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Post by gylfie2 on Feb 26, 2011 9:15:35 GMT -5
Please, guys, don't hate me for being able to start a fanfiction, but not replying here yet. It all depends on what motivations I have and right now, I'm motivated by short Torchwood drabbles.
I started writing a story, featuring a newly repaired Jack. He and Ianto were my favourite characters - especially together! - so there won't be a lack of that. I'm just hoping all of you can handle a new prince in Jack's life.
Without further ado, I give you The Meaning Of Life...Three decades were gone. The years had passed through the vortex, swift and mercilessly. Funerals flitted by, a mixture of tears, tissues and tantrums; birthdays full of smiles and candles; the birth of a prince unlike no other, more smiles, more candles, more tantrums; and he returned, the hero, the coward. Sensing the strangest sensation, Jack had looked up from his dish of Protein 5 and his glass of pearly Hydrator 12. His blue eyes looked past the group of tipsy engineers entering the cafeteria, the raunchy scene happening three tables over and the cheeky grin sent in his direction. He knew this feeling and, oh, it was much more satisfying than a public peepshow or a one-night stand. This was the sense of love. He stood, his chair squealing against the linoleum. For thirty years, he had been waiting for this biological message. His chemicals were aligning themselves, repairing as only they knew how. It hurt. No one would know how it hurt, but it was working. A queer smile fell upon his face, the look of a fool soon finding its way to his mug. He was no longer broken. That shattered remnant of a heart that had occupied his chest for so very long was gone, replaced with a beating counterpart. You can find more of it here, though it's not past it's prologue at this stage.
If this offends anyone, I will remove it immediately. I understand that it has some risque material. It's hard not to write flirts and such into a story featuring Jack Harkness. I apologize in advance.
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