Waking Up in the Morgue (tag: Jack Harkness)
Cold. It was very, very cold. And dark. Terribly dark. For a startling moment Jeannie wondered if this was what death was. It had been confusing enough when she had been in the apartment with that yelling girl and the other dead people. But just as she had been growing accustomed to that, she had found herself here.
Wherever this was.
It was cold and dark and somewhat frightening. Reaching out her hands, Jeannie expect to actually feel nothing. Instead, she encountered a hard, smooth surface that felt metallic. Trailing her hand across the chilled metal, she found a corner. Going the other direction produced another ninety degree angle.
Oh. Oh dear. They had put her in one of those boxes! They were going to put her in the ground! She did not want that! Oh, she was not at all pleased with this situation or being dead. This was not fun!
Panic was beginning to set in when she realized that she was actually touching the walls of the box. When she was with the yelling girl and all the people, it seemed that the other dead people could not touch physical objects. The dark haired woman’s hands had gone straight through the papers, and both the little girl and the man had walked through doors. So she should not be able to touch anything now. Unless…
She was not dead. Which made no sense, but then neither had being dead to begin with. And if she were alive, and trapped inside a box? The panic returned tenfold, and Jeannie momentarily forgot herself. “Help! Oh, help! Please get me out!”