“Come on, Sweetheart, don’t do this to me!” Jack mumbles as he frantically searches for a pulse and finds none. “You promised!” - Aw god that hurts in a wonderful way. I love the way Jack keeps falling back on the Doctor’s ‘promise’.
Oh god, tragic hologram message. It’s even more tragic than I’d anticipated. (Sorry to be annoying - much lesser extend exhausted me should be extent). This holo-message is nearly making me cry, it’s such beautiful, beautiful angst!
For once the ship simply moved from point A to point B like it is supposed to. Somehow that’s really sad. It’s like the TARDIS doesn’t have the spark to be deliberately annoying anymore.
Yay Gwen. I know that’s a controversial statement, but I still hold some affection for her when she isn’t humping Jack’s leg. I love how blank Jack is. Oooh, it always bugs me when the team get on their high-horse with him. Like in ‘Kiss, Kiss, Bang, Bang’. Jack deserves to be in charge in my eyes because he brought them all together and showed them this amazing world and the Hub is his house. So whenever they say they don’t need him I want to slap them all.
“Where’s your friend? Can’t you stay with him?” Jack’s face remains empty. “I wish I could,” he tells her. - Does he mean he wishes he could stay dead with the Doctor? If so then that is the saddest thing so far (though I expect that will change as I read further through this angst-fest). Even if he’s just wishing he could stay alive with the Doctor forever and always, it’s tragic.
when his friends thought he was reckless and asking for death in the old days they learn better now. I LOVE YOUR ANGST ABILITY.
He dreads the day Martha returns to Cardiff. I’m already visualising how awful it would be to have to break the news to her. Not just because of the pain it would cause her, but because of how much it would hurt Jack to talk about it.
Somewhere inside her twisted dimensions the Doctor is lying on his bed, washed and dressed in clean clothes, looking like he’s sleeping. - AWWWW. I can so imagine Jack going to check up on him, watching him ‘sleep’ and fooling himself for a precious moment.
Jack dreaming of the Doctor, reminiscing and laying with him = Beautiful.
God, I want to quote every single paragraph of this exquisite angst back at you. This is possibly my favourite story of all time.
One day Jack might see the universe end once again and he’ll watch the stars go out and wish for the Doctor to be there with him. - That is the best expression of Jack’s eternal devotion that I have ever read. I love the way you don’t spoon-feed the reader. Jack’s love/angst is shown in everything he does and says and thinks. You don’t just tell us, you show us with wonderful vivid images. Like this one:
Dressed in white, his slim form stretched out on this large bed the Doctor looks fragile and precious. Jack stares at him from his spot beside the door and doesn’t understand how he could ever touch him. - So obsessed and worshipful and of course the Doctor is dressed in white because he’s so holy to Jack now. Martyrs never get full respect until they’re gone, after all.
(Typo - “I understand it’s hart - Unless Capt John’s shown up to revel in Jack’s misery, that should probably be ‘hard’.)
He told me he’d survive and I believed him. Then he told me he was dead and I believed him again! - LOL! Coming straight from the angst this is euphoric!
All the doors leading to the Doctor, the dreams about him being alive… Looking back she hasn’t just flashed hints at him, she’s smashed them over his head. Trying to communicate with him in her limited way and he couldn’t see beyond the blood on his hands. - Go TARDIS, go TARDIS, go TARDIS… *dances* Ohhh, I’d forgotten the downside of bringing the Doctor back, that he’ll be wracked with guilt. I care about as much as Jack does right now. I’ll feel bad for him when I get there. I love the TARDIS so much. The Doctor is at the mercy of Jack/TARDIS.
Awww, chaste Jack/Doctor love!
And the myth! It’s a lovely, more accurate myth!
I’m mem-ing this. And I’m going to dance the dance of joy now.
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“Come on, Sweetheart, don’t do this to me!” Jack mumbles as he frantically searches for a pulse and finds none. “You promised!” - Aw god that hurts in a wonderful way. I love the way Jack keeps falling back on the Doctor’s ‘promise’.
Oh god, tragic hologram message. It’s even more tragic than I’d anticipated. (Sorry to be annoying - much lesser extend exhausted me should be extent). This holo-message is nearly making me cry, it’s such beautiful, beautiful angst!
For once the ship simply moved from point A to point B like it is supposed to. Somehow that’s really sad. It’s like the TARDIS doesn’t have the spark to be deliberately annoying anymore.
Yay Gwen. I know that’s a controversial statement, but I still hold some affection for her when she isn’t humping Jack’s leg. I love how blank Jack is. Oooh, it always bugs me when the team get on their high-horse with him. Like in ‘Kiss, Kiss, Bang, Bang’. Jack deserves to be in charge in my eyes because he brought them all together and showed them this amazing world and the Hub is his house. So whenever they say they don’t need him I want to slap them all.
“Where’s your friend? Can’t you stay with him?”
Jack’s face remains empty.
“I wish I could,” he tells her. - Does he mean he wishes he could stay dead with the Doctor? If so then that is the saddest thing so far (though I expect that will change as I read further through this angst-fest). Even if he’s just wishing he could stay alive with the Doctor forever and always, it’s tragic.
when his friends thought he was reckless and asking for death in the old days they learn better now. I LOVE YOUR ANGST ABILITY.
He dreads the day Martha returns to Cardiff. I’m already visualising how awful it would be to have to break the news to her. Not just because of the pain it would cause her, but because of how much it would hurt Jack to talk about it.
Somewhere inside her twisted dimensions the Doctor is lying on his bed, washed and dressed in clean clothes, looking like he’s sleeping. - AWWWW. I can so imagine Jack going to check up on him, watching him ‘sleep’ and fooling himself for a precious moment.
Jack dreaming of the Doctor, reminiscing and laying with him = Beautiful.
God, I want to quote every single paragraph of this exquisite angst back at you. This is possibly my favourite story of all time.
One day Jack might see the universe end once again and he’ll watch the stars go out and wish for the Doctor to be there with him. - That is the best expression of Jack’s eternal devotion that I have ever read. I love the way you don’t spoon-feed the reader. Jack’s love/angst is shown in everything he does and says and thinks. You don’t just tell us, you show us with wonderful vivid images. Like this one:
Dressed in white, his slim form stretched out on this large bed the Doctor looks fragile and precious. Jack stares at him from his spot beside the door and doesn’t understand how he could ever touch him. - So obsessed and worshipful and of course the Doctor is dressed in white because he’s so holy to Jack now. Martyrs never get full respect until they’re gone, after all.
(Typo - “I understand it’s hart - Unless Capt John’s shown up to revel in Jack’s misery, that should probably be ‘hard’.)
He told me he’d survive and I believed him. Then he told me he was dead and I believed him again! - LOL! Coming straight from the angst this is euphoric!
All the doors leading to the Doctor, the dreams about him being alive… Looking back she hasn’t just flashed hints at him, she’s smashed them over his head. Trying to communicate with him in her limited way and he couldn’t see beyond the blood on his hands. - Go TARDIS, go TARDIS, go TARDIS… *dances* Ohhh, I’d forgotten the downside of bringing the Doctor back, that he’ll be wracked with guilt. I care about as much as Jack does right now. I’ll feel bad for him when I get there. I love the TARDIS so much. The Doctor is at the mercy of Jack/TARDIS.
Awww, chaste Jack/Doctor love!
And the myth! It’s a lovely, more accurate myth!
I’m mem-ing this. And I’m going to dance the dance of joy now.