Buried
Captain Jack Harkness had died many torturous deaths. Some more painful than others, but this time, the pain was different. And it hurt, long before death approached, for Jack was being buried alive; by his own brother. And that hurt. The pain was so intense his breath hitched in his throat and that was long before death approached.
John Hart- his sometime lover and partner, started to shovel dirt onto his face and Jack made no comment when John threw his ring into the pit, but he gripped it tightly between his battered fingers. What could he say? 'Nice knowin' ya. See you in 2000 years- maybe'? No he would remain silent throughout this torture. He would survive this- Like he always did.
The dirt splattered on Jack's face, some of it landing in his clear blue eyes. They started to water, the tears making tracks through the dirt on Jack's face, and trickling into his ear. It was an unpleasant experience. Jack wanted it to stop, but he felt that he deserved this; at least in part, for letting go of Gray's hand. God he regretted that moment. And it would continue to haunt him, like it had done all his life. Forever.
As Jack was buried deeper into the ground, the pressure on his chest increased. The weight of the pungent soil increasing gradually, until his entire body was covered in a layer of soil. Jack suppressed a shudder and instead concentrated on trying to breathe, resisting the urge to panic which rose from the pit of his stomach. He had to be strong- For his team, his country- for the world. He had to survive, if only to protect them all from Gray's volatile nature. Jack felt personally responsible for Gray.
He tried not to think about how he would get back to the twenty first century without disrupting the time line- tried not to think of anything. He could not bare to live through it all again, and it would be far too dangerous to stay in Cardiff- his home, the chance of meeting himself was dangerously high. Especially since there was already at least two of him running around in 1941!
As his last breath escaped him Jack could no longer hold back the panic and it overwhelmed him. He could do nothing but scream. Whether or not he was heard above the increasing mound of soil he did not know; but neither did he particularly care.
Jack was stopped from further thought by an all engulfing and very welcoming darkness as he choked, suffocating on his last gasp of thick soil.
Slightly morbid I know but I was bored! I wrote this in like, half an hour, if that, while waiting for my brother to get off the computer! Now that I've the computer to myself... I have just typed this up. Let me know what you think- if it's any good. I'm also curious, so far all my stories are going un-beta'd- or rather, I am doing it all myself, and I want to know if I am doing a good job? Let me know! ;)
There will be a 'sort-of-sequel' to this up soon, so keep an eye out for it- unfortunately, it will probably be untitled for a while, until I can think of one- so as soon as it's up, review and give me some ideas!
Thanks for reading folks!