http://quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] quitehomoerotic 2010-01-06 05:06 am (UTC)

Jack felt his heart drop a little as the Doctor moved away. He didn't know why it mattered so much, not really.

But no... no if he thought about it, he knew exactly why it mattered. It seemed ridiculous to him, utterly ridiculous, but when he looked at it, when he really looked, he knew it was real, as unbelievable as it might seem.

He took comfort though in the fact that as he cleared his mind, the memories faded. He saw the last few months again as him alone. Alone was painful, but he was used to that. Seeing what he wanted (did he want that) as a reality he couldn't even remember... that was so much harder.

"Yeah," Jack said softly, "yeah."

With a heavy breath he looked at the manipulator. The chip. He thought about the chip.

And he remembered.

"Oh no." His face paled. "Oh no. I have to go. I have to get out of here. Really, I have to get out of here right now."

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