Been watching Torchwood lately, recently finished series 3 and this was just something that came to me after noticing the similarities between Jack and Logan.
Timeline wise, this obvious takes place post Torchwood series three and for X-Men, it takes place after Last Stand.
This is not going to be a happy fic, given where this takes place, so be prepared.
Canada
Night
In a bar, Jack Harkness sat alone, nursing a scotch. It had been a month since the incident with the 456. A month since Ianto and Steven had died. A month since Alice had walked away from him, looking at him with such disgust and hate in her eyes. And Jack couldn't blame her.
Jack drowned the scotch in one gulp before putting it on the bar and gesturing for the bartender to refill it.
"You sure you want more pal? The way you're going, you might kill yourself," the bartender said and Jack smiled darkly.
"Trust me, that's not an issue. More," Jack ordered.
Reluctantly, the bartender refilled Jack's glass. As Jack moved to pick it up, a voice stopped him.
"Trying to forget something bub?"
Jack froze before looking over at his side. A familiar man sat a few spaces down from him, eying him curiously.
"Jimmy?" Jack asked in shock and the man raised an eyebrow.
"Name's Logan. We've met before?" Logan inquired and it took a moment for Jack to understand.
"You don't remember me?" Jack asked and Logan shook his head.
"Got in a scrap a few years back, forgot a lot of things and people," Logan said, eying Jack suspiciously.
He didn't look old enough to have known Logan before he lost his memory. But then again, Logan was hardly one to judge on that front.
Jack, on the other hand, was simply stunned to see Logan. He and Logan had crossed paths many years earlier, fighting together in the First World War. Logan should be an old man or dead by now, but yet he looked the same as he had the day they met.
"What are you?" Jack wondered out loud.
"What are you?" Logan shot back and Jack nodded, conceding his point.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Jack said as he took a drink of his scotch.
"Drinking to forget?" Logan inquired and Jack laughed humorlessly.
"Trust me, no amount of alcohol will let me forget what I've done, what I've lost," Jack said bitterly. "Tell me, you don't remember your life before?"
"Not a bit," Logan confirmed and Jack laughed bitterly.
"I envy you that. I have to live every day, knowing I am responsible for the death of everyone who was important to me," Jack said as he thought of Suzie, Owen, Tosh, Gray, Ianto and Steven. "You have no idea what that's like."
"I do a bit," Logan said and Jack looked at him incredulously. "I killed the woman I love."
"How do you go on?" Jack asked after a moment. "How do you go on knowing her blood is on your hands?"
"I ran. I ran here, as far from anything that reminded me of her as I could," Logan said bluntly. "I guess it's the same for you?"
"The world isn't big enough for me to outrun my guilt or grief," Jack said bitterly.
"So you're just waiting to die then?" Logan asked.
"I can't die," Jack said bluntly, seeing no point in hiding the truth.
"Me either," Logan admitted, finding something freeing in admitting that to Jack.
"I figured," Jack said, not surprised. "So, we're just two guys in a bar who can't die but don't want to live."
"Sounds like the beginning of a bad joke," Logan mused.
"Because it is. Just one big, cosmic joke," Jack said gruffly.
"So what's the punch line?" Logan wondered and Jack laughed.
"I'll tell you if I ever figure it out," Jack said before taking a drink. "So where do we go from here?"
"Like I know," Logan said with a shrug. "Men like us weren't meant to live this long, I reckon. We're God's mistakes."
"God has nothing to do with us," Jack said grimly.
"You're probably right," Logan agreed. "But either way, mutant, alien or God, we're not meant to be here."
"We don't deserve to be here. There are better men and woman who should be here in our place," Jack said gruffly.
"But they're not. And we have to find a way to live with that. If we can," Logan, not sure he could.
"And you think it's that easy," Jack scoffed. "The lives we've lost, the lives we've ended, and we just go on? If there is a Hell, you and I are both headed straight for it."
"Well, at least we'll have company," Logan mused and Jack let a sound between a snort and a laugh.
"Yeah, I guess there's that," Jack said, pulling out his wallet and putting down a few twenties. "See you then. Take care Logan."
"You never told me your name," Logan pointed out and Jack smiled tightly.
"You're right, I didn't," Jack said before he got to his feet.
Logan watched silently as Jack headed out of the bar. He wondered idly if he would ever see the mysterious man who claimed to be immortal again, but Logan doubted it. Men such as them usually didn't stick to one place for too long.