Drabble and a half: 1869

[unfeathered]

I woke up with this in my head this morning. Nice when that happens! :-)

Title: 1869
Fandom: Doctor/Torchwood
Author: unfeathered
Pairing: Jack Harkness/OFC
Rating: PG
Warnings: D/s
Word Count: 150 words
Spoilers: Utopia
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: What got Jack through when he ended up in 1969 Cardiff?
Beta: becky_h
Author’s Note: This is a companion to two other, previously unconnected, drabbles: Right Place, Wrong Time and Lick Here (my Userpic Drabble)

For chatona, because I couldn't come up with a birthday drabble for her and said I'd dedicate the next thing I wrote to her.



The collar was a gift from the widow who took him in after he landed in Cardiff in the early hours of Christmas morning, 1869. He was lost and flailing, trapped in a time – on a planet – that wasn't his, and he'd given up. He was slowly freezing to death in the snow by the time Hannah found him, long after sunrise, on her way to church.

She brought him home, warmed him with blankets and brandy and later with love. And in time, she gave him, if not hope, then at least some measure of calm and acceptance. Some peace.

She'd given him the collar as a tangible, physical symbol of being wanted, needed. He'd cherished it, a daily reminder that he had something, someone to live for.

It would be a long time yet before he found out that living was something he didn't have a choice about.

Comments

[aeron-lanart.livejournal.com]

Awww. At least he got found by a *nice* widow. And I love the idea of the collar (wasn't what I thought it would be from the other drabble).

[unfeathered]

Thank you! :-)

To be perfectly honest, I had absolutely nothing in mind when I mentioned a collar in the other drabble. But then I was thinking about it this morning, and this just happened.

[chatona.livejournal.com]

*bounces happily* *beams* 's very pretty and gorgeous and the last line just about kills me.

[unfeathered]

Very glad you like it! Sorry for just about killing you! *g*

[chatona.livejournal.com]

Hm, it's okay. I'll just get Jack to resuscitate me somehow ♥ I'm sure he'd do that. Right? *looks hopeful*

[unfeathered]

He'd absolutely do that. 'Course, it'd mean you having to kiss him. Still, sometimes sacrifices have to be made... *g*

[chatona.livejournal.com]

Awh, do I really have to? What a bother... *swoons happily*

[unfeathered]

*g*

[mad-jaks.livejournal.com]

She brought him home, warmed him with blankets and brandy and later with love
Just what he needs - though he doesn't always let himself enjoy it as much as he should - silly man

Great linkage :D

[unfeathered]

Thank you! :-)

And yes, I'm fairly sure he wouldn't have let himself enjoy it for very long - she probably had to get very firm with him... *g*

And damn it - my comment notifications seem to be absent again. :-(

[mad-jaks.livejournal.com]

my comment notifications seem to be absent again :(

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

It would be a long time yet before he found out that living was something he didn't have a choice about.

oh, OUCH. Wow that's a powerful line!

[unfeathered]

Thank you! *grins widely*

[phoenix64.livejournal.com]

Awww. *pets Jack*

[unfeathered]

Yeah, the poor guy has been through A LOT. :-)

[bedawyn.livejournal.com]

Oooh, this must be my day for discovering things I should have ages ago. A version of this is probably slipping into my personal canon as I type; I think I already had some of her relatives in my head, so this fits just perfectly. :-) And it just doesn't make sense for Jack to be as sane as he is without a few people like this that we haven't heard of to make up for all the trauma canon tells us about.

I love how soft the language is here; it really suits the emotion.

[unfeathered]

Yes, Jack is far too sane for what we've seen in canon! *g*

Thank you - glad you enjoyed it. :-)