Drabble: Right Place, Wrong Time

[unfeathered]

Title: Right Place, Wrong Time (Drabble)
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchood
Author: unfeathered
Pairing/Rating/Warnings: None
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: The Unquiet Dead
Disclaimer: Not mine. (Wish they were, though.)
Summary: Jack's arrival back on Earth in 1869



It was the roughest landing Jack had ever known. He groaned, and looked round. Snow, a smouldering building, an old guy in Victorian clothes. Gas lamps, horse-drawn vehicles. Nineteenth Century.

How had that happened? He checked his wrist but the co-ordinates were correct. Something had pulled him off course. And burned out his Vortex Manipulator.

It took a moment for that to sink in. No more time-travel. He was stuck in Victorian Britain, over a hundred years before he could expect to find a version of the Doctor who'd remember him. Jack would almost certainly never see the Doctor again.

Comments

[http://users.livejournal.com/_medley_/]

::winces:: Considering what probably pulled him off course, he might've gotten there just in time to see the TARDIS leave him *again.*

That last paragraph is just *wrenching.* I'm not sure what's worse: that he doesn't think he'll live to see the Doctor again or that he's yet to figure out what's happened to him. (I mean "wrenching" in a good way, or course. :))

[fandom-me.livejournal.com]

I really, really, like this.

The last line, in particular, just gets to me.

[darthhellokitty.livejournal.com]

I've got nothing to add to what the others said - this is good, and yeah, potential great angst!

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

oh poor Jack! Excellent drabble!

[adafrog.livejournal.com]

Well done.

[akeyoftime.livejournal.com]

Augh. I hadn't ever made the connection that 1869 Jack would have thought his odds of ever seeing the Doctor again had just gone way down. Talk about a desperate gambit - set co-ordinates for 20th century Earth and hope desperately. Oh Jack. But then, I suppose there was no other home to go to or to hope for, which is all the more heartwrenching.

[mad-jaks.livejournal.com]

Oh that just *hurts*

I may spam you this afternoon - I er left my writing pad behind and I'm feeling MEGA frustrated and restless