Title: The Life and Death of Captain Jack Harkness
Author: Pooky1234
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: None
Characters: Captain Jack Harkness
Rating: PG - 14
Spoilers: Captain Jack Harkness
Warnings: Character Death
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters as they belong to Russell T Davies and the BBC but I do get to play with them.
Notes: I was planning to do the drabble challenge for TW100 on title changes using the above but it got too big so this is the result. Once again we're in angst country.
The Life and Death of Captain Jack Harkness
He knew they'd be waiting for him just as he knew that he wouldn't. It had started with a look; oh those blue eyes that were as deep as pools. He wanted to swim in them, to bathe in them, to wash the dirt and scum of this war off his body, as he felt the blue swirl around him. Then they'd touched, not much but enough to know what they both wanted to do, to understand what was going on here. Why didn't he find somewhere they could be alone, to do more, to explore each other? He knew he was afraid but the other man seemed reluctant, pushing him back towards his girlfriend, so they'd only shared a few stolen moments.
He had no idea what had possessed him, what had made him dance? He'd never danced with a man before. How could he and why would he? Something compelled him; something made him cross that floor and take that hand in the face of all that opposition, all that inability to understand. And then they'd kissed as the world around them stood still. It had been the most perfect moment in his life. He felt like he was drowning but death wasn't the end. The end came all to suddenly as he watched the vision disappear to who knew where, gone as swiftly and mysteriously as he'd arrived, but having turned his life, his very existence upside down and left it in ruins, lying around him.
After he'd gone there'd been first silence and then a wave of conversation that threatened to overwhelm him until he had to run, to get away. He'd gone back to the base, grateful that he was an officer able to shut his door, but no sleep had come to relieve him of his terror so he'd made a plan that had brought him here.
The next morning as he got into his beloved spitfire he saw them arrive; he knew what it meant, dishonour, dismissal, prison. He took off to do his job and take on the Germans. In a strange way he was safe up here above the clouds but he knew he'd never go back, couldn't go back. They were waiting to take on the bombers as they came over the Channel to destroy more of London. He signalled to his men to dive through the clouds and destroy the enemy. They followed with out question; loyal to the last. He led them down through the clouds. He shot down one, two, three enemy planes. He saved his own men; they did their job. They were heading back for home when he saw the plane on his tail. He made his decision. Captain Jack Harkness took his hands off the controls as the Messerschmit lined up behind him and welcomed death.