I need help with a title.
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ericadawn16I hate coming up with titles. I feel like they're invariably suck or I'll at least one person who will tell me that so this time, I'm asking for help.
I've written a collection of post-COE stories. Some are no more than drabbles so I'm combining them into one big series which needs a title. The stories will feature the after COE reactions of Gwen, John, Jack, The Doctor, Ianto and Mica. It is NOT a "fix it" fic. I'm not undoing COE. My purpose was wondering what it would it take for Jack to be like the Jack we fell in love with again.
[Poll #1463443]
To give you a taste of the stories, here's a preview.
After a sniff or two, Rhi spoke again, “Still…I’ve never even seen you.”
Jack ran a finger over the steering wheel and thought about what to do next. Gwen was peering at him intently.
“You’re right, how about tonight?” he suggested into the speaker, “Buy you dinner?”
There was hesitation before she answered, “Alright then, if you know where it is, then pick me up in Johnny’s car. Otherwise, call me. I don’t want you picking me up in something flashy and making the neighbors talk.”
“Tonight it is…bye,” he agreed and ended the call, handing the mobile back to Gwen.
“How much are you going to tell her?” Gwen asked, still holding the papers.
“I don’t know,” he said, being honest. He needed to tell her which mortuary to deal with and the required things…but she deserved to know more than that; the truth about how her brother died. Putting the car in drive, he took off.
“Because she’s smart like Ianto. She figures things out and she already knows about aliens, even asked if this had to do with Daleks like last time,” the Welshwoman spoke and he studied the road.
“The twenty-first century is when it all changes,” he said as he passed a sedan full of laughing kids, “maybe this is it.”
“Except you always said we had to be ready and we weren’t,” Gwen complained and he saw how her gaze went to the backseat. Everytime he looked in his rearview mirror, he could see the body bag.
“And it was all my fault,” Jack mumbled. Unfortunately, she must have heard it.
“It was not. This is Torchwood. It’s a dangerous profession. We know that. We do it anyway because someone has to,” she told him and he gritted his teeth.
“Spare me the pep talk. I’m supposed to be the leader. I’m supposed to keep all of you in one piece and I haven’t. I’ve let four of you die. That’s four people who had favorite books, their whole lives ahead of them and people that loved them. I’m responsible. I should have pushed us harder or developed more equipment or…”
“It wasn’t your fault!” Gwen screamed at him; scaring him for a second, but he just couldn’t believe her.
“If I had just made him stay behind and not taken him to London with me,” he spoke in a hoarse tone, “he’d still be alive.”
It had been selfish on his part to let him come. He should have known the risks. They’d used an alien virus before. It was only because he liked having Ianto by his side. It just felt right. Ever since they had caught Myfanwy together, it had felt right and he hadn’t been able to remember the last time he felt like that. Maybe with Lucia…
“And he never would have let you get away with that. He’d have gone to London on his own to stand by your side. That man would have gone with you through anything because he loved you and you can’t love Jack Harkness without knowing the risks. He knew what that meant. He knew how long you’ve lived, what you’ve done and he loved you anyway,” Gwen told him and he could hear the tears in her voice.
“I know,” he said yet he couldn’t tell her how much it hurt. It physically hurt not to have him there.
Of course, if I could use one of the title that doesn't make it for the other Torchwood series I'm working on which is a crossover between it, Firefly and Pirates of the Caribbean.
Thanks!!!
I've written a collection of post-COE stories. Some are no more than drabbles so I'm combining them into one big series which needs a title. The stories will feature the after COE reactions of Gwen, John, Jack, The Doctor, Ianto and Mica. It is NOT a "fix it" fic. I'm not undoing COE. My purpose was wondering what it would it take for Jack to be like the Jack we fell in love with again.
[Poll #1463443]
To give you a taste of the stories, here's a preview.
After a sniff or two, Rhi spoke again, “Still…I’ve never even seen you.”
Jack ran a finger over the steering wheel and thought about what to do next. Gwen was peering at him intently.
“You’re right, how about tonight?” he suggested into the speaker, “Buy you dinner?”
There was hesitation before she answered, “Alright then, if you know where it is, then pick me up in Johnny’s car. Otherwise, call me. I don’t want you picking me up in something flashy and making the neighbors talk.”
“Tonight it is…bye,” he agreed and ended the call, handing the mobile back to Gwen.
“How much are you going to tell her?” Gwen asked, still holding the papers.
“I don’t know,” he said, being honest. He needed to tell her which mortuary to deal with and the required things…but she deserved to know more than that; the truth about how her brother died. Putting the car in drive, he took off.
“Because she’s smart like Ianto. She figures things out and she already knows about aliens, even asked if this had to do with Daleks like last time,” the Welshwoman spoke and he studied the road.
“The twenty-first century is when it all changes,” he said as he passed a sedan full of laughing kids, “maybe this is it.”
“Except you always said we had to be ready and we weren’t,” Gwen complained and he saw how her gaze went to the backseat. Everytime he looked in his rearview mirror, he could see the body bag.
“And it was all my fault,” Jack mumbled. Unfortunately, she must have heard it.
“It was not. This is Torchwood. It’s a dangerous profession. We know that. We do it anyway because someone has to,” she told him and he gritted his teeth.
“Spare me the pep talk. I’m supposed to be the leader. I’m supposed to keep all of you in one piece and I haven’t. I’ve let four of you die. That’s four people who had favorite books, their whole lives ahead of them and people that loved them. I’m responsible. I should have pushed us harder or developed more equipment or…”
“It wasn’t your fault!” Gwen screamed at him; scaring him for a second, but he just couldn’t believe her.
“If I had just made him stay behind and not taken him to London with me,” he spoke in a hoarse tone, “he’d still be alive.”
It had been selfish on his part to let him come. He should have known the risks. They’d used an alien virus before. It was only because he liked having Ianto by his side. It just felt right. Ever since they had caught Myfanwy together, it had felt right and he hadn’t been able to remember the last time he felt like that. Maybe with Lucia…
“And he never would have let you get away with that. He’d have gone to London on his own to stand by your side. That man would have gone with you through anything because he loved you and you can’t love Jack Harkness without knowing the risks. He knew what that meant. He knew how long you’ve lived, what you’ve done and he loved you anyway,” Gwen told him and he could hear the tears in her voice.
“I know,” he said yet he couldn’t tell her how much it hurt. It physically hurt not to have him there.
Of course, if I could use one of the title that doesn't make it for the other Torchwood series I'm working on which is a crossover between it, Firefly and Pirates of the Caribbean.
Thanks!!!
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Date: 2009-10-13 03:14 pm (UTC)...This is why I hate tiles. Why do they have to mean so much and be so hard to come up with? lol