Jump, a Torchwood and Heroes Fanfic. I own neither.
He was supposed to be here, he didn't know why, but somehow he needed to sit there, atop the cliff. With his immortality had come a certain lack of fear, and a desperate need to fall. He needed to feel pain. The cliff was tall and isolated; he would have time to wake up, to regenerate. He breathed. He thought about the talk with Gwen, after her first mission for Torchwood, the one about needing to find a Doctor that could fix him. It applied more to the now than it had then. He was so done living, so ready to die.
He heard something. A simple rustle in the leaves behind him. A soft sob that only he could feel the pain to. A girl stood there crying as he turned around. When she noticed him, her face changed to shock and she gasped slightly, wiping fresh tears from her face.
"Go away" She said, sitting on the edge of the cliff with him. "I don't want you to see this." He didn't get up, just sat there.
"Are you planning to jump?" the question was so direct, even from him. He waited patiently for her response.
"Why would I tell you?" she asked instead, putting him on the spot.
"I was going to, doesn't mean you should too."
"Not if you're here." She replied, still crying.
"Suits me" with that, the man pushed himself off the ledge. She looked at the spot where he had jumped from for several seconds, shocked he could do so so calmly. If he could she could. With her powers came a certain lack of fear. And a desperate need to push them to their limits. She took a breath and let herself fall, feeling the warm air against the side of her face and the material feel of the clothing against her body. A flash. And then nothing.
He came around as abruptly as usual, the gulp of air as the shock to his system brought his body back to life. He rolled onto his side, feeling the pain of injuries that were not quite healed. He was alive. Again. Why. Why him. All the times, the spectacular deaths, he was never able to sacrifice something as sacred as life to a cause as grand as Torchwood's. Or the Doctor's. He brought his mind back and though about the girl. Had she jumped? Changed her mind at the last second? His vision cleared and he saw her, three meters away, her body mangled. But before his eyes, she began to heal, to regenerate the way he must as he came back to life.
She felt the pain before she knew it was there, absurd, really, but she did. The pain steadily increasing as she came back to full consciousness. She felt broken bones mending and dislocated joints moving back to their places. She focused on the repaired parts, the ones that no longer held agony. She had had enough, but the pain would never overcome her. By the time she was capable of opening her eyes, she saw the man. Though not the way she had expected, on the ground, mostly dead. He stood above her, as if he was unfazed by her life, and she knew she lay as if unfazed by his. He helped her up, dusted her off, and pointed her in the right direction. She accepted, because she had no choice, and moved away from him, from the pain in his eyes, and she knew he knew the feeling.
"Claire." She said softly as he moved away from the cliff base. The man looked at her for a few seconds. Until she turned away.
"Jack" He said, just as softly, before turning away and leaving her in the growing dusk.
Well, tell me how it was, like it? Didn't? too bad.