Challenge 810 - Nothing but trouble
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m_findlowTitle: Nothing but trouble
Character: Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 810 - Trouble at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Jack runs into an old foe that keeps popping up. A double drabble.
Jack tutted as he knelt down beside the recently deceased body, regretting the completely wasted life that his gun had helped to end. This job could be a right pain in the arse sometimes.
He checked over the body of the woman, sprawled in an unnatural position in a pool of her own blood, pulling away a lock of long black hair from her face and revealing something far more interesting. He reached toward her neck and fingered a silver chain until the charm dangling from it was in his hand.
He sighed, letting the ornate scrollwork of the silver locket brush the ridges of his thumb. ‘You again,’ he muttered, recognising it immediately. It wasn’t just any locket. Rather it was Object One – The Bad Penny – looking as innocuous as ever. Jack didn’t have to open it to feel the voices lingering inside it that would drive a person mad with the worst possible predictions for the future. That wasn’t its function, more a side effect. There were far worse things inside than voices.
‘You’ve caused nothing but trouble,’ Jack told it. ‘I thought I'd gotten rid of you the last time. What is it you want this time?’
Jack tutted as he knelt down beside the recently deceased body, regretting the completely wasted life that his gun had helped to end. This job could be a right pain in the arse sometimes.
He checked over the body of the woman, sprawled in an unnatural position in a pool of her own blood, pulling away a lock of long black hair from her face and revealing something far more interesting. He reached toward her neck and fingered a silver chain until the charm dangling from it was in his hand.
He sighed, letting the ornate scrollwork of the silver locket brush the ridges of his thumb. ‘You again,’ he muttered, recognising it immediately. It wasn’t just any locket. Rather it was Object One – The Bad Penny – looking as innocuous as ever. Jack didn’t have to open it to feel the voices lingering inside it that would drive a person mad with the worst possible predictions for the future. That wasn’t its function, more a side effect. There were far worse things inside than voices.
‘You’ve caused nothing but trouble,’ Jack told it. ‘I thought I'd gotten rid of you the last time. What is it you want this time?’
