Oneshot based on a song I heard on Youtube. I thought it would work with my idea. I didn't use the whole song, I know.
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Don't give up... It's just the weight of the world...
The brilliant orange sun as it faded to a brilliant, nearly blinding red and fell behind the buildings of Cardiff. Torchwood. His new home. His team, they'd be waiting for him, with reports and scans, and questions. Questions about aliens, the world around him. Questions which answers that could either save or kill the world. That's what they did. They practically saved the world from extra-terrestrial manifestations every day, wars going on, yet no-one except them knew. Knew about the threats, the deaths, everything. Him the most. He'd fought in those wars, watched civilizations fall, watched Earth take it's first steps towards the stars. How tiny they were.
...When your heart's heavy.
All of them, every single human. And they had no idea. Not even Gwen, or Ianto, or Owen or Tosh knew the whole of it. There was only one now who really knew, who had watched planets burn and innocent humans be slaughtered, still hear their screams against the buzzing, shrill zaps of the Daleks. And he was gone.
I...I will lift it for you. Don't give up.
Doctor. Such a simple word, yet it meant so much. So many memories, laughs and teasing, the monsters and the chases, the stories he and the Doctor would tell Rose, the flitting smile on her face. That box...That crazy box. If only he could see him again. But he was gone, in that crazy box of his, he and his new companion. She was a good girl, that Martha. But she was no Rose. No-one could ever be Rose, except Rose. He was almost disgusted at how easily the Doctor picked up another companion, but at the same time, he knew why and was sympathetic.
Don't give up...Because you want to be heard...
He was lonely. The last Time-lord, the TRUE last of the Time-lords, was lonely. He needed someone by him, someone to talk to, someone to laugh with. But he himself couldn't be that one. He had ties here on Earth, he was the protector. That made him decline from the Doctor's offer, of coming with them, they could almost be the same again. With Martha, they could fly across the stars. But he had his team, HIS Torchwood. He couldn't leave them.
I...I will break it for you.
Everybody wants, to be understood. Well I can hear, you...
Everybody wants, to be loved... Don't give up.
Reminiscing, the man kept his hands in the pockets of his long, war-styled duster, blue eyes staring towards the setting sun. Atop the building, wind whipping at his face, he could be alone.
Because...
He didn't hear the stop foot-steps behind him, tapping softly against the concrete.
You…
He didn't hear the soft whipping of a long jacket, accompanying the footsteps.
Are…
He didn't hear the distinct the shoes made as they drew closer, nor the shuffling that reach him, a hand lifting from it's placed stuck in someone's pocket behind him. Still staring ahead, he was only brought out of his thoughts as a hand was felt on his right shoulder, a presence beside his own. Only then did he dare turn his head, meeting a soft, weary smile on the face of his companion. A smile that was matched by his own. The hand slowing slid off his shoulder, placed back into pin-striped pockets and a face turning to meet the sunset. Jack's smile stayed, after a time his own head turning towards the bright, setting sky.
…Loved.
Music: Josh Groban
Song Title: You Are Loved (Don't Give Up)