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WhiteoutShe was dying. Sort of. Was she? She didn't like to think about it. She didn't want to think, need to think. Just to do. Just to wait. Wait a bit longer.Whiteout by ~Super-Skitty
She was alive. She was so... alive.
The bullet wound in her chest said otherwise.
BANG. BANG. BANG. More wounds. She shrieked, her body arcing automatically. Shit. Shit. It hurts. It hurts like hell.
Hell. Hell, no, not Hell. She was never going back there. He could not - would not - kill her.
She was covered, drenched in her own blood. And it hurt, so much, but she fought past it to raise her head. Look, boss. I'm still here. You can't save her, because you can't kill me.
He stared at her in horrified incredulity, and she smirked at his expression. It took a lot to spook a man like him. He said something into his comm that she didn't catch, though she strained to hear. All she had to do was get up and give him what for - kill off the rest of the team if she had to. Anything to stay alive.
She liked him, to be honest. Ev
[Torchwood] Lethal Foresight: Choking BreathChapter 7[Torchwood] Lethal Foresight: Choking Breath by ~paradoxmachine
“Do you ever get the feeling you’re being watched?” Ianto said, as they sped along the country roads, swerving around the few other cars when it was necessary.
“All the time,” said Jack. “All I have to do is step outside, and immediately everyone is staring at me.”
“That’s fair,” said Ianto. “But actually I was leading up to an eerie reveal.”
“Right, because someone’s hiding in the back seat,” Jack said flippantly.
“Yes sir,” said Ianto. “Just thought you should know.”
Jack grinned, adjusting the rear view mirror just in time to see the flash of silver before the creature’s arms were around him. It covered his mouth, claws digging into his forehead, cheek, and neck.
“This is my car, you asshat,” said Victor, his snarling face pressed against Jack’s ear. “You can’t just take peoples
The Fall of SpringIn the 21st century, spring was a time of rebirth. The sun came up from the skies, the wind would rise. The flowers would bloom again and the trees would bud. It was as if all around the world, the biological clock of nature and humans said, "it's time!"The Fall of Spring by ~vertigoevie
Jack, however, never once understood this concept. The whole "spring feel" was as alien to him as a Dalek or a Slitheen. He could barely remember a day in his long lived life that was a happy, worry-free spring day. First it was waiting in fear of invaders on their Boeshane Peninsula. Then came the terrorizing attack in which he lost Gray. Somewhere down the line, Jack found out that first time he'd died had been in the springtime. And the last time was when he left Earth for good.
Spring. What was that but a name for a period of time? It was truly and surely a misnomer. Fall, on the other hand, it meant everything. Dying. The leaves, the trees, the flowers, the weather. His heart. After all, September 2009 of the 456 was in the
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