He was hurt. He always hurt, but this was a different kind of hurt. This was an on-the-verge-of-death-and-welcoming-it kind of hurt. His senses didn't work. He couldn't hear, smell or taste anything. He was almost blind and dead when he saw a figure standing over him. A man, he thought. The man looked down at him sadly, but he couldn't really tell. He'd already drifted off too far to even decide anything for himself.
The next thing he knew was a faint sound of an unusual bell and his body shocking back to life. He sat up abruptly, taking in sharp breaths of air and surveying his surroundings. Trees, grass, slabs of stones –tombstones.
He was in a cemetery.
So… How exactly did he get here again?
He noticed that he held something. An envelope. He was pretty sure he didn't have that when he died. Inside was a key he'd lost at least nine hundred years ago. "All aboard if you still hurt," was scrawled on the envelope where the addressee should have been written.
Twine was still attached to the key with a black bit fused onto it. His good old key.
A cemetery was it? He was in a cemetery?
He hadn't noticed it before, but he'd been leaning on a tombstone. He could only guess whose.
Slowly turning his head, he saw the name etched carefully on the stone and an epitaph that followed. Tears welled up in his eyes as he stood up and took out a small laser. He added his own inscribing. After all, he owed it to him after a millennium of running.
As he walked away, there, freshly carved into the stone, was, "My cariad, even after 1000 years."
And so starts the reconstruction of his soul.
Likey? More to come, but probably slow...
School's starting up again. Ugh-
Anyway, this is in the real Torchwood/DocWho universe. None of my AUs and all that.
Stick around!