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m_findlowTitle: Living for life
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: Spoilers for Big Finish audioplay "The lives of Captain Jack - The year after I died"
Author notes: Written for Challenge 281 - Fine at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Summary: Jack is relieved and a little shaken by his close brush with death. A double drabble.
Jack heaved a relieved breath as he slumped back against the locked door, glad to have the rest of the world shut away whilst he regained control of his emotions.
That stupid kid had nearly gotten him killing by stepping on that landmine. It was just lucky that so many of them had, after the war was over, been buried long enough to mess with their triggering mechanisms. It would have served her right getting blown up, for poking around and sticking her nose in his business. There was a reason he was holed up out here in the wastelands away from everybody.
He sucked in another breath, patting himself down as if to check he really was still in one piece. 'You're fine,' he told himself. 'Still alive. Shouldn't have tried to help that girl. You got a second chance, Jack. Don't screw it up.'
He really was okay. Freaking out about having nearly been killed was a perfectly normal reaction. Keeping away from all of planet Earth's survivors was just that - survival. They hadn't seen what he'd seen. Faced what he'd faced. He wanted to keep on living more than anyone. He'd be just fine on his own.
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: Spoilers for Big Finish audioplay "The lives of Captain Jack - The year after I died"
Author notes: Written for Challenge 281 - Fine at
drabble_weeklySummary: Jack is relieved and a little shaken by his close brush with death. A double drabble.
Jack heaved a relieved breath as he slumped back against the locked door, glad to have the rest of the world shut away whilst he regained control of his emotions.
That stupid kid had nearly gotten him killing by stepping on that landmine. It was just lucky that so many of them had, after the war was over, been buried long enough to mess with their triggering mechanisms. It would have served her right getting blown up, for poking around and sticking her nose in his business. There was a reason he was holed up out here in the wastelands away from everybody.
He sucked in another breath, patting himself down as if to check he really was still in one piece. 'You're fine,' he told himself. 'Still alive. Shouldn't have tried to help that girl. You got a second chance, Jack. Don't screw it up.'
He really was okay. Freaking out about having nearly been killed was a perfectly normal reaction. Keeping away from all of planet Earth's survivors was just that - survival. They hadn't seen what he'd seen. Faced what he'd faced. He wanted to keep on living more than anyone. He'd be just fine on his own.
