Challenge 900 - Ashes to ashes
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m_findlowTitle: Ashes to ashes
Character: Jack, Gwen, Ianto, Martha
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 900 - Dust at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Jack can't bring himself to grieve the same way as everyone else. A double drabble.
‘Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…’ The words were intoned with such solemnity that they washed over Jack entirely unnoticed. He felt disembodied, as if he wasn't here at all, and wishing he weren't.
He could see Gwen standing between Rhys and Martha, tears forming a constant stream as they spilled silently down her face. Martha had equal rivers of wetness running down her own. Jack couldn't even bear to look at Ianto, but he knew what he'd see if he did. There'd be tears there too, but they'd be stoically welled in place, refusing to fall lest that burst the emotional dam.
It was terrible enough that Jack had to be here, facing up to the reality that he was responsible for the deaths of his two dear friends. It was unbearable to think that the others should have to suffer along with him. Jack was going to have to watch everyone he knew die, most well before their time and in horrible, painful ways.
There were no ashes, no dust to scatter to the winds. There weren't even bodies in the caskets being lowered into the earth – nothing to properly mourn but the absence of anything at all.
‘Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…’ The words were intoned with such solemnity that they washed over Jack entirely unnoticed. He felt disembodied, as if he wasn't here at all, and wishing he weren't.
He could see Gwen standing between Rhys and Martha, tears forming a constant stream as they spilled silently down her face. Martha had equal rivers of wetness running down her own. Jack couldn't even bear to look at Ianto, but he knew what he'd see if he did. There'd be tears there too, but they'd be stoically welled in place, refusing to fall lest that burst the emotional dam.
It was terrible enough that Jack had to be here, facing up to the reality that he was responsible for the deaths of his two dear friends. It was unbearable to think that the others should have to suffer along with him. Jack was going to have to watch everyone he knew die, most well before their time and in horrible, painful ways.
There were no ashes, no dust to scatter to the winds. There weren't even bodies in the caskets being lowered into the earth – nothing to properly mourn but the absence of anything at all.
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Date: 2026-01-18 10:53 am (UTC)