A/N: Wanna blame anyone, blame Shawn not me! Twas him who said he'd like to see Jack dead around about now...
Guilt Ridden
Jack stood on the roof, as high up as she got. He remembered the last time he was on this roof, it had been just after him and Ianto had been talking about going on a date. He smiled ever so slightly as he thought about that, but the smile faded instantly, and once again he felt like crying. He didn't cry though, he just kept on thinking. When he was last on this roof he had just come back after leaving them for the Doctor. John had set off a whole chain off events. Everything that happened since Jack was last on this roof was playing on his mind. Tosh. Owen. Ianto. Steven. All of them dead because of him, because of his mistakes. Because he had tried to do the right thing and it always turned out wrong. Because the past never left. Alice's life had been completely destroyed because of him.
So many times since the 456, Jack wished he could just take it all back. He wished he could save Ianto. Save Steven. Stop Alice from hating him, like he hated himself. He wished he could change it, change it all, but he knew only too well from working for the Time Agency and travelling with the Doctor, that no one could ever change their own time line without serious consequences. He had to leave it.
Knowing he couldn't change it gave Jack another wish. He wished he could just end everything. It hurt him just a little bit more every time he died and was pulled back. He had nothing to come back for now, before Torchwood had brought him back, knowing Alice and Steven were there brought him back. Everyone had made it a bit less painful, but now there was no one. Coming back was hell for him, the cuts may heal but the pain never went away.
He stood on the edge. And jumped.
