So, against the very smart advice of
slodwick , I went ahead and watched Torchwood Children of Earth.
Dear Whoverse,
Please stop killing me ded. Please.
Sincerely,
clannadlvr I'm still reeling from this.
Ok, so I was spoiled on the Ianto thing, but it was still very sad. Ianto's feeling that Jack would forget about him reminded me of fears that Rose would have had, so it was an interesting (and sad) parallel for me.
But what killed me? OMG Jack, your own grandson. I mean, I get it, I truly do. The one child who is available at the moment the world needs to be saved. But...this is his grandson.
So yes, I understand the need. But I'm sorry, Gwen. You can't explain this away and say that this isn't Jack's fault or take away the responsibility off his shoulders. It takes a certain type of man to sacrifice his own flesh and blood. That's who Jack Harkness is. And all of Gwen's cognitive dissonance on the subject can't make that pretty for me.
I love the character because there is this ruthlessness in him. A man who could first send twelve kids (minus one, really) to the fates of their alien masters without knowing for sure what was going to happen...can easily become a man who can use his grandson as a sacrifice for the greater good knowing what WILL happen.
He had to do that. I know it. (That's why he's what the world needs sometimes.) There wasn't time to find anyone else, probably. But dear god, what it takes to do that?
There are times when Jack Harkness really scares me. And if Gwen knew what was good for her, she'd realize that she has a kid on the way and someone like Jack sometimes hurts the ones he loves for the greater good. Sometimes, especially the ones he loves.
If I were her? I'd run away as fast as I could.
Maybe I'll feel differently about this later, but damn.
Yup, Torchwood. AKA another thing in the Whoverse that breaks me.