Challenge 788 - Not always right
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m_findlowTitle: Not always right
Character: Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 788 - Wrong at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Jack was very wrong about one thing. A double drabble.
Jack struggled with the idea that he’d been wrong, thinking about it over and over again as the exhaust fumes filled the car, sending its two occupants into a soporific, slow death.
Of the three people who’d flown through the rift aboard the Sky Gypsy, Jack had assumed that John Ellis would be the one that would adapt the best. That was just what men of his vintage did. They’d lived through the war and come out the other side with all their fingers and toes intact, determined to carry on the lives they’d lived before the Germans had rolled across Europe in their tanks. They were stoic and never baulked at adversity. It was that old British adage of keeping calm and carrying on.
Except that John couldn’t. He was, like Jack, a man out of his own timeline. Where Jack had learned to cope with it because he had no other alternative, John wanted out. It wasn’t right for a man to live in the wrong time, and Jack felt that more keenly than he ever had, realising he was fooling himself to think that he belonged here any more than John Ellis did. Yet he had to keep living.
Jack struggled with the idea that he’d been wrong, thinking about it over and over again as the exhaust fumes filled the car, sending its two occupants into a soporific, slow death.
Of the three people who’d flown through the rift aboard the Sky Gypsy, Jack had assumed that John Ellis would be the one that would adapt the best. That was just what men of his vintage did. They’d lived through the war and come out the other side with all their fingers and toes intact, determined to carry on the lives they’d lived before the Germans had rolled across Europe in their tanks. They were stoic and never baulked at adversity. It was that old British adage of keeping calm and carrying on.
Except that John couldn’t. He was, like Jack, a man out of his own timeline. Where Jack had learned to cope with it because he had no other alternative, John wanted out. It wasn’t right for a man to live in the wrong time, and Jack felt that more keenly than he ever had, realising he was fooling himself to think that he belonged here any more than John Ellis did. Yet he had to keep living.
