AN: Well, this is it. This is the last chapter I have prewritten for this challenge. I dared myself to write 10 for this fandom and 10 for Doctor Who, and I've done it. Thank you to everyone for reading this and reviewing-I've never had a more popular story, I'm glad you all enjoyed it. Would you all like more or should I stop now?
Song: Being Alive
Artist: John Barrowman
(During Day in the Death)
Owen landed in the water of the Bay with a gigantic splash, falling and falling down into the depths. He didn't bother pretending to hold the breath he no longer had. He let the water drag him down, desperately tried to let everything go. It made no difference. He was dead but he was still here. He would never physically feel anything again. What was the point of it all? Why him? He screamed out his frustration, his throat muscles instinctively choking on the water pouring into his mouth for an instant before relaxing at the lack of threat. This wasn't fair. No one could possibly understand. Jack knew what it was to die but he always came back. He would never truly come back. He would remain like this for as long as it took for him to completely die. It wasn't fair! All he wanted was to live, to feel someone hold him, to eat, to sleep, to snog somebody-anybody! All he wanted to do was live. And he never would again.
AN: Please review, was this any good?