My brain made a whole story to this story. I think I just fanfic'ed your fic.
See, the grave marker was for real!Jack. Who, after rather spectacularly outting himself a dance hall, was stripped of his wings in 1941 and basically created a new identity for himself, letting "Jack Harkness" die. Basically handing over that name and identity to our!Jack. And well, since he was out, he saw no reason to go back into the closet. This led him into the love of his life, the stranger.
When real!Jack knew he was dying of... something... he told his husband/partner/boyfriend person to try and find our!Jack so that our!Jack would know that he helped real!Jack face up to who he was and find true happiness.
*headdesk* I don't think I've ever fanficed someone else's work like that before. I feel like I should apologize.
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See, the grave marker was for real!Jack. Who, after rather spectacularly outting himself a dance hall, was stripped of his wings in 1941 and basically created a new identity for himself, letting "Jack Harkness" die. Basically handing over that name and identity to our!Jack. And well, since he was out, he saw no reason to go back into the closet. This led him into the love of his life, the stranger.
When real!Jack knew he was dying of... something... he told his husband/partner/boyfriend person to try and find our!Jack so that our!Jack would know that he helped real!Jack face up to who he was and find true happiness.
*headdesk* I don't think I've ever fanficed someone else's work like that before. I feel like I should apologize.