"He never was happy with her working period. Families and Torchwood have never made a good mix." His mind runs over the 'family' had. Lucia took Alice away, to save her from him, because in the end the fiery Italian knew that Jack was no good for her.
She was right.
He took the one thing from Alice he could never replace. And he did so while for the right reasons the motivation was purely selfish. Payback. He'd sacrifice his own flesh and blood to deal justice for taking away Ianto. It had nothing to do with the children, okay it had something to do with them, but mostly Jack just wanted to make them pay. And he did. But it cost him what little family, actual family he had left.
"Maybe. But in the end the wrongs are a far greater number. I always said I molded Torchwood in the Doctor's image. I wanted it to be something that he would be proud of. The Doctor would never have done some of the things we did. Maybe I can try again. Some day."
Jack laughs an actual laugh bright and happy. "What do you mean? You can't go traipsing 'round in my pants and an undershirt?" He teases feeling a bit more like himself, only a bit though. "I would think it would be better than going with nothing at all, even if nothing would be preferred by myself. Alright then. We'll go shopping tomorrow here in Cardiff. Then you pick. We'll go anywhere else you'd like. You're the one who hasn't been home in awhile."
Jack has the means the can go anywhere Ianto would like. He can afford to buy him whatever clothes he'd want. He was heavily compensated by the government for their 'error in judgment', as though they could buy him off with a consolation prize for taking from him every thing he worked so hard for, everything that ever mattered. He had yet to even spend a dime of the money. He'd been living this whole time on the savings he had from his years of employment, quite frugally he might add and well below his means. He could do much better than this run down shit hole apartment. He just didn't see the need to bother.
If he cared to look he might find that he may even have enough money between his 'life savings' and the compensation package to single handedly rebuild Torchwood on his own. He never has cared much to look.
"I can go out on my own tomorrow if you like and get you something? Just to start." He murmurs softly. It isn't often these days he volunteers to do much of anything. He surprises himself by making the offer.
In fact, it was just by some strange luck he happened to be out at all the day before. Having decided his cramped apartment was suffocating him and wanting to get out for a bit was one of the best decisions he'd made in a long time. It won him this. This man who isn't his, but still treats him like he could be.
The immortal's rare venture out into the 'real' world rewarded. Maybe Ianto is right. Maybe the universe does need him to be /himself/. Maybe a random trip to the park to clear his head wasn't so random after all.
Who knows.
Jack does know that it's been a long time since he felt like he was alive, and if it takes a 'ghost' to help him? Who is he to ignore the offering.? He has eternity. One could argue that eternity living hollow and broken really isn't living at all. Up until now Jack would have argued that it didn't matter. That no matter what he'd go on. He'd be fine. He might be able to be persuaded to think otherwise and the Welshman is the perfect person to do so.
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She was right.
He took the one thing from Alice he could never replace. And he did so while for the right reasons the motivation was purely selfish. Payback. He'd sacrifice his own flesh and blood to deal justice for taking away Ianto. It had nothing to do with the children, okay it had something to do with them, but mostly Jack just wanted to make them pay. And he did. But it cost him what little family, actual family he had left.
"Maybe. But in the end the wrongs are a far greater number. I always said I molded Torchwood in the Doctor's image. I wanted it to be something that he would be proud of. The Doctor would never have done some of the things we did. Maybe I can try again. Some day."
Jack laughs an actual laugh bright and happy. "What do you mean? You can't go traipsing 'round in my pants and an undershirt?" He teases feeling a bit more like himself, only a bit though. "I would think it would be better than going with nothing at all, even if nothing would be preferred by myself. Alright then. We'll go shopping tomorrow here in Cardiff. Then you pick. We'll go anywhere else you'd like. You're the one who hasn't been home in awhile."
Jack has the means the can go anywhere Ianto would like. He can afford to buy him whatever clothes he'd want. He was heavily compensated by the government for their 'error in judgment', as though they could buy him off with a consolation prize for taking from him every thing he worked so hard for, everything that ever mattered. He had yet to even spend a dime of the money. He'd been living this whole time on the savings he had from his years of employment, quite frugally he might add and well below his means. He could do much better than this run down shit hole apartment. He just didn't see the need to bother.
If he cared to look he might find that he may even have enough money between his 'life savings' and the compensation package to single handedly rebuild Torchwood on his own. He never has cared much to look.
"I can go out on my own tomorrow if you like and get you something? Just to start." He murmurs softly. It isn't often these days he volunteers to do much of anything. He surprises himself by making the offer.
In fact, it was just by some strange luck he happened to be out at all the day before. Having decided his cramped apartment was suffocating him and wanting to get out for a bit was one of the best decisions he'd made in a long time. It won him this. This man who isn't his, but still treats him like he could be.
The immortal's rare venture out into the 'real' world rewarded. Maybe Ianto is right. Maybe the universe does need him to be /himself/. Maybe a random trip to the park to clear his head wasn't so random after all.
Who knows.
Jack does know that it's been a long time since he felt like he was alive, and if it takes a 'ghost' to help him? Who is he to ignore the offering.? He has eternity. One could argue that eternity living hollow and broken really isn't living at all. Up until now Jack would have argued that it didn't matter. That no matter what he'd go on. He'd be fine. He might be able to be persuaded to think otherwise and the Welshman is the perfect person to do so.