It seems that lately I can not write stories happy. This flashfic I have written today to cast but I was not convinced that it was publishable. Since the price of my beta is convinced of the contrary, here it is ...
Title: City View
Genre: somber, sad
Rating: Spoilers for all
: Children Of Earth
post Characters: Jack Harkness
N. words: 395
Genre: somber, sad
Rating: Spoilers for all
: Children Of Earth
post Characters: Jack Harkness
N. words: 395
Cardiff had not changed much. In the light of a hazy sun had been able to distinguish yards here and there and new buildings, but now that the wind had blown the clouds and the moon was reflected in the waters of the bay, the view was exactly as he remembered. Under him, the people came out theater and stood briefly in the light of the water tower, then head to the park or the bus stop. Someone stopped for a moment on the plate for many years that he had hidden the entrance overview of Torchwood without anything unusual happening. Roald Dahl Plass was rebuilt again, but street level under the rubble of the labyrinth of rooms and corridors that had formed the underground base had been sealed and abandoned.
A gust of wind made him shiver and shrugged his light jacket, unsuitable for winter weather in Wales. Not that made a difference, literally dying of cold was almost painless and return the body was compensating with a higher temperature than normal, but not would happen. Not for the short time that remained before the transport had found the right coordinates to pick it up and bring it back as far as possible from Earth.
intentionally not returned. The ship on which he was traveling had to make an unscheduled stop at the spaceport on the edge of the solar system and, after a stop at the bar, impulsively asked for a pass. Only once there he realized he does not know what to do. There was no one who could, or would like to, contact, and there was no place where it would have been welcome. So he wandered the streets for family members to arrive at the edge of the square and hung there, invested by the weight of too many memories. He had almost crossed the Plass race, had climbed on the roof of the Millennium Center and from there for hours he had observed the city and the people, ignorant as ever of the wonders and dangers that exist outside of their little world. The twenty-first century would soon change everything but the land would be taken by surprise because few were aware of what awaited them.
The lights flickered in the bay to become a stain indefinitely while his eyes filled with tears retained and the faces of many, too many people who had lost overlapped the city.
A gust of wind made him shiver and shrugged his light jacket, unsuitable for winter weather in Wales. Not that made a difference, literally dying of cold was almost painless and return the body was compensating with a higher temperature than normal, but not would happen. Not for the short time that remained before the transport had found the right coordinates to pick it up and bring it back as far as possible from Earth.
intentionally not returned. The ship on which he was traveling had to make an unscheduled stop at the spaceport on the edge of the solar system and, after a stop at the bar, impulsively asked for a pass. Only once there he realized he does not know what to do. There was no one who could, or would like to, contact, and there was no place where it would have been welcome. So he wandered the streets for family members to arrive at the edge of the square and hung there, invested by the weight of too many memories. He had almost crossed the Plass race, had climbed on the roof of the Millennium Center and from there for hours he had observed the city and the people, ignorant as ever of the wonders and dangers that exist outside of their little world. The twenty-first century would soon change everything but the land would be taken by surprise because few were aware of what awaited them.
The lights flickered in the bay to become a stain indefinitely while his eyes filled with tears retained and the faces of many, too many people who had lost overlapped the city.
End
December 10, 2010
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