Title: Bang, Bang

Author: David Frickin' Tennant

Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, or Jack, or anyone involved. That's RTD's gig.

Rating: M.

Summary: What does the man who can't die live for when he's lost everything?

Note: Deals with suicide.


Bang. Gasp.

Bang. Gasp.

Bang. Gasp.

And so the process went. Jack took that gun and emptied the rounds into his head, one after another, hoping that each time was the last.

It never was.

He felt the shot rip through his brain and exit his skull. He saw black. He felt everything stop.

And then he woke up with a start, alone. He looked around, letting out a cry of sheer despair as he saw his blood on the walls. An empty cartridge of ammunition laid at his side, a loaded one at the other. He pulled the empty magazine out of the gun and put it aside.

One for Owen.

One for Tosh.

He loaded the last one with shaking hands.

One for Ianto.

Bang.