Rec: Held in Reserve by sorcha_gaia
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Title: Held In Reserve
Author:
sorcha_gaia
Genre: Drama, Horror, Episode Tag
Rating: R
Summary: How did Jack survive what Grey did to him?
Status: Complete
Length: Oneshot
Warnings: Horror, angst, gapfiller.
Comment or Excerpt from fic: How Jack kept himself sane while being buried alive. :( So sad...
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For the first century, Jack played games with himself. He made a list of all the lovers he could remember, which was a startlingly long list (even to him), given that he knew he’d forgotten some. Then he reconstructed what each of them looked like. Then he tried to remember everything he could about their likes, their dislikes. Then he tried to remember every conversation with each and every one of them, how they’d looked, how they’d said what they said, how they’d smelled. Like coffee and sea spray and the starch in his collars.
He refused to think of Ianto. He was saving him for later.
Surprisingly, the List of Lovers and All Things Pertinent to Same actually took a hundred years. That was a relief. Maybe he’d get through this only partially insane, not completely demented, like he feared.
Author:
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Genre: Drama, Horror, Episode Tag
Rating: R
Summary: How did Jack survive what Grey did to him?
Status: Complete
Length: Oneshot
Warnings: Horror, angst, gapfiller.
Comment or Excerpt from fic: How Jack kept himself sane while being buried alive. :( So sad...
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For the first century, Jack played games with himself. He made a list of all the lovers he could remember, which was a startlingly long list (even to him), given that he knew he’d forgotten some. Then he reconstructed what each of them looked like. Then he tried to remember everything he could about their likes, their dislikes. Then he tried to remember every conversation with each and every one of them, how they’d looked, how they’d said what they said, how they’d smelled. Like coffee and sea spray and the starch in his collars.
He refused to think of Ianto. He was saving him for later.
Surprisingly, the List of Lovers and All Things Pertinent to Same actually took a hundred years. That was a relief. Maybe he’d get through this only partially insane, not completely demented, like he feared.