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The Goodbye
Mar. 25th, 2009 04:05 pmTitle: The Goodbye
Pairing/Warning/Rating: Torchwood fandom, 1x13 spoilers, bleak fic warning, rated PG
Word Count: 100
Summary: Goodbyes can be painful.
Author's Note: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tw100's Alternate Endings challenge.
Gwen looked down at Jack, cold and still on the morgue table. "You're certain?"
"He's ice cold." Owen's tone was careful, almost kind. "No vital signs."
"He survived when you shot him. When I first joined, he said he couldn't die."
"He was wrong."
Ianto shifted over, putting his arm around Tosh when she started to cry. "Goodbye, Jack," he said sadly, rubbing his thumb over Jack's hand for a moment before nodding to Gwen who zipped the bag closed. "We'll miss you."
Then Owen pushed the slab in, shutting the door with a snick that echoed through the room.
Pairing/Warning/Rating: Torchwood fandom, 1x13 spoilers, bleak fic warning, rated PG
Word Count: 100
Summary: Goodbyes can be painful.
Author's Note: Written for
tw100's Alternate Endings challenge.Gwen looked down at Jack, cold and still on the morgue table. "You're certain?"
"He's ice cold." Owen's tone was careful, almost kind. "No vital signs."
"He survived when you shot him. When I first joined, he said he couldn't die."
"He was wrong."
Ianto shifted over, putting his arm around Tosh when she started to cry. "Goodbye, Jack," he said sadly, rubbing his thumb over Jack's hand for a moment before nodding to Gwen who zipped the bag closed. "We'll miss you."
Then Owen pushed the slab in, shutting the door with a snick that echoed through the room.
