Characters: Jack, John Hart, Gray.
Written For: Challenge 441: Underground at tw100.
Spoilers: Adam, Exit Wounds.
Summary: Jack waits to be buried alive.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: A double drabble
Jack lay at the bottom of the pit, his grave, unmoving, reminding himself once more that he deserved this. He’d failed his brother over and over again, letting go of his hand, allowing the monsters to take him, not searching for him hard or long enough… This was punishment he deserved.
Gray was gloating, gleeful, and that cut Jack him to the quick. He loved his brother and had never given up hope of finding and saving him; it hurt to see him so bitter and vindictive, but Jack understood. He’d suffered so much.
Still, when John dropped the ring onto his chest, Jack was grateful. The tiny device would put him in a state of suspended animation and act as a locator beacon. He wouldn’t be aware of time passing, wouldn’t suffer, wouldn’t even die; buried deep underground, he’d simply sleep the centuries away, unchanged.
He gripped the ring in one hand, waiting patiently as the earth was shovelled down on top of him. At the last possible moment, he took a deep, careful breath of air, slid the ring onto his finger, and turned it on, praying his team would stay safe until he could return to them.