Rec: The Shadow of Death
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calufraxStory: The Shadow of Death
Author: Gillian Taylor
Rated: All Ages
Word count: 7780
Author’s summary: You can't change the past. Can you? And, if you do, can you live with the consequences?
Characters/Pairings: Jack Harkness, Rose Tyler, The Doctor (9th)
Warnings: None
Reason for Recommendation: I love a good OT3 fic, whether overtly shippy or - as in the episodes and this story - subtext. But that’s not why I’m recommending this one - well, it’s not the only reason. Far from it. Gillian Taylor is known, deservedly so, for good, solid plotting as well as excellent characterisation, and in particular she’s a master at twisty timey-wimey stuff. Imagine a situation where someone you love is killed, because of your mistake. Now, imagine that you had the power to change things so that your loved one didn’t die. Now... imagine the consequences. Can you ever really undo the past? And what if undoing it is only the start of the nightmare?
“Jack,” an unfamiliar voice says from somewhere behind him. Nothing else, just his name.
His body tenses for a moment as he tries to strain his senses. There’s a lull in the bombing, but his ears feel numb. Too much noise in too little time has hampered his hearing. He won’t be able to tell who is behind him, let alone how many, through hearing alone.
There hasn’t been any shooting yet. He’s still alive. Taking his life into his hands, he spins on his heel, readying himself to dodge or to attack as needed. All thoughts of fighting dissipate as he looks at the unthreatening — but somehow familiar — figure in front of him.
The suit looks good on him. Lanky figure, a shock of rumpled brown hair. A take on the classic geek look, he supposes, especially with the addition of those Chucks. But much as the man cuts a fine figure, it’s his eyes that capture his attention. He knows those eyes. He knows the soul that’s looking back at him. But how’s that possible?
He remembers holding him — but wasn’t it Rose? — a few hours ago. He — no, she — was dead.
Author: Gillian Taylor
Rated: All Ages
Word count: 7780
Author’s summary: You can't change the past. Can you? And, if you do, can you live with the consequences?
Characters/Pairings: Jack Harkness, Rose Tyler, The Doctor (9th)
Warnings: None
Reason for Recommendation: I love a good OT3 fic, whether overtly shippy or - as in the episodes and this story - subtext. But that’s not why I’m recommending this one - well, it’s not the only reason. Far from it. Gillian Taylor is known, deservedly so, for good, solid plotting as well as excellent characterisation, and in particular she’s a master at twisty timey-wimey stuff. Imagine a situation where someone you love is killed, because of your mistake. Now, imagine that you had the power to change things so that your loved one didn’t die. Now... imagine the consequences. Can you ever really undo the past? And what if undoing it is only the start of the nightmare?
“Jack,” an unfamiliar voice says from somewhere behind him. Nothing else, just his name.
His body tenses for a moment as he tries to strain his senses. There’s a lull in the bombing, but his ears feel numb. Too much noise in too little time has hampered his hearing. He won’t be able to tell who is behind him, let alone how many, through hearing alone.
There hasn’t been any shooting yet. He’s still alive. Taking his life into his hands, he spins on his heel, readying himself to dodge or to attack as needed. All thoughts of fighting dissipate as he looks at the unthreatening — but somehow familiar — figure in front of him.
The suit looks good on him. Lanky figure, a shock of rumpled brown hair. A take on the classic geek look, he supposes, especially with the addition of those Chucks. But much as the man cuts a fine figure, it’s his eyes that capture his attention. He knows those eyes. He knows the soul that’s looking back at him. But how’s that possible?
He remembers holding him — but wasn’t it Rose? — a few hours ago. He — no, she — was dead.
