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tamingthemuseTitle: A Curse or Two Worthy of Throwing
Fandom: Torchwood/Sandman
Prompt: Bastard
Warnings: Swearing, spoilers for COE
Rating: PG
Summary: Jack goes to talk to an Death about a certain death.
Jack took another drag off his cigarette. Smoking was a dirty habit that had no good side affects besides death. He closed his lips around the tip again and then breathed in the smoke. It did take the edge off a little, just a little. Enough to make him stop shaking about what he was about to do. He glanced over at the tub full of water. Watched for a second as it splashed the side. When he went inside of it the water would surely rise and spill over, getting the floor wet and getting the attention of the neighbors someday.
He put out the cigarette and got into the tub. As expected the water splashed over and made a great mess on the floor. He left the water running for a second longer and then turned it off. He didn’t want to be found too quickly.
Jack wanted to talk to someone. He had a bone to pick with her, a curse or two worthy of throwing. It might help ease his internal agony, but it’d help.
Without taking a breath Jack dropped his head down to the bottom. He laid flat staring up at the disfigured view of the world. He felt the panic start to rise, his bodies natural desire to live. He kept himself still and turned his head to the side. He felt the pulling, the deep yank that came every time. His lungs instinctively took a breath and water filled his longs.
Dying with his eyes open, Jack waited. The darkness crept in around in and then there was humming.
“Suicide Jack,” said a soft feminine voice to his right, “Haven’t you tried that before and failed?”
“I wasn’t trying to die for good, I wanted to tell you something,” Jack said his lips snarling and his hair still wet around his head, “That you’re a mother fucking bastard.”
“Well isn’t that some way to say high to a friend you haven’t seen a while,” Death said sitting on a small chair that had formed beside her. Jack stood up slowly and found himself drying. He sat down in a newly formed chair across from her and stared.
“He wasn’t even thirty,” Jack snarled.
“I knew it’d be about that,” Death said and sighed, “I can’t do anything Jack. Death happens. I am and I always will be. Nothing has ever changed this cycle. Even your time will come.”
“You couldn’t leave me alone for five years. Is that too fucking much to ask? God damnit,” Jack said swinging his arm and hitting a padded wall that had formed and deformed as fast as his swing.
“My friend, I could demand the same of you. You defy me in a way few every have. We had to make a whole another book of rules just because of you. We’ve called it the Curse of Rose. You make a mockery of my name and yet I don’t complain. I won’t. It doesn’t matter, not really,” she said with a shrug, “And what happens to you. You’ll forget, you’ll forgive, you’ll live.”
“I don’t want to live,” he said putting his hands through his hair, “I’m tired of living. Can’t I just end. Just die. I’m tired.”
“You’ve got such a long way to go though before I can really take you. Believe this Jack, no one understands and mourns your longevity more then I,” she said shaking her head and reaching out to him. He didn’t push her away as she wrapped him up in her arms and let him cry into her chest. She stroked his hair like a mother might a child. She even kissed his forehead. They stood embraced like this for a while before he tilted his head upwards.
“Is he safe? Are all of them safe?” Jack asked his eyes red and puffy, tears staining his cheeks.
“Oh yes. You know it is only I that Owen said hid in the dark. He was such a stubborn boy, right to the last. Tosh was brave and so strong. Even her fear at what came next never outweighed her love for you all. And Ianto, oh Ianto,” she said closing her eyes, “I’ve never heard someone beg for another so. He begged me to let him go back. To live again because you needed him. He tried so hard to ignore me, to go back, all for you Jack. He worried so for you. So, I made him a promise, something I rarely do.”
“What was it?” Jack asked his tears renewed by the story of his love, “Tell me.”
“That I’d let him see you again when you died. That I’d let him be your guardian, to watch over you until your final time came. He had refused any reincarnation, any other place besides at your side. So, when you die Jack,” Death said turning his head and pointing to the distant shadow of a man in a suit, “He waits for you.”
“Can I go to him?” Jack asked getting up and starting to walk towards the figure, but he never got any closer.
“Sometimes, not every time. Destiny would have my head if you spent every second in the limbo between dead and not because of me. But sometimes, like now, when you are in need of guidance or strength, he is here for you,” Death said stroking his cheek, “As am I. For a man who can never die, he sure does have a lot of friends in death.” She giggled at him then motioned with her hand towards the shadow clad figure.
Ianto came out of the shadows. He was young and handsome with a tea cup in his hand a coy smile on his lips.
Jack noticed a chain coming from Ianto’s right hand and outstretched to Jack’s. It wasn’t physical, but metaphorical, likely an explanation from Death, who had disappeared in his distraction. Ianto’s love for Jack had bound him to this half death land. Had bound him to nothingness and made it impossible for him to leave.
Jack’s face fell and he stared in dismay.
“It was my choice,” Ianto explained simply already knowing the question, “And my pleasure.”
Fandom: Torchwood/Sandman
Prompt: Bastard
Warnings: Swearing, spoilers for COE
Rating: PG
Summary: Jack goes to talk to an Death about a certain death.
Jack took another drag off his cigarette. Smoking was a dirty habit that had no good side affects besides death. He closed his lips around the tip again and then breathed in the smoke. It did take the edge off a little, just a little. Enough to make him stop shaking about what he was about to do. He glanced over at the tub full of water. Watched for a second as it splashed the side. When he went inside of it the water would surely rise and spill over, getting the floor wet and getting the attention of the neighbors someday.
He put out the cigarette and got into the tub. As expected the water splashed over and made a great mess on the floor. He left the water running for a second longer and then turned it off. He didn’t want to be found too quickly.
Jack wanted to talk to someone. He had a bone to pick with her, a curse or two worthy of throwing. It might help ease his internal agony, but it’d help.
Without taking a breath Jack dropped his head down to the bottom. He laid flat staring up at the disfigured view of the world. He felt the panic start to rise, his bodies natural desire to live. He kept himself still and turned his head to the side. He felt the pulling, the deep yank that came every time. His lungs instinctively took a breath and water filled his longs.
Dying with his eyes open, Jack waited. The darkness crept in around in and then there was humming.
“Suicide Jack,” said a soft feminine voice to his right, “Haven’t you tried that before and failed?”
“I wasn’t trying to die for good, I wanted to tell you something,” Jack said his lips snarling and his hair still wet around his head, “That you’re a mother fucking bastard.”
“Well isn’t that some way to say high to a friend you haven’t seen a while,” Death said sitting on a small chair that had formed beside her. Jack stood up slowly and found himself drying. He sat down in a newly formed chair across from her and stared.
“He wasn’t even thirty,” Jack snarled.
“I knew it’d be about that,” Death said and sighed, “I can’t do anything Jack. Death happens. I am and I always will be. Nothing has ever changed this cycle. Even your time will come.”
“You couldn’t leave me alone for five years. Is that too fucking much to ask? God damnit,” Jack said swinging his arm and hitting a padded wall that had formed and deformed as fast as his swing.
“My friend, I could demand the same of you. You defy me in a way few every have. We had to make a whole another book of rules just because of you. We’ve called it the Curse of Rose. You make a mockery of my name and yet I don’t complain. I won’t. It doesn’t matter, not really,” she said with a shrug, “And what happens to you. You’ll forget, you’ll forgive, you’ll live.”
“I don’t want to live,” he said putting his hands through his hair, “I’m tired of living. Can’t I just end. Just die. I’m tired.”
“You’ve got such a long way to go though before I can really take you. Believe this Jack, no one understands and mourns your longevity more then I,” she said shaking her head and reaching out to him. He didn’t push her away as she wrapped him up in her arms and let him cry into her chest. She stroked his hair like a mother might a child. She even kissed his forehead. They stood embraced like this for a while before he tilted his head upwards.
“Is he safe? Are all of them safe?” Jack asked his eyes red and puffy, tears staining his cheeks.
“Oh yes. You know it is only I that Owen said hid in the dark. He was such a stubborn boy, right to the last. Tosh was brave and so strong. Even her fear at what came next never outweighed her love for you all. And Ianto, oh Ianto,” she said closing her eyes, “I’ve never heard someone beg for another so. He begged me to let him go back. To live again because you needed him. He tried so hard to ignore me, to go back, all for you Jack. He worried so for you. So, I made him a promise, something I rarely do.”
“What was it?” Jack asked his tears renewed by the story of his love, “Tell me.”
“That I’d let him see you again when you died. That I’d let him be your guardian, to watch over you until your final time came. He had refused any reincarnation, any other place besides at your side. So, when you die Jack,” Death said turning his head and pointing to the distant shadow of a man in a suit, “He waits for you.”
“Can I go to him?” Jack asked getting up and starting to walk towards the figure, but he never got any closer.
“Sometimes, not every time. Destiny would have my head if you spent every second in the limbo between dead and not because of me. But sometimes, like now, when you are in need of guidance or strength, he is here for you,” Death said stroking his cheek, “As am I. For a man who can never die, he sure does have a lot of friends in death.” She giggled at him then motioned with her hand towards the shadow clad figure.
Ianto came out of the shadows. He was young and handsome with a tea cup in his hand a coy smile on his lips.
Jack noticed a chain coming from Ianto’s right hand and outstretched to Jack’s. It wasn’t physical, but metaphorical, likely an explanation from Death, who had disappeared in his distraction. Ianto’s love for Jack had bound him to this half death land. Had bound him to nothingness and made it impossible for him to leave.
Jack’s face fell and he stared in dismay.
“It was my choice,” Ianto explained simply already knowing the question, “And my pleasure.”
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