Written For: Challenge 467: Down at tw100.
Summary: Jack can’t stay on rooftops all the time.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
Heights don’t bother Jack; he isn’t sure they ever did. Being up high is the closest he gets to flying most days, and flying is the greatest freedom he’s ever found, so when he needs to escape from everything, he heads for a rooftop, high above the city, where all his problems, left far below him, somehow seem insignificant.
He stands on the edge, the wind whipping around him, blowing all his cares away, until at last he feels able to take up the burden of his responsibilities once more. Then he goes back down and becomes the Captain again.