Title: Like A Statue
Author: badly-knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 319 – Stationery/Stationary at tw100
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack stands silently on a rooftop after a tough day.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: My tenth (and most likely final) drabble for this challenge.
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Wanderer: Actually, I did read one once; it was highly inventive - one might even say innovative, bordering on the avant garde... Seriously, Jack can turn anything into a sex toy! It's an impressive talent!
Thank you!
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Guest: Thank you! I feel like shouting Woohoo! myself! Tomorrow, all being well, I'll be posting my 500th chapter to this collection, but this is actually my 500th posted drabble. My first drabble was posted as a separate work. I was hoping to get to Chapter 500 this year; now I'm wondering just how much higher I can go before January 1st 2015...
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Guest: Re. Family - Well, thank you, but I have no plans to go anywhere. It's doubtful I'll write Firefly again, but I'll still be writing Torchwood, FAKE and the occasional Doctor Who snippet. I have a lot of ideas that I'm either working on, thinking about, or trying to get around to posting. I plan on sticking around for as long as I'm capable of writing and posting fics.
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Jack stands so still on the rooftop he could be mistaken for a statue if not for the wind stirring his coat. Not that anyone would spot him up there, a slightly darker shadow against the night sky. Ianto can only see him because he knows Jack's there. He was there too just a short while ago.
He'd been trying to persuade Jack to come down, but the immortal had remained motionless and silent, staring at nothing. Failing to save someone always hit him hard.
Ianto wishes he could do something, anything, other than leave Jack to his lonely vigil.
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The End