I'll stop running for you...Part 1/3
Title: I'll stop running for you...
Author: fate_incomplete
Rating: M
Warnings: Angst
Spoilers: Season 6 of Doctor Who.
Characters: Eleven/Jack
Word Count: 2,600
A/N: A follow on from this drabble - Colder... Set during the time Eleven was alone and running from his death at Lake Silencio, and an indeterminate point in Jack's future.
Summary: He had meant to find Jack earlier than this. Younger, less broken, but this was where the TARDIS had taken him...He only wanted to say goodbye, but it ended up so much more complicated than that.
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He had meant to find Jack earlier than this. Younger, less broken, but this was where the TARDIS had taken him. The Doctor studied Jack as he waited for him to wake, to come back to life. All those years, countless deaths, had changed him. He couldn't help but wonder how many deaths this would make.
He couldn't help but feel guilt.
The Doctor had been running for almost 200 years, running from his own death, and so much more. Now it was time for one last farewell tour, one last chance to make things right.
He stepped back as Jack woke, gasping in one big breath, body jerking. Whatever plan, thoughts, words, he'd had disappeared. He didn't even know how long it had been since they last met, so said the first thing that came to mind.
"You saved them...they thought you were dead." Cursing himself for the banality of the words.
Jack stared at him for a moment, emotionless.
"I was."
The Doctor couldn't think of what to say next, wondering if this had been a bad idea. He watched numbly as Jack stood, casting one last glance at him, before turning and walking away.
"Jack...I'm sorry..."
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He stepped out of the TARDIS to see Jack's body lying lifeless amongst debris, cursing the old girl for bringing him to another of Jack's deaths as he knelt by the body. Scanning with his sonic, it showed broken bones that even now were knitting back together. He noted that this wasn't far in Jack's future from their last meeting in the morgue.
The Doctor looked up. Half a building complex lay collapsed around the Captain's body. He had no idea what had happened, and doubted Jack would tell him when he woke. Settling on a twisted beam, he waited. Sitting still wasn't something he did well, but his guilt kept him in place.
It took thirty-eight minutes, the sharp intake of breath startling the Doctor from his thoughts.
Jack sat up, the dust that covered him drifting lazily as he brushed absently at his coat. The Doctor wondered why he was still wearing it after all this time. It took a few seconds for Jack to notice him. When he did, he smiled, though without humour.
"You again."
"Me again," the Doctor said with his own smile, equally humourless, cautious.
Jack looked around at the rubble. "Oh..." he half whispered, as if he hadn't known what had happened, what had killed him."That'll do it I guess."
Stubbornly refusing to acknowledge the Doctor's presence any further, Jack stood and walked away. The Doctor stood as well, hands awkwardly adjusting his bowtie, unsure if he should follow.
Jack picked his way through the remains of the building. He bent and picked up the remnants of some sort of alien tech. Whatever it had been, it clearly wasn't going to be functioning again anytime soon. Jack removed some part the Doctor presumed was vital and pocketed it.
Jack turned to finally look at the Doctor. Too late he saw that Jack had activated his vortex manipulator.
"Jack, wait!"
"Why?" Jack asked indifferently, before disappearing.
The Doctor sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He wondered if this whole endeavour had been selfish. Jack obviously had no desire to speak to him, let alone listen to an apology too many lifetimes too late.
He walked back to the TARDIS, sparing one glance at the remains of the building, wondering what had been inside it that Jack had died for.
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He leant against the console, a folded piece of paper in his hands. He had spent hours trying to find some words to leave for Jack, but still had no idea what he wanted to say. He had settled on one simple line...I'm sorry Jack, I should never have abandoned you...He just had to find somewhere to leave it.
Taking the coward's way out, he looked for the next recorded death of Captain Jack Harkness, setting the coordinates to arrive before he woke again, not sure if he could watch Jack turn away yet again.
The TARDIS settled at his destination. He had landed in the middle of a battle between forces on a human colony. The sound of gun fire sounded as the door opened.
Probably should have found a better time to do this, he thought, smiling bitterly at the irony.
Crawling through yet more rumble, this time it seemed more like half a city had been destroyed, he found Jack's body. He paused as a patrol passed by. They gave Jack's body a cursory glance before moving on, leaving him lying broken amongst the debris. Again the Doctor wondered what Jack had been doing, what he had found to die for this time.
The Doctor was about to climb over the debris to leave his note, when Jack stirred. He stilled, watching the man who had once travelled with him wake. This time there was no gasping breath, he woke silently, alone amongst the destruction. He watched as Jack opened his eyes, breathing in and out slowly, life returning, but with none of the gusto the Doctor had once known so well.
Jack stood, watching the patrol that was now some distance away. The Doctor wondered which side Jack had been on, if any. Jack turned and walked away from the departing patrol, walking alone through the destroyed city.
The Doctor watched him leave, unable to follow, unable to move or truly think, the sight of Jack waking alone tearing at something inside of him. He had been alone for so long himself, that he thought he had grown used to it, preferred it even. Yet watching Jack disappear into the swirling dust of a broken city, opened up that gaping hole inside of him, all that loneliness and guilt he had been trying to run from.
He had turned away from Jack, left him alone, abandoned him as an abomination. Jack couldn't die, could do nothing more than go on alone, outliving who knows how many friends and lovers. A fate he hadn't asked for, that the Doctor had brought to him.
The Doctor dropped his head into his hands, overwhelmed by the thought of all Jack's deaths, wondering how many of them, like this one, had been alone.
Guilt and anger drove him to his feet. He didn't care if Jack didn't want him there, if Jack turned away every time. He would be there the next time Jack died alone, on whatever god forsaken planet. He would be there waiting.
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An explosion that ripped through half a mining complex, a crashed cargo ship, three gun shots, one stabbing in a seedy bar. The Doctor waited after them all, sitting by the Captain's side, waiting for him to wake, watching him glare, sometimes curse, and then walk away.
The Doctor spent weeks, maybe months, he lost track of how long, watching Jack Harkness die and come back to life. Time and time again. He watched the apathy turn to anger. He waited for some explosion of emotion in this broken man who had once been so full of life, who now could never die, yet had lost all will to live, but it didn't come.
After awhile, he had realised that Jack was seeking out ways to die, walking deliberately into danger and destruction. He watched this man he had once called a friend, destroy himself over and over, until he could stand it no more.
The Doctor arrived at a biosphere on a moon orbiting a gas giant, moments before it was destroyed by an asteroid shower, all no larger than pebbles, but big enough to weaken the structural integrity, causing life support to fail. He watched as Jack helped the last occupants into escape pods. He watched as Jack turned and walked back into the complex, standing alone, staring up at the sphere overhead as cracks formed.
Hidden within the TARDIS, the Doctor watched, and waited for Jack to die, again.
Jack slumped to his knees, stubbornly staying upright until he lost consciousness and collapsed. The Doctor expanded the field around the TARDIS to encompass Jack's lifeless body. He stood looking down at him for a moment, completely lost for ideas on how to save him, to stop the endless cycle of death.
He half carried, half dragged the larger man into the TARDIS, removing the vortex manipulator so that he would have no way out. He set the controls of the TARDIS, letting her drift in space, as he sat and waited, yet again.
It didn't take long this time. The slow intake of breath as he came back echoing in the TARDIS. The Doctor watched, unsure of what to expect, what to do, or say. He had been watching Jack die for so long, yet still had no words to say.
Jack opened his eyes, taking in the unfamiliar control room, so different to the last time he had been here. The Doctor watched as it dawned on him where he was, watched as Jack's eyes scanned the room, before finally settling on him. The Doctor held his breath, not knowing what to do, so falling into the comfort of flippancy he so often hid behind.
"You know I met a sentient asteroid once. Well, asteroid's probably not the right word. It was more of a big blobby thing floating through space. Size of a small moon. A blobby purple moon, with teeth. It wanted to eat me, well me and the TARDIS. Convinced it I wouldn't be very tasty."
Jack glared at him. The Doctor smiled benignly. It was the most words he had managed to say to the Captain in weeks. Well that he was sure Jack heard anyway. He had gotten bored several times waiting for him to come back to life and talked to his lifeless body, but he couldn't be sure Jack had actually heard any of that.
"What do you want?" Jack asked after a moment.
"Jammy dodgers and some tea. How about you?"
Jack glared again, before turning and walking to the door.
"We're floating in space, nothing out there I'm afraid...well not nothing, there's space and things..."
Jack opened the door, staring out into the void between stars.
The Doctor left Jack alone and headed to the kitchen, convincing himself that he really did want some jammy dodgers and not just a moment to think. These last, however many weeks, hadn't exactly been what he was planning when he had come to see Jack one last time before...
He heard Jack slam the door. He stopped after the first turn in the corridor, running a hand through his hair. This really had been a bad idea, but one he couldn't let go of. He turned and walked back to Jack.
"Why are you here?" Jack asked as he walked back into the control room. "Coming back each time is bad enough...but then you're there...Why watch me die? All those times."
"I meant to find you when you were younger, but the TARDIS...it was an accident at first, being there when you died, but you were so alone..."
"Alone? So many times I wanted you to be there, and you never were...Why now?"
"Because I am going to die, and I wanted...I wanted to say goodbye."
"Goodbye? You could have said that years ago. You selfish bastard!"
"Jack..."
"You want to know the stupid thing? After all these years, I was still waiting for you. I started to wish for death if it meant you might be there, waiting, and you were just swanning around trying to say goodbye? I spent so long wanting you, looking for you, that I don't know when it stopped being love and started to be hate. Because that's what it is now, hate."
"Jack, I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what? That I'm a paradox you can't stand to look at?"
"That I left you..."
"But you did, and not just once," Jack cut in angrily.
"I've left so many things broken, I just get in the TARDIS and leave you all. I wanted to make it right."
"But you can't. Can you? Do you know how many times I have died? Hundreds of thousands? Millions? So many times it has become one constant death. So many times, I don't know if there is even anything left of me anymore. I die, and I die again, there is nothing else. You can't fix me. There's nothing left to fix."
Jack had slowly gotten closer as he spoke, his movements full of anger.
"I don't feel anything anymore, I'm just cold and empty, but you know all about that don't you. Do you even know what it is to feel Doctor?" Jack spat the words into his face, so close now the Doctor could almost feel his warmth.
Seeing Jack walk into the arms of all those deaths, he had seen so little emotion, that he gladly took the anger, the hate. Jack may think he felt nothing anymore, but the Doctor could see so much emotion, boiling away beneath the surface, waiting to find some release.
He stared into Jack's eyes, changed but still so much the same, carrying the weight of a life too long. Something the Doctor understood all too well.
"Jack, I'm sorry, I just wanted to say goodbye."
He had only wanted to say goodbye, one last selfish act. A farewell tour to see old friends, to stave off his own demise, never thinking of what effect it would have on them. He watched as the words tipped Jack over the edge. Anger, hate, love all mixed together.
Jack reached out, one hand grabbing hold of his coat, while the other twisted in his hair, the kiss full of desperation, need and fury.
The Doctor kissed back, hard and angry. Letting Jack in like he never had anyone else. A barrage of emotion he didn't understand, and didn't want to. His fingers gripped Jack's coat, trying to shove aside the guilt and pain, the fear. Losing himself in this man he had been trying to save, selfishly trying to find his own salvation.
Jack pushed him back against the console, lips hard, hands harder as they pressed into flesh. The Doctor pushed back Jack's coat, the World War 2 coat he still somehow had after all these years. He twisted his fingers in it, a remnant of a past life, a mortal life, before the Doctor had screwed it all up, so much a part of Jack that the Doctor never wanted to let it go.
"It means nothing, none of this does," Jack ground out, hot breath caressing the Doctor's neck, before he pulled away, leaving the Doctor slumped against the console.
"Jack...stay, please," the Doctor whispered, raw and full of so much need he thought it would suffocate him, that it would destroy him.
He didn't want to just say goodbye, he wanted so much more.
They had three months together, before Jack took back his wristband, and left again. Three months were they found each other.
He stopped running for Jack, and faced whatever would happen beside a lake in Utah...he would have died for Jack, but he found another way, and maybe, just maybe, one day he would find him again. The man who couldn't die, who had seen and lost so much, who he abandoned and found again, who showed him that death wasn't always to be feared, that sometimes it would be welcome, but also that there was so much more to live for. The man who had looked into him, and understood...
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Part 2 HERE...
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Author: fate_incomplete
Rating: M
Warnings: Angst
Spoilers: Season 6 of Doctor Who.
Characters: Eleven/Jack
Word Count: 2,600
A/N: A follow on from this drabble - Colder... Set during the time Eleven was alone and running from his death at Lake Silencio, and an indeterminate point in Jack's future.
Summary: He had meant to find Jack earlier than this. Younger, less broken, but this was where the TARDIS had taken him...He only wanted to say goodbye, but it ended up so much more complicated than that.
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He had meant to find Jack earlier than this. Younger, less broken, but this was where the TARDIS had taken him. The Doctor studied Jack as he waited for him to wake, to come back to life. All those years, countless deaths, had changed him. He couldn't help but wonder how many deaths this would make.
He couldn't help but feel guilt.
The Doctor had been running for almost 200 years, running from his own death, and so much more. Now it was time for one last farewell tour, one last chance to make things right.
He stepped back as Jack woke, gasping in one big breath, body jerking. Whatever plan, thoughts, words, he'd had disappeared. He didn't even know how long it had been since they last met, so said the first thing that came to mind.
"You saved them...they thought you were dead." Cursing himself for the banality of the words.
Jack stared at him for a moment, emotionless.
"I was."
The Doctor couldn't think of what to say next, wondering if this had been a bad idea. He watched numbly as Jack stood, casting one last glance at him, before turning and walking away.
"Jack...I'm sorry..."
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He stepped out of the TARDIS to see Jack's body lying lifeless amongst debris, cursing the old girl for bringing him to another of Jack's deaths as he knelt by the body. Scanning with his sonic, it showed broken bones that even now were knitting back together. He noted that this wasn't far in Jack's future from their last meeting in the morgue.
The Doctor looked up. Half a building complex lay collapsed around the Captain's body. He had no idea what had happened, and doubted Jack would tell him when he woke. Settling on a twisted beam, he waited. Sitting still wasn't something he did well, but his guilt kept him in place.
It took thirty-eight minutes, the sharp intake of breath startling the Doctor from his thoughts.
Jack sat up, the dust that covered him drifting lazily as he brushed absently at his coat. The Doctor wondered why he was still wearing it after all this time. It took a few seconds for Jack to notice him. When he did, he smiled, though without humour.
"You again."
"Me again," the Doctor said with his own smile, equally humourless, cautious.
Jack looked around at the rubble. "Oh..." he half whispered, as if he hadn't known what had happened, what had killed him."That'll do it I guess."
Stubbornly refusing to acknowledge the Doctor's presence any further, Jack stood and walked away. The Doctor stood as well, hands awkwardly adjusting his bowtie, unsure if he should follow.
Jack picked his way through the remains of the building. He bent and picked up the remnants of some sort of alien tech. Whatever it had been, it clearly wasn't going to be functioning again anytime soon. Jack removed some part the Doctor presumed was vital and pocketed it.
Jack turned to finally look at the Doctor. Too late he saw that Jack had activated his vortex manipulator.
"Jack, wait!"
"Why?" Jack asked indifferently, before disappearing.
The Doctor sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He wondered if this whole endeavour had been selfish. Jack obviously had no desire to speak to him, let alone listen to an apology too many lifetimes too late.
He walked back to the TARDIS, sparing one glance at the remains of the building, wondering what had been inside it that Jack had died for.
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He leant against the console, a folded piece of paper in his hands. He had spent hours trying to find some words to leave for Jack, but still had no idea what he wanted to say. He had settled on one simple line...I'm sorry Jack, I should never have abandoned you...He just had to find somewhere to leave it.
Taking the coward's way out, he looked for the next recorded death of Captain Jack Harkness, setting the coordinates to arrive before he woke again, not sure if he could watch Jack turn away yet again.
The TARDIS settled at his destination. He had landed in the middle of a battle between forces on a human colony. The sound of gun fire sounded as the door opened.
Probably should have found a better time to do this, he thought, smiling bitterly at the irony.
Crawling through yet more rumble, this time it seemed more like half a city had been destroyed, he found Jack's body. He paused as a patrol passed by. They gave Jack's body a cursory glance before moving on, leaving him lying broken amongst the debris. Again the Doctor wondered what Jack had been doing, what he had found to die for this time.
The Doctor was about to climb over the debris to leave his note, when Jack stirred. He stilled, watching the man who had once travelled with him wake. This time there was no gasping breath, he woke silently, alone amongst the destruction. He watched as Jack opened his eyes, breathing in and out slowly, life returning, but with none of the gusto the Doctor had once known so well.
Jack stood, watching the patrol that was now some distance away. The Doctor wondered which side Jack had been on, if any. Jack turned and walked away from the departing patrol, walking alone through the destroyed city.
The Doctor watched him leave, unable to follow, unable to move or truly think, the sight of Jack waking alone tearing at something inside of him. He had been alone for so long himself, that he thought he had grown used to it, preferred it even. Yet watching Jack disappear into the swirling dust of a broken city, opened up that gaping hole inside of him, all that loneliness and guilt he had been trying to run from.
He had turned away from Jack, left him alone, abandoned him as an abomination. Jack couldn't die, could do nothing more than go on alone, outliving who knows how many friends and lovers. A fate he hadn't asked for, that the Doctor had brought to him.
The Doctor dropped his head into his hands, overwhelmed by the thought of all Jack's deaths, wondering how many of them, like this one, had been alone.
Guilt and anger drove him to his feet. He didn't care if Jack didn't want him there, if Jack turned away every time. He would be there the next time Jack died alone, on whatever god forsaken planet. He would be there waiting.
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An explosion that ripped through half a mining complex, a crashed cargo ship, three gun shots, one stabbing in a seedy bar. The Doctor waited after them all, sitting by the Captain's side, waiting for him to wake, watching him glare, sometimes curse, and then walk away.
The Doctor spent weeks, maybe months, he lost track of how long, watching Jack Harkness die and come back to life. Time and time again. He watched the apathy turn to anger. He waited for some explosion of emotion in this broken man who had once been so full of life, who now could never die, yet had lost all will to live, but it didn't come.
After awhile, he had realised that Jack was seeking out ways to die, walking deliberately into danger and destruction. He watched this man he had once called a friend, destroy himself over and over, until he could stand it no more.
The Doctor arrived at a biosphere on a moon orbiting a gas giant, moments before it was destroyed by an asteroid shower, all no larger than pebbles, but big enough to weaken the structural integrity, causing life support to fail. He watched as Jack helped the last occupants into escape pods. He watched as Jack turned and walked back into the complex, standing alone, staring up at the sphere overhead as cracks formed.
Hidden within the TARDIS, the Doctor watched, and waited for Jack to die, again.
Jack slumped to his knees, stubbornly staying upright until he lost consciousness and collapsed. The Doctor expanded the field around the TARDIS to encompass Jack's lifeless body. He stood looking down at him for a moment, completely lost for ideas on how to save him, to stop the endless cycle of death.
He half carried, half dragged the larger man into the TARDIS, removing the vortex manipulator so that he would have no way out. He set the controls of the TARDIS, letting her drift in space, as he sat and waited, yet again.
It didn't take long this time. The slow intake of breath as he came back echoing in the TARDIS. The Doctor watched, unsure of what to expect, what to do, or say. He had been watching Jack die for so long, yet still had no words to say.
Jack opened his eyes, taking in the unfamiliar control room, so different to the last time he had been here. The Doctor watched as it dawned on him where he was, watched as Jack's eyes scanned the room, before finally settling on him. The Doctor held his breath, not knowing what to do, so falling into the comfort of flippancy he so often hid behind.
"You know I met a sentient asteroid once. Well, asteroid's probably not the right word. It was more of a big blobby thing floating through space. Size of a small moon. A blobby purple moon, with teeth. It wanted to eat me, well me and the TARDIS. Convinced it I wouldn't be very tasty."
Jack glared at him. The Doctor smiled benignly. It was the most words he had managed to say to the Captain in weeks. Well that he was sure Jack heard anyway. He had gotten bored several times waiting for him to come back to life and talked to his lifeless body, but he couldn't be sure Jack had actually heard any of that.
"What do you want?" Jack asked after a moment.
"Jammy dodgers and some tea. How about you?"
Jack glared again, before turning and walking to the door.
"We're floating in space, nothing out there I'm afraid...well not nothing, there's space and things..."
Jack opened the door, staring out into the void between stars.
The Doctor left Jack alone and headed to the kitchen, convincing himself that he really did want some jammy dodgers and not just a moment to think. These last, however many weeks, hadn't exactly been what he was planning when he had come to see Jack one last time before...
He heard Jack slam the door. He stopped after the first turn in the corridor, running a hand through his hair. This really had been a bad idea, but one he couldn't let go of. He turned and walked back to Jack.
"Why are you here?" Jack asked as he walked back into the control room. "Coming back each time is bad enough...but then you're there...Why watch me die? All those times."
"I meant to find you when you were younger, but the TARDIS...it was an accident at first, being there when you died, but you were so alone..."
"Alone? So many times I wanted you to be there, and you never were...Why now?"
"Because I am going to die, and I wanted...I wanted to say goodbye."
"Goodbye? You could have said that years ago. You selfish bastard!"
"Jack..."
"You want to know the stupid thing? After all these years, I was still waiting for you. I started to wish for death if it meant you might be there, waiting, and you were just swanning around trying to say goodbye? I spent so long wanting you, looking for you, that I don't know when it stopped being love and started to be hate. Because that's what it is now, hate."
"Jack, I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what? That I'm a paradox you can't stand to look at?"
"That I left you..."
"But you did, and not just once," Jack cut in angrily.
"I've left so many things broken, I just get in the TARDIS and leave you all. I wanted to make it right."
"But you can't. Can you? Do you know how many times I have died? Hundreds of thousands? Millions? So many times it has become one constant death. So many times, I don't know if there is even anything left of me anymore. I die, and I die again, there is nothing else. You can't fix me. There's nothing left to fix."
Jack had slowly gotten closer as he spoke, his movements full of anger.
"I don't feel anything anymore, I'm just cold and empty, but you know all about that don't you. Do you even know what it is to feel Doctor?" Jack spat the words into his face, so close now the Doctor could almost feel his warmth.
Seeing Jack walk into the arms of all those deaths, he had seen so little emotion, that he gladly took the anger, the hate. Jack may think he felt nothing anymore, but the Doctor could see so much emotion, boiling away beneath the surface, waiting to find some release.
He stared into Jack's eyes, changed but still so much the same, carrying the weight of a life too long. Something the Doctor understood all too well.
"Jack, I'm sorry, I just wanted to say goodbye."
He had only wanted to say goodbye, one last selfish act. A farewell tour to see old friends, to stave off his own demise, never thinking of what effect it would have on them. He watched as the words tipped Jack over the edge. Anger, hate, love all mixed together.
Jack reached out, one hand grabbing hold of his coat, while the other twisted in his hair, the kiss full of desperation, need and fury.
The Doctor kissed back, hard and angry. Letting Jack in like he never had anyone else. A barrage of emotion he didn't understand, and didn't want to. His fingers gripped Jack's coat, trying to shove aside the guilt and pain, the fear. Losing himself in this man he had been trying to save, selfishly trying to find his own salvation.
Jack pushed him back against the console, lips hard, hands harder as they pressed into flesh. The Doctor pushed back Jack's coat, the World War 2 coat he still somehow had after all these years. He twisted his fingers in it, a remnant of a past life, a mortal life, before the Doctor had screwed it all up, so much a part of Jack that the Doctor never wanted to let it go.
"It means nothing, none of this does," Jack ground out, hot breath caressing the Doctor's neck, before he pulled away, leaving the Doctor slumped against the console.
"Jack...stay, please," the Doctor whispered, raw and full of so much need he thought it would suffocate him, that it would destroy him.
He didn't want to just say goodbye, he wanted so much more.
They had three months together, before Jack took back his wristband, and left again. Three months were they found each other.
He stopped running for Jack, and faced whatever would happen beside a lake in Utah...he would have died for Jack, but he found another way, and maybe, just maybe, one day he would find him again. The man who couldn't die, who had seen and lost so much, who he abandoned and found again, who showed him that death wasn't always to be feared, that sometimes it would be welcome, but also that there was so much more to live for. The man who had looked into him, and understood...
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Part 2 HERE...
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