|snakeling (snakeling) wrote in snakelingsrecs,|
@ 2007-09-29 19:32:00
|Entry tags:||fandom:doctor who, gen:doctor who, rating:pg-13|
The Key, by Jadesfire
Lovely tale, made of little snapshots of Jack's life, showing how few constants he has, and how much evolves around them.
Make sure to snoop around the comments, too, as there are related drabbles hidden in them.
The first thing Jack did when he woke up was to check whether or not he was still wearing his clothes. Along with counting body parts, it had become an instinctive reaction, owing nothing to thought and everything to experience. Trousers, shirt, arms, legs and all other appendages seemed to be present and correct and a quick flex of muscles sent back the reassuring knowledge that nothing had been tied down. Not bad for starters.
The next priority was to get his eyes open, a manoeuvre he immediately regretted as the world spun around him. He’d seen enough to tell him that he was inside, maybe in one of the store rooms or little offices in the main building. Shifting a bit, he winced as his shoulder blades pressed into a hard, unyielding surface that one groping hand identified as wooden planks. Well, that was better than being dumped on the cold concrete floor, and the wood felt smooth and sanded. At least he wouldn't get splinters.