Authors note: No one has read over this, so sorry for any mistakes. I know it seems weird to do a story about Jack leaving after the second season but it hasn't started to air yet in Australia, so I need something to keep me going. It may not be anything like what happened but I haven't read any spoilers, so I don't know what happens.
Please R & R
Written: 12-05-08, first 50 words or so were for my English work at school.
I can't believe he left us, left me. He just went off like that, not even worthy of a note, but I'll be here when he comes back. Waiting, waiting for the rest of my life if need be. Waiting for the day when he walks through the clog door with his big famous smile on his face, I'll be ready to take his coat and hand him his freshly made coffee.
I'll wear my perfect mask, I wont ask questions, I wont get mad, I'll stay cool, calm and collected. I wont even cry … well not until I'm at home, curled up on my side in my bed, wrapped in his shirt. Until that day, I'll do my job and hide my depression behind a emotionless mask.
I replace the mug of coffee that has grown cold since the morning with a fresh hot mug, just like I do every night and silently walk out of his office; switching off the light on my way. I make my way over to Owen's desk and pick my jacket up off his chair.
I hear the clog door start to open, unusual at this time since everyone has gone home, I turn 'round. It's like it happens in slow motion, as I turn I can see him, standing there in all his glory, looking just the same as the day he left. I know I said I wouldn't but I couldn't help it, a single tear feel as I dropped to the ground. Once I was on the floor in the middle of the hub body wrenching sobs racked through my body, I then felt two strong arms wrap around my shoulders as I cried.
I woke up, shaking and covered in cold sweat. Looking around franticly, the same as I did every night. And just like every night, I can't see what I'm looking for. I glance at the clock, with it's harsh red it read 2.57am. Too early to go to work, I have to wait for another few hours. I sigh and roll over onto my back and wipe away my silently flowing tears. I feel around me looking for the piece of clothing that I stole from the hub with out anyone knowing. My fingers brush over the soft cotton and I grasp at it and bring it to my face.
I inhale deeply and roll over onto my side, away from the fierce red glow of my clock. I lay my head on the shirt and smell the scent as I close my eye's to try and imagine the man that the shirt belonged too. Only it's not as good as the real thing. I'm just going to have to wait for the real thing to come back and he will … one day.
I let a small smile form on my face as I remember some of the things that we had done in this bed. As I remember I slowly drift back off to sleep, with tears still running freely. I cried myself to sleep … just like every night for the past 5 weeks, since he left.