http://quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] quitehomoerotic 2010-01-06 04:15 am (UTC)

Jack shook his head. He was sure there was nothing he could see, sure of it. "I don't, I can't--"

But quite against his words, he tried anyway. He glanced down at the floor and closed his eyes, focusing his thoughts. He thought about his life, and as he thought about it he realised so much of it seemed wrong. So much of his long life seemed to not make sense.

And then... then he saw the memories that mixed. He saw people, remembered people he knew, but then he remembered them again, and he was there, the Doctor. He remembered Martha and it wasn't Martha and that UNIT officer (why would it be, when he thought about it?) it was Martha and him.

But even then, it didn't make sense. He thought of his memories and saw them for what they were, but the longer he held each memory in his mind, the longer it seemed wrong. The longer it seemed like the Doctor should have been part of it. And these memories... they went back as long as it mattered. Right back to...

He opened his eyes sharply and looked at the Doctor. "You knew Rose?"

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