Title: Reflections
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jack POV fic. Jack reflects on his time with the Doctor, Rose and the TARDIS.
Warning: slash and mild spoilers for most of Jack episodes, especially TPOW
Author's Note: This is a poem in the style of another one I did called 'Fine Line Between Love and Hate' but this is from Jack's pov. I tend to write these things as filler when the plot bunnies are hiding from me. Hope you enjoy it. Please R & R.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who.
ReflectionsI'd never met anyone like him.
I'd never had anyone like him.
I wanted to have him, keep him, share him,
Love him?
The Doctor was special.
He hated me at first.
He let me know,
In no uncertain terms,
That Rose was his.
I felt like an outsider.
But I always kept a smile on my face.
Yet he saw through my smile.
He allowed me to become part of the team.
I was on my best behaviour:
Flirting, Wanting, but only taking what was given.
I will always remember the night
He came to me,
Offered himself to me,
Showing how he trusted me.
Even if I didn't trust myself.
But I was still cautious.
He reassured me.
He said it was Rose' suggestion.
And she knew what the Doctor wanted,
Needed, better than he did.
The Doctor said we both needed it.
He was right.
That night was amazing.
The TARDIS felt like home after that.
A sister, a lover and a magnificent ship.
I was more than happy.
I was content.
I was willing to die for them.
Then my nightmare came:
We were separated.
Everybody died.
I died.
I was alive.
I ran to the TARDIS.
She was gone.
He had left me.
I'm all alone.
I used to thrive on being alone,
But he taught me how to love.
I need him
But he's gone.
Now there's nothing.