NOTE: I did not write this. I am just putting this out there for all of you guys to view because not many have seen or heard it. all rights go to writers.
Torchwood Deadline
They say you're supposed to talk to people when they're in a coma. Don't they? I have absolutely no idea whether you can hear me, Jack. I've never heard of someone coming out one and carrying on the conversation. So I suspect it's probably something the doctors tell us to do, to make us feel better, rather than to help you. We don't feel quite so useless and helpless. We get the feeling there's still some sort of purpose in our lives. We're not just waiting, waiting for the signs to work or the miracle to happen or the nightmare to end.
I'm not much of a talker, Jack. You know that but I'll talk to you now in the off chance that it helps. Just promise me if you're hearing this that when you come round, and you're going to jack, you're going to come out of this, just promise me you'll never bring up anything I say to you now. How's that, we got a deal? This must be the longest I've ever looked at you and not seen you smile.
I've watched you in your sleep, did you know that? So many times, just woken up beside you in the middle of the night and watched you. Watched your eyes moving behind your eye lids, I've tried to image what a man like you could possibly dream about. The things you've seen, the lives you've lived, the people you've loved. I wondered if you were dreaming about me, I hoped you were dreaming about me; but let's be honest, Jack. I'm nothing more than a blip in time for you.
Every day I grow a little older, but you're immortal you've already lived a thousand lifetimes. How could you watch me grow old and die? How can I watch you live and never age a day. I suppose we both know that will never be a problem, not in this job. Nobody in torchwood lives to draw their pension, do they? Even if I survive to see my hair turn grey, or god forbid fall out.
I don't kid myself that you'd still be around to see it. One day you'll go again, just like you did before and this time you won't be back. Maybe that's what you're dreaming about those nights when I watch you sleeping. Maybe that's why even when you sleep I see you smile, but you haven't gone yet, Jack. I know that. I know you're coming back to me.
