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The Oncoming Coat

Double Drabble: Death Denied

Title: Death Denied

Fandom: Torchwood/Doctor Who

Author: badly_knitted

Characters: Jack

Rating: PG

Spoilers: Not really, hints at DW Parting Of The Ways

Summary: Jack is so tired of living.

Word Count: 200

Written For: [personal profile] ryou_bakura’s prompt ‘author's choice, author's choice, Barred From The Afterlife’ at [community profile] dailyprompt.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, Doctor Who, or the characters. They belong to the BBC.




It doesn’t matter how Jack dies, or how many times he dies, it’s always the same: pain, death, and then the dark nothingness that swallows all light and even sound. He floats there for a timeless time before being rejected once again, tossed out and slammed painfully back into his body. He’s likened the feeling to being dragged across broken glass, but the pain in his body as wounds close and bones knit is nothing compared to the pain in his soul.



He’s doomed to life with no escape, watching all those he loves age and die and pass on to a plane of existence where he can never follow, and every time he loses another loved one he dies a little more inside.



It’s as though he’s being punished, he just doesn’t know what for and he is so, so tired of living. All he wants is to lay down the burden of his existence and cease to be, but he can’t. Death, and whatever comes after, is forever denied to him, all because a naive young woman temporarily in possession of a power she didn’t understand and couldn’t control, wished him back to life. Permanently.



It isn’t fair



The End


Comments

Dang it, another fic where I just want to hug Jack and wrap him up in a fuzzy blanket and cuddle him until it's all better...
I don't think Jack would object! He'd probably like a cuddle =)

Sorry for the angst overload - I hadn't realised just how many of my Contest Week fills had turned out angsty, especially the shorter ones. I'll try to find something less angsty for today.

Thank you!
It's an unending nightmare for him =(

I want to make everything better for him. Perhaps a naked immortal Ianto would make him feel better...

Thank you.
Poor Jack, what an existance.

great drabble.
It's like a never-ending nightmare he can't wake up from =(

Thank you.
*wibble*
Great fic, but poor Jack!
*wibbles with you*

Thank you. Poor Jack indeed; he never asked to be immortal, but he's stuck that way with no way out =(
If Jack was real and I ever met him I would give him a huge squishy hug.
And I'm sure he'd appreciate it. If Jack was real, he'd need all the hugs squishy hugs he could get!

Thank you!