FIC: Idle Conversations - Number 7 (Torchwood, Gen, PG)

As I had lay there, I hear the technician mumbling to himself as he insert my IV. Since I doubt he was waxing Hamlet's "To be or not to be", I wondered who else in our lovely fandom worlds would do the same.; talk to him/herself or when they think they're alone The following I'll post during the week are just tiny drabbles, too short to be called fics. Everyone's seen and done drabbles at some point. Just dribbles of the brain; otherwise known as "drabbles". Just trying on as many fandoms as I can. Because I am out of practice. Hope you like. This journal needed to be filled with posts other than my homages to Bob Evan's open-faced pot roast in Lansing, MI. LOL.

Title: Idle Conversations: Number 7
Fandom: Torchwood
Author: Yuma
Pairing: none, gen
Rating: PG (pre-Teen)
Category: prompt, angst, hurt-comfort, mentions minor character death
Summary: Jack couldn't bear to think about it today. Or tomorrow. Or ever.
Spoilers: After season one "Out of Time". Mentions bits of season one. Vague bits though…
Word Count: 1400+ Complete
Disclaimer: Torchwood is owned by BBC, Russell T Davies, and their mutual affiliates. This is for entertainment purposes only.

( Jack folded his hands over his stomach, closed his eyes and pretended. He pretended he belonged here. He could feel disapproval on him though and he mentally shrugged. He never let that stop him before. )

* This beautiful icon of a man (eg) was created by bmshipper_arts. Lovely.

FIC: Idle Conversations - Number 7 (Torchwood, Gen, PG)

As I had lay there, I hear the technician mumbling to himself as he insert my IV. Since I doubt he was waxing Hamlet's "To be or not to be", I wondered who else in our lovely fandom worlds would do the same.; talk to him/herself or when they think they're alone The following I'll post during the week are just tiny drabbles, too short to be called fics. Everyone's seen and done drabbles at some point. Just dribbles of the brain; otherwise known as "drabbles". Just trying on as many fandoms as I can. Because I am out of practice. Hope you like. This journal needed to be filled with posts other than my homages to Bob Evan's open-faced pot roast in Lansing, MI. LOL.

Title: Idle Conversations: Number 7
Fandom: Torchwood
Author: Yuma
Pairing: none, gen
Rating: PG (pre-Teen)
Category: prompt, angst, hurt-comfort, mentions minor character death
Summary: Jack couldn't bear to think about it today. Or tomorrow. Or ever.
Spoilers: After season one "Out of Time". Mentions bits of season one. Vague bits though…
Word Count: 1400+ Complete
Disclaimer: Torchwood is owned by BBC, Russell T Davies, and their mutual affiliates. This is for entertainment purposes only.

( Jack folded his hands over his stomach, closed his eyes and pretended. He pretended he belonged here. He could feel disapproval on him though and he mentally shrugged. He never let that stop him before. )

* This beautiful icon of a man (eg) was created by bmshipper_arts. Lovely.