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51stcenturyfox) wrote2008-12-09 05:22 pm
51stcenturyfox) wrote2008-12-09 05:22 pm
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fic: "Knowledge" - Jack,Toshiko
Title: Knowledge
Author: 51stCenturyFox
Pairing: Jack/Toshiko
Rating: R for language only
Wordcount: ~350
Warnings: Language, spoilers for Captain Jack Harkness + Exit Wounds.
Notes/Summary: To know her was to love her. A remembrance.
--- crossposted to torchwood_decaf & Jack & Toshiko ----
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At a World War II dance hall in Cardiff, Toshiko Sato stood out the same way Jack Harkness did in the 21st Century, and in other times and places. Of the future. She held fast to her laptop as did he to his wrist strap; just a little bit too much trust in a reverse anachronism, both tool and trophy. Symbols of who they were.
Mother, beaming: "We're so proud of you, so proud"
"Honours graduate."
"Chosen one."
"If only your father could have seen what you've made of yourself."
Taking time aside from the pain and guilt he felt about another man's fate, he had checked her six at every opportunity. She was strong, resourceful and smart. And scared. He had noted the intrigued stares of the men and the jealous glances of the women.
"Who's that, then?"
Exotic.
Jack hated that word. Just a nice way of saying there's something different about you, different enough to mean you don't quite belong. Half the room can be fascinated by you, want to watch you, be with you, bed you...but you can still be wrong. Jack knew.
If they hadn't been able to get back, he would have taken care of her. Cherished her. Always.
On The Valiant, over months spent stretched and struggling and dying and reviving, chained, he thought of Toshiko and how she must have felt, locked away alone in that box, away from all she knew and loved. It would have been much worse for her, but they hadn't broken her either.
He wasn't about to let her down.
Of course, she had pined for Owen. Anybody with a set of eyes could see it, except the doctor himself, and that was so fucking hard. Jack knew. He had a Doctor too.
Those last words, impeccably hers, a warm, precise voice and a smile. It was her, yet two-dimensional, an image parsed in zeroes and ones. "And Owen... you never knew."
Jack raised a glass with a shaking hand. "You never knew either, Toshiko Sato."
You never knew how much you meant to me.
*
Author: 51stCenturyFox
Pairing: Jack/Toshiko
Rating: R for language only
Wordcount: ~350
Warnings: Language, spoilers for Captain Jack Harkness + Exit Wounds.
Notes/Summary: To know her was to love her. A remembrance.
--- crossposted to torchwood_decaf & Jack & Toshiko ----
click for plain text on a white background
At a World War II dance hall in Cardiff, Toshiko Sato stood out the same way Jack Harkness did in the 21st Century, and in other times and places. Of the future. She held fast to her laptop as did he to his wrist strap; just a little bit too much trust in a reverse anachronism, both tool and trophy. Symbols of who they were.
Mother, beaming: "We're so proud of you, so proud"
"Honours graduate."
"Chosen one."
"If only your father could have seen what you've made of yourself."
Taking time aside from the pain and guilt he felt about another man's fate, he had checked her six at every opportunity. She was strong, resourceful and smart. And scared. He had noted the intrigued stares of the men and the jealous glances of the women.
"Who's that, then?"
Exotic.
Jack hated that word. Just a nice way of saying there's something different about you, different enough to mean you don't quite belong. Half the room can be fascinated by you, want to watch you, be with you, bed you...but you can still be wrong. Jack knew.
If they hadn't been able to get back, he would have taken care of her. Cherished her. Always.
On The Valiant, over months spent stretched and struggling and dying and reviving, chained, he thought of Toshiko and how she must have felt, locked away alone in that box, away from all she knew and loved. It would have been much worse for her, but they hadn't broken her either.
He wasn't about to let her down.
Of course, she had pined for Owen. Anybody with a set of eyes could see it, except the doctor himself, and that was so fucking hard. Jack knew. He had a Doctor too.
Those last words, impeccably hers, a warm, precise voice and a smile. It was her, yet two-dimensional, an image parsed in zeroes and ones. "And Owen... you never knew."
Jack raised a glass with a shaking hand. "You never knew either, Toshiko Sato."
You never knew how much you meant to me.
*