The Tenth Doctor (lonely_god) wrote in silverage, @ 2011-07-30 13:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, 10th doctor, jack harkness |
Who: The Tenth Doctor, open to Jack Harkness
When: Sometime after this, but before Saturday monring
Where: The TARDIS, parked outside the Welcome Center
What: The Doctor contemplates the reasons Jack wanted him to keep quiet, and finds himself dreading any sort of reunion with Torchwood.
Rating: Low at the moment
Status: Complete narrative or open thread for Jack
The Doctor had known Jack and other members of Torchwood were in the city. He hadn't known for certain when in their timelines they'd been rerouted to this place rather than the lives they should have had. After Jack's reaction to his response to Gwen, however, he had his suspicions.
He hadn't meant any harm by contacting Gwen. He honestly hadn't. Seeing her use Jack's surname had come as such a surprise that he'd found himself replying to her before he really thought of the consequences. He'd thought Jack was far more interested in that Ianto fellow. He wasn't certain what they were getting at, with Gwen claiming her coworker as her brother and Jack as her husband, but they surely had their reasons. He supposed he might find out what they were if he met them for breakfast, as he'd promised Gwen he would.
Still, the temptation to run was there. Although he hadn't been on Earth at the time, he knew about the 456. He knew about the cost. He knew that Torchwood had been involved. It wouldn't surprise him at all if Jack walked through the doors of the TARDIS and punched him by way of hello.
There were no excuses the Doctor could make to absolve himself of culpability. There were no words he could say that would make the actions of the 456 any less horrific. He most certainly couldn't do a thing to restore the lives that had been lost.
"When will you stop being such an idiot?" he quietly asked himself. He'd done it again, the same as he'd done with Rose. He'd intruded on lives that might have been better off without him. With Rose, however, he'd been lucky. She'd accepted him, finally, despite the hurt of it. Jack, he thought, had far less reason to be forgiving.
Perhaps he shouldn't go to that diner on Saturday morning after all.