quitehomoerotic | Drabble meme, for rude_not

I've been roaming around
Always looking down at all I see
Painted faces, build the places I cant reach

You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody

Someone like you, And all you know, And how you speak
Countless lovers under cover of the street

You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you

Off in the night, while you live it up, I'm off to sleep
Waging wars to shape the poet and the beat
I hope it's gonna make you notice
I hope it's gonna make you notice
Someone like me
Someone like me
Someone like me, somebody

"Why do you do it, Jack?"

"Do what?"

"All of it? Who are you trying to prove yourself to"

Why do I do it, they ask. Well, Gwen asks. Why do I stand here, why do I stay here. Why is it that now, on a freezing cold (and really I mean freezing cold) night in Cardiff I'm standing on the top of a roof in the middle of the city surveying it like I'm waiting for something or waiting for someone.

Oh am I waiting for someone.

You know someone told me once that it'd be a hundred years before I found him and I thought... sure, whatever. But it has been. It's been over that, and for some damn reason I'm still here waiting.

Guess that makes me a bit obsessive doesn't it? Yeah well you would be too. See he's not just anybody, this guy I'm waiting for. He's a Doctor. The right kind of Doctor and I know that one day I'll see him again. I just know it. And when I do, he'll have answers for me. And trust me, have I got questions that need answering.

I don't just stand up here because it makes me look good. I mean, sure, it does, but that's just a perk. I'm watching. I'm waiting for him. Because if he comes, when he comes, I don't plan on missing him. I'll be ready.

Up here I can see. I can see the sky. I've been up there, you know, among the stars. Used to sail through them without a care in the world. And that's where he'll come from, when he does. Maybe I'll spot him. Maybe I'll spot a little blue box in the sky.

I can see the streets too. All the people that rush around with their little lives. I'm not one of them. I can't see things that small. So up here? This is where I am. This is who I am, somewhere in between. Guess it's a metaphor for my life. Stuck on the top of a roof, going nowhere.

You might think I should move on, but trust me you wouldn't say that if you knew him. The things he knows, the things he says, the things he does. Out there sailing the universe while I'm stuck down here waiting. I guess he's having fun, whatever he's doing. Least I hope he is.

And why do I do it? Why do I do Torchwood? Why do I try and act like some big hero? Well, it looks good on me, you've got to agree. Some people have it and some people don't, and oh baby I do.

But between you and me? Guess I'm hoping he might spot it. Wherever he is, guess I think he might notice. Maybe he'll see the things I'm doing, things I'm doing in his name.

Then maybe that's when he'll come back. Think I'd like that.

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