This is a story I have had in my head for a few weeks.
I know it's not in the story, but at the end of the story they are sat on Jack's bed. I just didn't know where to put it.
I thought about this when I watched episode 5. When his mum says, "Not my baby."
Summary: Jack reflects on his childhood after Exit Wounds. Jack/Gwen.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the BBC. I don't own anything.
I always had a fascination with planes when I was little. I always said that when I grow up, I would fly planes, I would go off and join the Air Force. I only ever told my family that.
My dad was the only person who believed in me. My mum thought it was stupid and that I would never get there.
My dad would come into my room at night, tell me stories about his family members in the Force and the stories he was told. He told me never to listen to what other people say, he told me that I could be anything I wanted to be. Whether it was an astronaut, a scientist, an actor or a shopkeeper. He always told me to be the best that I could be and to be who I want to be.
He always told me to believe in myself and that he will always support me with whatever it was that I wanted to do.
And he did.
He took me to see exhibitions and live shows. I loved every second of them.
When he died and we lost Gray, my mum got worse.
She needed someone to blame it all on, and she blamed me. She blamed me for my dad's death and for what happened to Gary. What happened to Gray was my fault so I didn't really care about her blaming me for that.
Over a few months, she got worse. Started to hurt me. I would go to be with bruises starting to form and I would wake up in pain. My teachers at school got worried. They kept trying to get me to tell them what was wrong? Why I suddenly changed from this happy 12 year old boy to a sad and depressed one?
When I heard about the Time Agency, I thought that things would get better for me if I joined so, I signed up as fast as I could. I thought it would show my mum that I can do something right and I could find Gray and bring him home.
But, she still thought I was pathetic. The abuse carried on. I started to go into school with a black eye or a sprained ankle, my teachers then realized what my mum was doing. They tried even harder to get me to talk about it and all I would say is, "I wish my dad was still alive."
I thought that if he was alive, then none of this would be happening.
Eventually I had enough and I ran away to the Time Agency, where I was looked after properly.
"Do you think, I'm messed up?" Jack asked, tears stinging his eyes.
Gwen wiped her own tears away and shook her head, "I that was me, I would've felt the same."
Jack nodded and smiled weakly.
Gwen wiped Jack's tears away from his eyes and lightly kissed his forehead.
She pulled away and gave him a small smile. She could see the tears coming back in his eyes. She pulled him into a hug and let him get it all out of his system, rubbing his back and never moving the hand she kept on the back of his head.
I had tears coming to my eyes while I was writing this. LOL.
So that's another story done. YAY.
Hope you all liked it! (Please let me know what you thought of it)
JennifuuryGirl
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