he was going to be accurate about the whole thing. Being sliced felt more like a punch to the gut, and it wasn't until the alien drew back and he saw its talons wet and glistening red in the moonlight that he knew he was going to die again.
They saw him go down -- he heard Katie scream his name; heard Joseph order her to stay on their target and then the unmistakable crackling sound of a stunner as it barely missed the alien and burned the air into ozone directly over him. His last thought was 'I always liked that smell,' and then everything went black.
The ground was cold and hard under him, and he hurt. His chest ached -- felt like he'd been kicked by a mule, and even his lungs felt bruised. But the sudden intake of air felt so good, even if it hurt. For a moment he was completely disoriented, then memory snapped into place. Along with a hideous feeling of deja vu. "Oh. Shit..."
He sat up, felt through his shredded shirt, slow sense of dread filling him as he realized the wounds were gone. He'd been killed again -- and now he was alive. "What have you done to me?" he whispered, and then his team noticed he was moving and rushed to help him the moment they finished binding the alien. He passed it off as a trick of the light; got the wind knocked out of him, that's all. Everything's fine now.
Yeah. Right.
What do you do when you can't die, and the one person you want to spend eternity with is gone?
