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[item post || Roger Davis]
Apr. 11th, 2008 01:43 pmIt had been two years. Two years on this fucking island with no way off. Jack had sucked it up and gotten on with it, just like he always had. Two years after losing Grey, he'd signed up and gone to war. Not so glorious when he got to watch his best friend get tortured. Two years wiped from his memory by the Time Agency, sparking a vendetta like none other. Two years...and what did he get for his trouble.
He saw it sparkle in the sand as he came out of the water. A shimmer of silver that tempted him to come closer, to see what it was. He bent and picked it up and he knew without really having to think about it. It was the ring. The Ring. It was so much more than a sub-space radiation transmitter, guaranteed for five millennia through three ecological permalayers. It was so much more than a reminder of his tenure as a Time Agent. It was so much more than a reminder of that mission.
It was the closest thing to a wedding ring he'd ever had. He'd had a partner, once. A real partner. Not like House. Not like Rose or the Doctor. Not like anything anyone here could even compare to. No one here could possibly be as close as he and the other agent. Fighting, fucking, stealing, conning, torturing, killing. Jack had been a Very Bad Man, once upon a time...and there had been someone who had understood that more than anyone else in all of time or the universe.
He'd changed, being here for two years. He'd recognized that more than anyone else. He could feel the change deep in his bones. He hadn't had any other option. He didn't even remember when he'd stopped waiting for an escape and started believing his own lies. He'd been here long enough to be that guy he said he wasn't.
And then there was a silver ring with a dark green stone in his palm, reminding him just what kind of man he had been for most of his life.
He saw it sparkle in the sand as he came out of the water. A shimmer of silver that tempted him to come closer, to see what it was. He bent and picked it up and he knew without really having to think about it. It was the ring. The Ring. It was so much more than a sub-space radiation transmitter, guaranteed for five millennia through three ecological permalayers. It was so much more than a reminder of his tenure as a Time Agent. It was so much more than a reminder of that mission.
It was the closest thing to a wedding ring he'd ever had. He'd had a partner, once. A real partner. Not like House. Not like Rose or the Doctor. Not like anything anyone here could even compare to. No one here could possibly be as close as he and the other agent. Fighting, fucking, stealing, conning, torturing, killing. Jack had been a Very Bad Man, once upon a time...and there had been someone who had understood that more than anyone else in all of time or the universe.
He'd changed, being here for two years. He'd recognized that more than anyone else. He could feel the change deep in his bones. He hadn't had any other option. He didn't even remember when he'd stopped waiting for an escape and started believing his own lies. He'd been here long enough to be that guy he said he wasn't.
And then there was a silver ring with a dark green stone in his palm, reminding him just what kind of man he had been for most of his life.
