A/N – I usually wake up with some random song stuck in my head. I know... weird. Well, this story came to me while I was brushing my teeth this morning. I was going back and forth as to where to place it… decided on after Something Borrowed. This isn't really a songfic… just inspired by.
Another Suitcase, Another Hall
They had managed to pull off Gwen's wedding. Definitely not without a hitch, though. The others had all gone home or wherever…
Jack stepped through the cog door and listened to it clank shut behind him. On his way up to his office, he opened the skylight to let Myfanwy out for the night. Poor girl had been cooped up for several days. He continued up to his office and hung up his coat on the rack (Ianto would be proud) before flopping into his chair.
He just sat staring out at the empty Hub for quite a while thinking about the past day. Weddings were somewhat alien to him (no pun intended). Not because of any kind of 51st century social customs, or lack thereof. But because of what he was… Relationships… weddings… weren't in the cards for him. To give so much of himself to someone only to watch them (hopefully) grow old and die was too much. He'd tried it, but it had always turned out badly.
He leaned over his desk and took the crystal decanter and poured himself a glass. If he was going to brood, might as well do it right. He opened one of his desk drawers and took out a tin box, rusted slightly at the corners and edges. Taking a sip of the brandy, he lifted the lid.
Jack pulled out the small pile of photos. A century of loss. Time and time again, he always told himself he didn't care. It was all just fun. He put on the famous Captain Jack smile and tried to hard to harden his heart. Enjoy the moment… no need to remember the names and faces. A thousand years… a million years from now these faces… these names would just be a blip in time for him.
Except… they wouldn't.
He held the photo of his wedding day. 1911. Almost a century and he remembered her like it was yesterday.
Estelle. She had wanted more. He had so wished he could give it to her.
Lucia. Alice. Stephen. How many more?
He finished his glass and set it back on the desk. Replacing the photos in the box he returned it to his desk drawer. This wasn't helping. He stood and took his coat from the rack, putting it on as he exited the hub.
The night was cool, and the breeze was refreshing. He walked across the Plas gazing at the stars. Someday he'd be back among them. But tonight, he was here… on this planet… in this city.
Make the most of now… came a whisper from the past.
A short time later Jack found himself standing on the terrace of a familiar building, his hair fluttering in the wind. He turned when the door of the flat opened, the light from inside piercing the darkness.
"Took you long enough." Came the tired Welsh accented voice.
End
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