Title:
Fire
and Ashes
Summary: He
died, but death isn't always permanent. The Crow- Torchwood style. Jack/Ianto WARNING: Character Death
Disclaimer: Torchwood
belongs to Russell T Davies and the BBC. The Crow belongs to James
O'Barr. I'm making no money off this endeavor, though if anyone
wants to send me brownies, I'd greatly appreciate them.
A/N: Set anytime between episodes 1 and 4 of season 2 and then goes AU. I'm putting this out to test the waters and see how it is received. This story combines my favorite movie with one of my favorite TV
shows. Please review and let me know what you think.
People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right.
-Sarah (The Crow, 2004)
Prologue: When Legends Are True
One year. It had been still and silent for almost one year. One year since he and Shelley were murdered, since they were buried side-by-side.
The sudden intake of breath was shocking enough. The first thing he registered was darkness, and so he felt around. He was lying down, but he couldn't stretch his arms up. He was closely surrounded by satiny hardness.
He screamed. And he kept screaming. Then he managed to push the cover out of his way, and slowly, very slowly, he clawed his way out of his own grave. Crying and gasping in the mud as the rain poured down around him, he looked at the tuxedo that was supposed to be for his wedding. Turning back, his eyes fell on the headstone that belonged to the grave next to his eyes.
"Shelley…" he whispered, his throat thick and voice hoarse.
Then his eyes flickered to his own headstone. The wet marble simply read Eric Draven. He wasn't the first to be brought back by a crow to set the wrong things right. Nor would he be the last.