The Torchwood Drabble Files

by badly-knitted

A collection of Torchwood drabbles that continues to grow. Thanks to everyone who's making this possible. You're greatly appreciated, so I'm reinstating an old game - the writer of every 100th review gets to request a drabble/ficlet of their choice. Still using a T rating to cover anything I might write, just to be safe.

269. Unbearable?

Title: Unbearable?

Author: badly-knitted

Characters: Jack

Rating: G

Spoilers: Nada.

Summary: Jack ponders on love and immortality.

Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, or the characters.

A/N: For neverminetohold's prompt: Jack (Ianto optional): the unbearable lightness of being. It turned into a double drabble!

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I love Janto: Jack never learns!

I think Jack will have to change the sheets by himself and will be on Decaf for the next week while doing ALL his paperwork himself. Next time he'll eat his snack elsewhere before going to bed, lol! Thank you!

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Guest: To be fair to Ianto, he was exhausted and just wanted to sleep, and crumbs in bed makes it feel like you're lying on boulders, which is bad for both sleeping and more energetic activities. Having Jack in his bed is a regular occurrence now and the novelty has worn off, so contrary to popular belief, they do sometimes go to bed to sleep, lol! Jack needs to learn better manners in bed - don't leave crumbs or he'll have a cranky Ianto to deal with! Thank you!

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As a child, Jack believed being immortal would be wonderful, but now he knew better: It was a curse he would never escape. Even death provided only a brief respite.

He was condemned to live forever, watching everything change while he stayed the same.

Worse, he would inevitably outlive everyone he loved, watching them age and die, leaving him behind.

Hard as he tried to keep people at arm's length, it never worked. Someone always managed to sneak past his defences into his heart, making him care.

Just how many times could a heart break before it shattered beyond repair?

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OoOoOoOoO

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But what was the point of life without love?

It didn't bear thinking about.

A hollow, empty, existence devoid of companionship and that precious, unique connection to another living being would be even worse torture than loving and losing.

Although it was his greatest source of grief and pain, love was also the only thing that made immortality bearable.

Having someone to share experiences with meant making memories to sustain him after they were gone.

Despite the agony of loss, Jack couldn't ever regret loving. He would carry his memories of each and every loved one with him, throughout eternity.

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The End