Title: Left Behind
Character: Captain Jack
Rating: PG
Warnings: introspection
Summary: Jack's train of thought after the Doctor had left him in the Game Station
Spoilers: Of course! Even in the summary.
Disclaimer: Still not making money out of this. Characters still belong to RTD & the BBC as far as I know.
Beta: Jooles34
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They had gone, leaving him behind.
He had seen the Tardis vanishing out in the vortex right before his very eyes, and Jack still couldn't bring his mind to acknowledge it.
He was on his own, alone in the huge game station orbiting around Earth; Earth now surely destroyed by Daleks.
He was standing alone among dust and corpses. He was the last living human and as far as he knew he was probably, the last living being in this star base and even in the solar system.
He was centuries from home, in time as much as speed.
Abandoned in the middle of nowhere surrounded by the corpses of those he had led into the fight. What did he have done to earn that?
Not one single moment he had thought about stepping back, even though he knew perfectly well it was a lost battle against an invincible enemy.
Like any good soldier he was prepared to give his life to gain his side some precious minutes, and had lead his team in the front line.
Not that he would take it back. No, not a minute, not even a second of these last six months.
He was sitting down where the Tardis had been standing not so long ago. The large control room around him was still beeping like nothing had happened.
In fact, thinking about it, what had happened?
He had fallen, fallen under Dalek fire. So, was he dead? Of course, he was. Or the Doctor wouldn't have left him behind, right? He was just some stupid ghost weeping over his lost life.
So how could he taste the salt of his tears? Why was his throat hurting this badly as he was fighting against sobs? Could ghosts cry?
Alone in his misery he let go; crying out in despair until he was torn of any more tears. It wasn't as though anyone could hear him, or would care.
He stayed sitting there without eating or drinking, waiting for Death to come and take him.
He waited for Death. He waited. But even Death didn't want him.
So he fought back the pain; got up onto his feet and did what the Doctor would be willing him to. Like the good soldier he was, he took care of the corpses of those who had died by his side. Then he took care of the others, those who didn't want to face reality. He incinerated them all.
Then he took care of himself, having a shower, looking for food. He was not going to die starving. He could spend the rest of his life here without starving.
But he was not going to stay there. No way. He still had his vortex manipulator. Though, just his luck it was broken. But here he was in a station far ahead of his own time. He should be able to find the component he needed to repair it. Even if he had to dismantle the station into pieces. Even if he'd spent the rest of his life doing it.
Anyway, it's not as if he has anything else to do, right?
He was going to repair his manipulator. Then he would go back to twenty-first century, Cardiff. Wait for the Doctor. And everything would be alright.
End.