Captain Jack Harkness thought he had felt everything there was to feel. And he had. He had felt love, pain, fear, grief and so many others. But each time he felt something, though he had felt the same thing a hundred times before, it was new. A new type of love. A new type of pain. A new type of fear. A new type of grief. When he saw his lifeless form; that's when it hit him hardest. He had fallen in love, experienced pain and fear beyond imagination, all for this him. Now he had to deal with the grief that came with it. He wanted nothing more than to be able to die and decay, the same as everyone else. But he couldn't. So he dreamed instead. He remembered times of days past, and thought of days that would come. That could have come. But never will. Because the man he loved is dead. He knew it would happen. It always did. But not like this. It wasn't supposed to happen like this.
Later, sitting alone, knees drawn to his chest, he cried. Sobbed. Poured out his heart for the man who was gone. He couldn't help but think that they should have simply handed over the children in the first place, and then found a way to stop it. Or not. To be honest, it didn't matter to Jack anymore. If stupid, brave, idiotic, brilliant Ianto hadn't come with him, he would still be here. In Jack's arms, where he belonged.
This is just a short piece I wrote after watching Children Of Earth for the first time last night (morning, really, I guess.)
It's the first thing I have written in something other than Harry Potter, so how did I do?
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