Captain Jack Harkness | Torchwood (thedashinghero) wrote in aternaville, @ 2009-04-11 00:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | jack harkness, rose tyler |
WHO: Jack Harkness, Rose Tyler
WHAT: Jack needs some consoling. Definitely needs consoling.
WHERE: Ianto's Jack's house
WHEN: 10 April, Mid-Morning
STATUS: Complete/Closed
RATING: D for Depressing
At some point in the morning, Jack was released from hospital. There was no Torchwood here, no way of waving a card around and demanding to be released because he was outside of the government and beyond the police. Here he was nothing more than Captain Jack Harkness, a man who once served with the RAF. Nothing more.
They hadn't said much about Ianto and, for once, Jack hadn't asked. What more was there to know? He'd watched the man be mauled by a wolf (werewolf as the case may be) and Jack had no desire to get the rest of the details. What more did he need to know? Ianto was dead and he couldn't stop it.
A chill had settled into his body as he walked from the hospital back to home. No, the house, Jack corrected. A place he was going to lay his head and nothing more. He'd stay around for a bit and then would move on elsewhere. At least he could leave. Back to Cardiff, maybe see if the Doctor could re-enable his wrist strap before he left and head home... then elsewhere. Didn't matter where. Just some place far from here. A hundred years of protecting humans and what did it get him? First Michael. Then Greg. Now this.
Jack found himself back at the house, realising with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that it was now his. Fucking hell. Jack pushed the door open, knowing he must look a fright with the bandages, blood soaked shirt (and not all of it his own), coupled with the blood on his face and hands he hadn't bothered to wash off. Must have looked a sight walking through town and it was amazing there wasn't a knock at the door yet, PCs there and at the ready.
And the one thing Jack wanted he couldn't have. So he settled for the next best thing: bourbon. Pouring himself a glass, Jack called out to Rose. Better she receive the bad news sooner rather than later, though the thought never occured to him to change first.
"Rose? You home?"