Instinct had taken over Jack Harkness when the explosion had ripped through an apartment he'd grown fond of. He'd not really even thought, just acted. He'd come back. He'd keep coming back. But Becker of course would not. And Jack was not about to loose anyone else. They kept dying, people he loved, they kept leaving, even here and Jack wasn't able to lose Becker too. He'd jumped, shielding his boyfriends body with his own. Knowing what was coming, and when it had, it hurt.
Oh it always hurt to die. His immortality didn't negate that.
There was black, a darkness, nothingness. The darkness Suzie Costello had once said was coming for him, and it wanted him. He knew that with every death, it wanted him. The fixed point, the man who won't stay dead. The one even the Doctor had called wrong. Jack existed there, for an amount of time even he didn't know before he started to sense things again.
Noise first.
The heat of flames, the smell of smoke. Touch...
Becker...
A gasp of breath followed, that turned mostly into a smokey spluttered cough and Jack instantly knew they had to get out.
This would likely not be his only death this day.
"We have to get out, no time, we have to. Now solider"