InsaneJournal

Day Eight: Without Much Fanfare
Who: clone!Jack and OTA
What: clone!Jack was not supposed to be permanent after all
When: Near midnight
Where: Near the Post Office
Rating: TBD
Status: Dropped

It was not a very bad feeling. Dying. He felt kind of peaceful and there was no more happy bounce to his step when he walked across the street to the weird little building that looked to him like a post office from some past era. He was not at all sure how he knew that it was near the end for him but he did. He was clutching his leatherbound journal and feeling sort of drunkish even though he had not had a drop to drink. Not ever in his own life. In fact, he had not eaten or done anything but make people feel very scared or mad. That was not what he had wanted to do at all!

No one had wanted to see his big secret surprise either! That was the unfairest thing of all and that was why he started to feel sad again. Until he opened the journal and there was Ianto being so very sweet the way Ianto was when he wanted to be. Even if almost Jack was not the REAL Jack, Ianto acted kind of like he would take care of him anyway. Maybe if he had been able to stick around longer they could have been friends.

Oh well. That would not happen now. He stumbled to a seat against the post office door and sprawled out his legs. He did not care that it was cold underneath his bottom. He felt tired and sort of maybe giggly? That made him want to sing. So why not?

Without much fanfare and very much giggliness and sadness and drunkish feelings all through him, not Jack began to croon as loud as he could.

"Now it's time to say goodbye to all our company - hiccup - J-A-C... see you in the afterlife... K-H-A... eh? is that the light? R-K-N-E-S-Sssss - hiccup!"