Run Jack Run... & Find The Doctor

Jack had wondered for many months. After doing so, he finally got the courage to go back to Cardiff. The only down side, was his heart ached more than ever. He loved Ianto. The House of Dead had given him back, and he had to be taken away again. It was the first time he had ever truly told Ianto how he felt. It pained him greatly, because it was also to be the last time. He was so stupid for never actually opening his mouth. In the end, it cost him the only thing that had made him happy anymore.

 

Nothing he had done since was helping. In fact, all any of it did was cause a nasty migraine all the time. It just made him un-able to cope that much more. It was days like this, he wished he really could die. He closed his eyes and thought of Gwen. He remembered the look on her face.

 

"Are you ever coming back, Jack?"

"What for?"

 

Jack sighed and fumbled with his Vortex manipulator. He did not even know where the hell he was. He just knew, there seemed to be no-one here. No matter how far he walked, or how loud he yelled, he was completely, utterly alone. He still, had not found the Doctor. He figured the Time Lord was too ashamed to even come near him, let alone have to look, or talk to him. He was probably disgusted.

 

“Bastard” Jack whispered. He kicked something that resembled a stone, “You are a damn hypocrite!” He shouted, “You have done things similar to me, so why are you avoiding me?!” He screamed so loud, his voice cracked from the force. With a small sob like sound, he fell to his knees.

 

The Doctor was never going to come.

 

Jack wished more than ever, he would have just died beside Ianto. The feeling got stronger every time he knew he would never see that beautiful blue TARDIS.

 

Jack was dying inside, like he was being swallowed by darkness. It was just a shame, he would never really die.

 

Instead, he was just going to go mad. Immortality couldn’t fix that.