Fanfic: "Endless Nights"
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knitchick1979Title: Endless Nights
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knitchick1979
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Rating: PG
Summary: Jack finds himself ready to give up.
Notes: Thanks tohuskyfriends for the quick beta and catching me in POV issues!
Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tw_lucky_7 challenge.
Jack raised bleary eyes to regard the computer screen with contempt. The Rift alert blared at him, unrelenting. He dragged his feet, taking his time to move over to the screen and read the display. Low level Rift alert in the outskirts of the industrial areas, and a quick check of CCTV showed it was just a Weevil arising from the sewers. Jack looked at his phone and debated if he was going to call the team. Ianto had left early, for him, to head to a family function. Gwen had left next, trying to get home for a normal dinner with Rhys, happily announcing that he was making Spag Bol that night. Tosh and Owen had left together an hour later, both offering to stay behind to help but Jack shooed them away, insisting it looked like a quiet night.
"So much for a quiet night," Jack muttered to himself. "Why do I even bother with these Weevil calls anyway?"
He mentally warred with himself and finally decided he needed a break from the Hub. Grabbing his coat, Jack headed out on to the Plass via the invisible lift to retrieve the SUV from where Owen had left it last.
Jack tucked the SUV in a dark corner near the run-down industrial buildings and stuffed his pockets full of the supplies he needed. Weevil spray, burlap bags for putting over its head, rope and handcuffs for tying it up, extra bullets for his Webley. Heading along the dimly lit railroad tracks, he checked the readings on his Vortex Manipulator to see where he was in relation to the Weevil.
A growl from over his shoulder caused Jack to spin around into the face of half a dozen Weevils. Before Jack could raise his gun, the Weevils surrounded him and tore into his flesh, nearly pulling his arm out of its socket and finally moving off into the night, leaving Jack halfway to death, laying beside the tracks.
Jack lay there, staring up at the starless night, wishing for death. A distant train horn sounded and Jack realized how close to the tracks he was lying. The Doctor had told him he was a fixed point in time and space, which was why he couldn't die. But did that apply to decapitation?
As the light from the train's headlight began to light up the tracks, Jack tried to drag himself closer to the metal rails, dragging his dislocated limbs behind. He lay his neck on the tracks and said a silent, mental goodbye to Ianto.
The light, and the horn, grew louder and louder. Jack closed his eyes, curious about what death by decapitation would be like, but not curious enough to watch. The horn sounded nearer and nearer and then...
Jack opened his eyes to see that the train was passing by on a second pair of tracks that he hadn't noticed before, nearly covered in weeds and grass. Jack groaned loudly, realizing he really was losing his edge if he couldn't even decapitate himself properly.
Jack had watched three heavy freight trains chug by on the second track. He was beginning to regain hope that he might finally die, seeing a light appear on his track, but the train had stopped a few hundred yards away and was sitting.
"I can't even kill myself, what use am I to the universe?" Jack muttered.
Just then he heard Ianto's voice calling out. "Jack? Jack!! Where are you Jack??"
Jack sighed, debating if he should answer. The question was answered for him when Ianto came scrambling down the incline toward the tracks.
"Jack, are you all right?" Ianto asked.
"Leave me be," Jack said, closing his eyes.
Ianto took in the scene, spotting the engine down the ways and the way Jack was laying.
"No. Come on, let me help you up," Ianto said. He tried grabbing Jack's arms and was rewarded with a painful scream as he tugged the arms, already dislocated, even further out of their sockets. "Oh, sorry." Ianto changed his tack and tried grabbing Jack's shoulders, trying to pull him up. Jack didn't lend him any help, laying like a dead weight on the ground.
"Go home, Ianto," Jack said. "Leave me be. Live your life."
"No, Jack, you're coming with me," Ianto insisted. He tried pulling again and tripped over Jack's feet. He landed hard on Jack and momentum carried them into a roll, rolling off the tracks and into the grass alongside just as the train finally began moving.
Jack gasped as he felt a large shard of glass embed itself into his heart through his back. "Thanks, I needed that," he whispered as he succumbed to death finally.
Author:
knitchick1979Characters: Jack, Ianto
Rating: PG
Summary: Jack finds himself ready to give up.
Notes: Thanks to
huskyfriends for the quick beta and catching me in POV issues!Written for the
tw_lucky_7 challenge.Jack raised bleary eyes to regard the computer screen with contempt. The Rift alert blared at him, unrelenting. He dragged his feet, taking his time to move over to the screen and read the display. Low level Rift alert in the outskirts of the industrial areas, and a quick check of CCTV showed it was just a Weevil arising from the sewers. Jack looked at his phone and debated if he was going to call the team. Ianto had left early, for him, to head to a family function. Gwen had left next, trying to get home for a normal dinner with Rhys, happily announcing that he was making Spag Bol that night. Tosh and Owen had left together an hour later, both offering to stay behind to help but Jack shooed them away, insisting it looked like a quiet night.
"So much for a quiet night," Jack muttered to himself. "Why do I even bother with these Weevil calls anyway?"
He mentally warred with himself and finally decided he needed a break from the Hub. Grabbing his coat, Jack headed out on to the Plass via the invisible lift to retrieve the SUV from where Owen had left it last.
Jack tucked the SUV in a dark corner near the run-down industrial buildings and stuffed his pockets full of the supplies he needed. Weevil spray, burlap bags for putting over its head, rope and handcuffs for tying it up, extra bullets for his Webley. Heading along the dimly lit railroad tracks, he checked the readings on his Vortex Manipulator to see where he was in relation to the Weevil.
A growl from over his shoulder caused Jack to spin around into the face of half a dozen Weevils. Before Jack could raise his gun, the Weevils surrounded him and tore into his flesh, nearly pulling his arm out of its socket and finally moving off into the night, leaving Jack halfway to death, laying beside the tracks.
Jack lay there, staring up at the starless night, wishing for death. A distant train horn sounded and Jack realized how close to the tracks he was lying. The Doctor had told him he was a fixed point in time and space, which was why he couldn't die. But did that apply to decapitation?
As the light from the train's headlight began to light up the tracks, Jack tried to drag himself closer to the metal rails, dragging his dislocated limbs behind. He lay his neck on the tracks and said a silent, mental goodbye to Ianto.
The light, and the horn, grew louder and louder. Jack closed his eyes, curious about what death by decapitation would be like, but not curious enough to watch. The horn sounded nearer and nearer and then...
Jack opened his eyes to see that the train was passing by on a second pair of tracks that he hadn't noticed before, nearly covered in weeds and grass. Jack groaned loudly, realizing he really was losing his edge if he couldn't even decapitate himself properly.
Jack had watched three heavy freight trains chug by on the second track. He was beginning to regain hope that he might finally die, seeing a light appear on his track, but the train had stopped a few hundred yards away and was sitting.
"I can't even kill myself, what use am I to the universe?" Jack muttered.
Just then he heard Ianto's voice calling out. "Jack? Jack!! Where are you Jack??"
Jack sighed, debating if he should answer. The question was answered for him when Ianto came scrambling down the incline toward the tracks.
"Jack, are you all right?" Ianto asked.
"Leave me be," Jack said, closing his eyes.
Ianto took in the scene, spotting the engine down the ways and the way Jack was laying.
"No. Come on, let me help you up," Ianto said. He tried grabbing Jack's arms and was rewarded with a painful scream as he tugged the arms, already dislocated, even further out of their sockets. "Oh, sorry." Ianto changed his tack and tried grabbing Jack's shoulders, trying to pull him up. Jack didn't lend him any help, laying like a dead weight on the ground.
"Go home, Ianto," Jack said. "Leave me be. Live your life."
"No, Jack, you're coming with me," Ianto insisted. He tried pulling again and tripped over Jack's feet. He landed hard on Jack and momentum carried them into a roll, rolling off the tracks and into the grass alongside just as the train finally began moving.
Jack gasped as he felt a large shard of glass embed itself into his heart through his back. "Thanks, I needed that," he whispered as he succumbed to death finally.
