Torchwood -- Farewell
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gracie_musicaTitle: Farewell
Date Written: 12/9/07
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dwtwprompts prompt: Tragedy
Rating: T
Word Count: 449
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Face of Boe, Ninth Doctor, Rose (mentioned), Jack/Ianto (mentioned), Doctor/all his companions (mentioned)
Spoilers: For The End of the Word, and for Last of the Time Lords
Warnings: None
Author's Notes: I know, I know, Davies said this isn't really Jack's history. But it's still fun to play.
The Doctor smiled as he put his hands on the glass case holding the Face of Boe. "Hello, old friend."
Doctor, the disembodied head replied, lips quirking into a smile. It's good to see you again.
"How have you been?"
Well enough. The Face gave him an appraising look. You are sad again, my friend. Remembering old times?
The Doctor smiled and nodded, looking down at the Earth. "So many fantastic memories. All to go up in flames any moment now."
Gone but not forgotten, I hope. That would be a true tragedy.
The two of them watched the doomed Earth for a few moments in silence. "Face of Boe, you poured money into this for years and years. Why is a little rock like this special to you?"
For the same reason it is special to you, Doctor. I have a history there.
The Doctor looked at the Face, a little stunned. Boe chuckled. I did not always look like this, my friend. There is someone buried in the Earth that I still care for, after all the years we have been apart.
"I didn't know. I'm sorry."
It is all right. We with longer spans of life have to come to terms with the fact that those we love will leave us sooner than we'd like. He has been gone for many, many years now.
"But you didn't want to let him go."
All things must die, Doctor. Even you; even me. He will be waiting for me when I pass... At least that is what I would like to think.
The Doctor patted the jar. "I'm sure he is."
You should find your Companion, my friend. It is almost time to see the explosion, and I think that young Rose would not want to miss this.
He gave the Face a confused look. "How did you--? Oh, you always seem to know things you shouldn't."
As do you, Doctor.
The Doctor laughed and patted the glass twice before hurrying off, looking for the blonde human he was traveling with.
The Face of Boe shook slightly from side to side, a serene smile on his face.
Later, when all the excitement was over and the Doctor and Rose had disappeared once again, he looked down at the Earth. The planet was a ball of molten rock, the now-formless continents and seas a blob red and orange, almost a negative of what they had been before. He watched, wishing he had his hands again so he could press them against the window pane. "Good-bye, Yan," he said softly to himself before closing his eyes and turning from the sight.
Date Written: 12/9/07
dwtwprompts prompt: Tragedy Rating: T
Word Count: 449
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Face of Boe, Ninth Doctor, Rose (mentioned), Jack/Ianto (mentioned), Doctor/all his companions (mentioned)
Spoilers: For The End of the Word, and for Last of the Time Lords
Warnings: None
Author's Notes: I know, I know, Davies said this isn't really Jack's history. But it's still fun to play.
The Doctor smiled as he put his hands on the glass case holding the Face of Boe. "Hello, old friend."
Doctor, the disembodied head replied, lips quirking into a smile. It's good to see you again.
"How have you been?"
Well enough. The Face gave him an appraising look. You are sad again, my friend. Remembering old times?
The Doctor smiled and nodded, looking down at the Earth. "So many fantastic memories. All to go up in flames any moment now."
Gone but not forgotten, I hope. That would be a true tragedy.
The two of them watched the doomed Earth for a few moments in silence. "Face of Boe, you poured money into this for years and years. Why is a little rock like this special to you?"
For the same reason it is special to you, Doctor. I have a history there.
The Doctor looked at the Face, a little stunned. Boe chuckled. I did not always look like this, my friend. There is someone buried in the Earth that I still care for, after all the years we have been apart.
"I didn't know. I'm sorry."
It is all right. We with longer spans of life have to come to terms with the fact that those we love will leave us sooner than we'd like. He has been gone for many, many years now.
"But you didn't want to let him go."
All things must die, Doctor. Even you; even me. He will be waiting for me when I pass... At least that is what I would like to think.
The Doctor patted the jar. "I'm sure he is."
You should find your Companion, my friend. It is almost time to see the explosion, and I think that young Rose would not want to miss this.
He gave the Face a confused look. "How did you--? Oh, you always seem to know things you shouldn't."
As do you, Doctor.
The Doctor laughed and patted the glass twice before hurrying off, looking for the blonde human he was traveling with.
The Face of Boe shook slightly from side to side, a serene smile on his face.
Later, when all the excitement was over and the Doctor and Rose had disappeared once again, he looked down at the Earth. The planet was a ball of molten rock, the now-formless continents and seas a blob red and orange, almost a negative of what they had been before. He watched, wishing he had his hands again so he could press them against the window pane. "Good-bye, Yan," he said softly to himself before closing his eyes and turning from the sight.
