Title: Torchwood until death parts us
Author: crusaderat2002 co writter devilburns
e-mail: "mail slash Jack/Ianto
Rating: 18 mature content euthanasia and character death
Summery: When some one you love dearly is critically ill, what would u do to make the passing over easier? This is the story of Someone's untimely death.
Prologue
The night was inky and little silver pinprick stars could be seen just in the dark, the street lights created an orange hue on the wet streets, in a small house on the right of a street, a figure moved threw the room at the front of the house, their movements slow and measured, the figure ran their hands across a shelf, the dust catching the light from the small lamp that was near the door, the shape moved to an old worn chair and sat down, after a few moments another light flicked on next to them casting shadows over the gaunt face, a slim hand reached out to pick up a leather bound book, bringing it to their lap. After messing with the pages it was open on a blank one, the person started to write.
Life, Life is something that's very important to everyone, but why doesn't anyone realise that until its too late, or it gets threatened. Everything that people ignored while they where too busy living their lives suddenly become so important when that life is slipping away like the sand that is grasped in you clenched fist.
The small things that never stood out to me are now standing out like neon signs and I want the time to sit, watching them for as long as I can, but I don't think I have the time. The one thing that stands out to me tonight is the stars, the gas balls above us that can stand for so many things.
Stars can been seen as souls, everyone becomes a star once they pass on, but it must be awfully high up there, I don't think I would like that. I much prefer the idea of them being peoples dreams and hopes, that everything people have dreamt about or hoped for all clasped together, I like the idea that with one knock all those dreams and hopes could become true.
I should say something about myself but I don't really want to, if you're going to read this I'm hoping its someone that knows me, that knows who I was, and not what I have or have become.
I want to be remembered for all the good I did in my life, even if it was just to raise a smile on someone's face or saving the world because someone or something attacked, I want to be remembered for me! Not for being this illness, for being a skeleton. A burden.
Yes I see myself as a burden to my loved ones, I have no family left but my friends, and my lover, I am a burden to them, I can see it when I think I'm not looking the pity and tiredness that hides behind there eyes. Eyes that's another thing I am going to miss, like when you go blind you miss seeing, I'm going to miss seeing them I think, seeing the cheeky smiles or the shy looks. Eyes the windows to peoples souls, you should take more care of them the slight pain should make you run to the nearest hospital because it could be a warning. There you go my lasting advice, don't be scared to get something looked at because you might save yourself and your loved one the heartache.
And now I'm at a loss, I don't know what to write in this, it might never get read, might just be locked up in one of our vaults, a holding cell for my earth possessions, never thought I could be this deep, I'm seeing a new side, maybe I should write a poem but I know I'll just get stuck, staring at the page for hours.
Actually I think its about time I wrote my last goodbyes, as He'll be coming soon to take me to another country to try and help me, but I don't think its going to help. I can't tell him that though as its all the hope he has, and I don't want to break that for him. He's been my tower over the last few months, but even he can't stop the tide of this.
I love him and I'm saying my good-byes to him in person, though he wont take them, saying that there is no full good byes. He's a wonderful character and holds me together, I hope that he doesn't fall apart without me.Another figure entered the room and smiled at the other occupant.
" time to go" the rich accented voice broke the silence that surrounded the house, before the owner moved to take the book of the smaller person. Tiredly the smaller person rose from their chair, holding onto the other shadow to get their balance, before they headed to the hall. The lights where turned off as both left the house into a dark car, heading off into the night.
