The Stone Mask
Disclaimer- Don't own Torchwood…. You should know this by know
Happens when Jack left with the Doctor.
The mask. It's never been so forced before. I walk into Torchwood, like a zombie. The numbness has taken over. There is no reason to be happy anymore. Not with Jack gone. Jack just left. No warning. No note. Just a surprise. A terrible surprise. A nightmare that you can't ever wake up from. I thought Jack loved me. Loved me more than to leave in the middle of the night without saying a word. But Owen was right. I was just a convenient shag. It was nothing more. But I'll continue to wear the mask. The mask made up of stone. The mask that molds my mouth into a smile, when all I want to do is frown. The mask that blocks off all my sob's and tears. I need to wear the mask because I know exactly where Jack is. He is off on some alien planet, 100 years in the future, and he doesn't even remember us. Because Torchwood was just a blip in time for Jack. And so was I.
A/N- I have five fan fictions to write and a writer's block… So I wrote this hoping for some inspiration! And for bored-ness relief :D Hope my short little story entertained you. BYE-BYE