Word Count: 7,737
Author's Summary: The Doctor had meant to find Jack earlier than this. Younger, less broken, but this was where the TARDIS had taken him. He only wanted to say goodbye, but it ended up so much more complicated than that. The Doctor and Jack find each other briefly, before being torn apart by the events at Lake Silencio. Jack tries to drown his grief with anger, while the Doctor keeps running.
Characters/Pairings: Jack Harkness, Eleventh Doctor, Mentions of other Canon Characters
Warnings: Angst, Character Study, Crossover, Hurt/Comfort
Recced because: Another phenomenal story from a phenomenal author! If you like your fic towards the Darker!Side fate_incomplete is one of the best authors out there for her stunning ability to reach into a characters darkest depths and yet spin a tale that not only draws those hidden aspects to the light, but it seems to make the character more of a WHOLE in a way you have never seen before. I'd like to think that's what sets apart each person/fiction I rec - the beautiful ways they have of seeing and drawing upon even one character alone that leaves you going 'Oh! I have never seen it quite that way before!' - and this author's fic does all that and more: This fiction is about loss and anger. Vengeance and forgiveness. Love and hate. And how those things can become so entwined, they can almost define us. But even those definitions are shallow once you start digging for what lies just underneath. This is a tale of two friends who have lost one another and yet keep finding each other - whether they wish to or not. It is about a love so deep that hate is the only way to wrench yourself from it, even as that hate drives you back to the source. There is no real way for me to describe this fiction and do it justice. Go. Read...you'll be glad you did.
The Doctor leant against the door frame, closing his eyes, the after image of the nebula swimming behind his eye lids. He let his thoughts drift, let them swirl, like the slow turn of the dust of the nebula.
So old, so very old.
Memories that were always so close to the surface came to him. Captain Jack Harkness, who for three months, had shown the Doctor something he had never let himself have, never let himself feel. He had tried so many times to lock those memories away, the pain, the joy, all mixed together so one was near indistinguishable from the other.
So very complicated, and he would have had it no other way.