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The Waiting Years II: Coming Back by Jadesfire2808 (PG)
Fandom: TORCHWOOD
Pairing: none
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jadesfire2808
Author Website: Links to her fic on LJ
Why this must be read:
Because damn does she have a good handle on the character of Jack Harkness! This is technically part 2 of a series of stories describing how Jack got from Satellite 5 to Torchwood, but you don't need to have read part 1. (I know, because I read this part first ::grin::). It's a great character exploration and a good spooky story in its own right. Her original characters are fabulous and well-developed throughout the course of the previous story and this one.
Jack loved standing on the battlements. From up there, he could see for miles, feel the wind whipping at his hair and the exhilarating cold of being up so high. When the mist rolled in, it always felt like being enveloped in cloth, smothering and enclosing and he would retreat back inside. But as soon as the wind came up, driving the fog and rain away, he would climb the stairs again and look out on the bleak landscape.
Today, he was looking for more than just the feeling of being alive. It would rain later, he could tell, and the visibility was already shrinking, so he heard rather than saw the cars approaching. By the time he could make them out, they were almost at the gates, and he had to run to get there first.
Hugh Jones pulled the car to a stop, nodding a greeting to Jack, who was already opening the passenger door.
“Jock!”
“Jack!” They both laughed, as they always did, at how silly their greetings sounded, and Jack clasped the outstretched hand, shaking it warmly.
“How was your trip?” he asked, helping the other man with his bags.
“Bumpy. The vans are right behind us. Got some good stuff for you this time.”
“Glad to hear it. If I have to convince the staff not to file one more piece of suspicious glass that came from a suspicious window broken by a suspicious vandal, I may have to start breaking bones for them to file instead. Come on inside.”
The Waiting Years II: Coming Back
Pairing: none
Author on LJ:
jadesfire2808Author Website: Links to her fic on LJ
Why this must be read:
Because damn does she have a good handle on the character of Jack Harkness! This is technically part 2 of a series of stories describing how Jack got from Satellite 5 to Torchwood, but you don't need to have read part 1. (I know, because I read this part first ::grin::). It's a great character exploration and a good spooky story in its own right. Her original characters are fabulous and well-developed throughout the course of the previous story and this one.
Jack loved standing on the battlements. From up there, he could see for miles, feel the wind whipping at his hair and the exhilarating cold of being up so high. When the mist rolled in, it always felt like being enveloped in cloth, smothering and enclosing and he would retreat back inside. But as soon as the wind came up, driving the fog and rain away, he would climb the stairs again and look out on the bleak landscape.
Today, he was looking for more than just the feeling of being alive. It would rain later, he could tell, and the visibility was already shrinking, so he heard rather than saw the cars approaching. By the time he could make them out, they were almost at the gates, and he had to run to get there first.
Hugh Jones pulled the car to a stop, nodding a greeting to Jack, who was already opening the passenger door.
“Jock!”
“Jack!” They both laughed, as they always did, at how silly their greetings sounded, and Jack clasped the outstretched hand, shaking it warmly.
“How was your trip?” he asked, helping the other man with his bags.
“Bumpy. The vans are right behind us. Got some good stuff for you this time.”
“Glad to hear it. If I have to convince the staff not to file one more piece of suspicious glass that came from a suspicious window broken by a suspicious vandal, I may have to start breaking bones for them to file instead. Come on inside.”
The Waiting Years II: Coming Back