On The Other Side [closed] {@the-human-one}
A year ago, Jack might have tried to avoid the Rift Storm. If they were still alive, if he was still the man he'd been then he would have tried to get away, or at least put up some kind of fight, but not now. When he felt the storm forming around him, he'd just closed his eyes, feeling it wash him into the tides of the ever-flowing time stream. He'd felt himself knocked off course by the reaction to his energy, that little spark of moments between time and space running through his blood hurled him into the either, setting him adrift in the space between worlds.Ā
He felt his body torn apart every moment, his very being feeling more like static on a television than a whole thing. He could see himself blinking in and out of existence, one small part of him hoping he would just fade completely. He could stop existing, stop hurting, stop feeling like it was all his fault. It wasĀ all his fault. He could be free from that, not that he deserved it. But then nothing was ever kind enough to grant that release to Jack Harkness. The Captain was a doomed soul, even between worlds.Ā
He bumped against something, just bumped it. Reaching out to touch whatever it might be, he pressed against it. Feeling it give way, he hardly understood what might be going on. He felt the tearing become more violent, feeling his flesh tear away and losing his senses all together. He couldn't be positive what happened next, whether he lost consciousness or just all ability to understand the world around him. What he did know, was that when his senses crashed back into him he was laying face down on a street, his lovely jacket and most of his clothing missing. He had his pants and the bottom half of his trousers, nothing else. He was cold, he could have been laying there for hours. Rolling over onto his back he looked up, listening for any signs of life. Was he alone? The shape over him suggested not.Ā
"Hello?" He managed to mumble out. "Where.. .am I?"Ā
