A/N – The past year has been… well… yeah…
I have had so much trouble getting anything written. I have a bunch of ideas, even some outlines, but can't get the urge to actually write. Then this came to me this morning.
Witness
Jack felt his legs buckle beneath him, the strength flowing out of his body. He hadn't seen the second weevil as it came up behind him. He lay on the cold damp concrete in the alley feeling the remnants of the evening's rain begin to soak through his clothing. The cold on his back contrasting sharply with the warm blood spreading across his chest.
He found himself wishing he could call the team… call Ianto. The weevil had slashed his throat and not even a whisper was possible. He knew Ianto hated seeing him die but dying along was close to unbearable. Going into the darkness without someone to hold his hand or even watch the light leave his eyes was horrifying.
As he fought to keep breathing, he saw movement at the end of the alleyway. His slowly failing heart leapt…. Ianto. But it wasn't. He could see two figures in the shadows… just standing there. They weren't weevils – they stood too regally. Certainly, weren't human either. Jack could feel a sense of calmness emanating from the figures. He could still feel the darkness pulling him, but he no longer felt alone.
The two figures moved closer. Jack could see their embellished robes shine in the dim light of the alley. The calm and peace coming from the figures washed over him as the darkness finally claimed him.
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Ianto skidded around the corner and saw Jack's prone body lying in the damp alley. The young man splashed through the puddles and fell to his knees next to the captain. Jack's body was wet from blood and the rain-soaked ground. The cold skin told the Welshman that he was too late. Despite the fact that he loathed every time Jack died, Ianto tried to be with the captain. He knew Jack hated dying alone. Sitting on the pavement, he pulled the captain's body into his lap. He could see the neck would staring to stich itself back together and knew Jack would be back soon. He wasn't hear when Jack died, but he would be here to welcome him back.
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Ianto and Jack stood just inside the entrance to the alley. The street was quite busy and Jack was trying to hide as much of the blood as he could so they could get back to the SUV.
"Sorry, I wasn't here when it happened." Ianto said, hands in his trouser pockets and staring at the ground.
Jack thought for a moment. "It's strange. I felt like I wasn't alone… I don't know if it was some kind of hallucination or what, but there was someone, or something there with me. It was…" he paused as if trying to find the right word. "… peaceful."
Ianto looked up and met the captain's eyes and smiled. "I'm glad… whatever it was… you weren't alone."
They stood in silence gazing into each other's eyes before Jack grinned, breaking the moment.
"Ready?" He asked, pulling his greatcoat around himself. "Work to do." He added with a wink before stepping out into the crowd.
End.
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Note… I really liked the idea of the Thijarians from Doctor Who "Demons of the Punjab" It just hit me that they'd be good with Jack. *shrugs*