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ficwizeTitle: Three Times Under
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Sarah Jane
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
orbythesea
Author Website:orbythesea
Why this must be read:
Although this does include spoilers for Sarah Jane, this is fundamentally a story about Jack Harkness and it's not the glowing look at him that many fans have. I think it's a rather more honest look at him, though, and shows his faults as clearly as his virtues.
Plus the relationship here is heartbreaking and painfully true.
Excerpt: It started years ago, with an ancient, timelessly beautiful man who told a story that was both achingly familiar and completely new. It was simple, then: two abandoned souls meeting by chance, sharing memories, loneliness, a few pints, and, when the pub shut down, a bed. It should have ended there: a single transgression she could look back on as little more than a moment of weakness.
She wasn't prepared for him to call two years later as she tried desperately to meet her deadline.
"I just missed him," he tells her, voice a mixture of excitement and heartbreak. "That school that blew up, he was there--"
For a moment, she considers lying to him as he prattles on, telling her all the details of what's already been documented in neat black type in front of her. She doesn't want to share this with him; she doesn't want his voice in her ear. She wants merely to finish her story and give herself time to reflect. "Jack," she interrupts, finally. "I'm on a deadline. I know. I-- " She swallows, forcing the words from her throat. "I was there."
For long moments there is silence on the other end of the line. When he does speak, his voice is choked, strangled. "Good for you."
"I'm sorry," she whispers, setting the phone back in its cradle. "I'm so sorry."
Three Times Under
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Sarah Jane
Author on LJ:
orbytheseaAuthor Website:
orbytheseaWhy this must be read:
Although this does include spoilers for Sarah Jane, this is fundamentally a story about Jack Harkness and it's not the glowing look at him that many fans have. I think it's a rather more honest look at him, though, and shows his faults as clearly as his virtues.
Plus the relationship here is heartbreaking and painfully true.
Excerpt: It started years ago, with an ancient, timelessly beautiful man who told a story that was both achingly familiar and completely new. It was simple, then: two abandoned souls meeting by chance, sharing memories, loneliness, a few pints, and, when the pub shut down, a bed. It should have ended there: a single transgression she could look back on as little more than a moment of weakness.
She wasn't prepared for him to call two years later as she tried desperately to meet her deadline.
"I just missed him," he tells her, voice a mixture of excitement and heartbreak. "That school that blew up, he was there--"
For a moment, she considers lying to him as he prattles on, telling her all the details of what's already been documented in neat black type in front of her. She doesn't want to share this with him; she doesn't want his voice in her ear. She wants merely to finish her story and give herself time to reflect. "Jack," she interrupts, finally. "I'm on a deadline. I know. I-- " She swallows, forcing the words from her throat. "I was there."
For long moments there is silence on the other end of the line. When he does speak, his voice is choked, strangled. "Good for you."
"I'm sorry," she whispers, setting the phone back in its cradle. "I'm so sorry."
Three Times Under
