No Funeral

by McQuaid21

Jack Harkness, I don't own Doctor Who. Death, something coming for us all. People fear it, people try to avoid it. Dying isn't as bad as it's cracked up to be. Imagine if you were like me, dying at least once per year; dragged back into the world of the living. You don't want that, I honest to god know you don't want that. Oh the masks we wear.

Jack POV

Having your soul dragged back into the living, the gasp of air as you awaken alive. Most people would be blessed, thinking its a miracle their alive. No. It's no miracle, living forever; the final thing at the end of the universe.

Shot in the chest, dead. A normal man would pray it wasn't fatal. Pray to see their wife and children one more time. But I'm no normal man. I pray, even though there is no God there to hear me, to answer me. I beg for death because its the only thing I want. I can't handle being dragged from the grave, its not a way to live. Is this hell?

I gasp alive, shooting upright. The Doctor is kneeling next to me, giving me a strange look. Martha Jones comes to my side from across the Tardis.

"What took so long Jack, this time you had me worried!" I look over to the Doctor, I don't know how; but he knows what took so long. He knows how hard I fought to stay dead, how close I came to prevailing. I put on a straight face for Martha, or maybe it was for my benefit.

"I couldn't leave you beautiful." Martha snorts and walks away, the Doctor gives me a look of empathy and gets up. He walks over to the controls and starts setting us course for the next adventure; like nothing happened. I guess my death is an average occurrence now, its something normal; happens to everyone!

"Well don't take so long next time, you would have been helpful." He says that aloud, for Martha's sake. The look he gives me tells me he doesn't want me to die, they need me. I guess he's lucky, his wish will come true; I can't die.

I get up off the floor, normal occurrence. The next time I die, it will be so much harder to get up. This is torture, this is my life. No funeral for me, what will become of me?

The life of Captain Jack Harkness.

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