"Hello?" He asked hesitantly.

"Hello. Is this Captain Jack Harkness?"

"Speaking."

"Well, I'm afraid we have some bad news concerning your brother, Gray."

"Gray? I'm coming. What hospital?" The man on the phone told Jack the address and Jack hurried off. Anyone but Gray. He burst through the door and rushed to the secretary's desk. The man looked up.

"Ahh, you must be Captain Jack Harkness. He's in room 221B." Jack politely thanked the man and rushed towards Gray's room. He looked frantically through the glass panel. There lay Gray deathly pale and still as doctors worked around him.

"What happened?" Jack asked on of the nurses.

"Hit and run." She replied looking at him with pity and sympathy. He turned away quickly not wanting to see her pity shining in her eyes. The clock went by first by seconds then by minutes. Not long after, hours. He realized it was 5:30 and he never canceled that date. Oops. Oh well, Gray is more important. He peered into the glass window trying to catch a glimpse of Gray. Instead what he saw was doctors frantically running around Gray and performing every task to jump start Gray's heart. Jack's eyes widened as he saw this go on for 30 more seconds, still no response. The doctors gave up and the time of death was 7:13. Jack just stared numbly at the limp body as the Doctor told him Gray was gone, dead.

"Can I see him?"

"You only live once, so make your life worth something Jack." The Doctor said.

Jack gave himself a mental shake and asked, "Can I see him?"

"I don't know, can you?"

May I see him?" Jack asked, his teeth.

"Of course." The Doctor granted Jack access. The nurses and doctors looked at Gray sadly before clearing their expressions and getting on with their work. Jack's face held tears as he gave Gray a final hug and vanished out the door. He got a beep signifying he had a text. He clicked it to open. It read

Dinner tomorrow by the pier. That Italian place. Let's say 5:30? -Tosh

Jack's thumbs hesitated before he replied.

Sounds good. See you then. -Jack

Perfect. I have friend that will be there too. Sorry. He had a bad day today. -Tosh

It's fine. -Jack

Great! See you then. -Tosh

Jack smiled. A bit of normal was perfectly fine. He hurried home as night was upon him.

The next day approached and Jack thought that yesterday was just a nightmare. He sat up quickly. It wasn't. He felt tears stream down his face. He got up and chose his clothes to wear to the dinner. He fell quickly back into his bed, wanting to catch up on sleep and forget yesterday even if it was for a few hours. When he woke up it was 3:57. Whoa, he overslept. He dressed in a flash, and went downstairs to eat. He brushed his teeth and by the time he was done, it was 4:23. Time to kill. He flipped on the Tally mindlessly as he thought about the good times he had had with Gray.

Flashback

"Jackie!" Gray threw himself into Jack's arms. "Ian taught me how to play catch!" Gray babbled excitedly. Jack laughed at Gray's enthusiasm.

"That's great Gray!"

"Can we play? Now?" Gray asked with pleading eyes. Jack smiled and then nodded. Gray grabbed a ball and then rushed outside to the sand. Jack yelled, "Let me change my clothes."

"Hurry!" Jack chuckled and he fled to his room and then changed with rapid speed. He sped outside to join Gray on the sand. They played for hours on end.

"Hey Gray. How was school?" Jack asked Gray when he walked through the door.

"Boring." Gray said with a yawn. "Some of the girls were cute." Jack laughed as he set down his book bag to wrap Gray up in a bear hug.

"Stop it." Gray squirmed but laughed at the same time. They wrestled on the floor before dinner was ready. Their mom called, "Dinner boys!" They raced each other to the kitchen. Jack let Gray win. He stared at Gray lovingly before he settled down to eat dinner.

"Stop that." Gray whispered as he squirmed in his seat. "Dad, after dinner can we go outside and play soccer?"

Their dad nodded. A very loud noise erupted from Gray's mouth, "YES! THANKS!"

Jack grinned like an idiot.

End

All of a sudden it was 5:17. He decided being a little early wouldn't harm anyone. He sat in his car and turned on the engine. He slowly backed out of the driveway and was on his way. He hit two red lights and the rest were green. Good luck he wished himself.