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FIC: Learning to Say Goodbye (5/5)

FIC: Learning to Say Goodbye
Author: NightRider
Beta: The wonderful starxd_sparrow
Rating: PG for angst
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Doctor Who or Torchwood. What a pity!
Characters: Tenth Doctor, Jack Harkness, and Martha Jones with discussions of the Torchwood team
Spoilers: The second season of Torchwood, especially Exit Wounds
Summary: Jack has difficulty coping following a great loss. This story is loosely based on the five stages of grief.
A/N This was written for the comfort challenge on tw_dw_slashfest.





Acceptance

The Doctor left at the first light of day and did not return. Jack supposed he should count himself lucky that the Doctor stayed at all.

Hours turned to days and days soon bled into weeks. There was some sense of normalcy returning to Jack’s life. It wasn’t that it was getting easier – no, it would take decades for that, if it ever happened at all. It was just getting tolerable. He no longer strained to hear Tosh’s agile fingers tapping away at her keyboard. He didn’t wait for Owen’s acerbic retort after he issued an order to his team. He’d even managed not to burn the personnel files of prospective replacements. Ianto had put them on his desk a few weeks ago, explaining they’d been sent from Headquarters; Jack merely threw them out after uttering several expletives encompassing his feelings about upper management. The files miraculously reappeared on the meeting room table - a more neutral location - a few days after he’d pitched them.

“A friend to see you,” Ianto informed him, appearing at his office door. It was a woman who needed no introduction.

“Martha Jones,” Jack said happily, pushing away from his desk and standing.

“Hello, Jack,” she returned easily. She returned Jack’s affectionate embrace that lingered but wasn’t awkward.

“What brings you to Cardiff?” he asked as he reached out to take her coat. Unfortunately in their line of business, there was little time for pleasantries. If she’d come to him, there had to be a reason.

He’d spoken to Martha once since Owen and Tosh had died. It was a brief call where Martha offered her condolences. Traveling with the Doctor had done many things to Martha, some good and some bad. She’d grown wise beyond her years, and she knew grief could be a very private affair.

“I thought I’d offer my services,” she replied, “temporarily, of course.”

Jack was caught between profound gratitude and astonishment. He’d jokingly tried to recruit her from UNIT before, but it was obvious that she adored her job and had no intention of leaving any time soon.

Unsure of what to say, he simply asked, “Why?”

“You need a doctor,” she said honestly.

The words ‘you have no idea’ almost flew from his mouth, but he bit his tongue before that admission escaped.

“Your team needs a doctor,” she amended. “It’s no secret how dangerous our –“ Martha struggled to find the right words, and eventually she just shrugged. “It will buy you some time, anyway.”

Jack raised his eyebrow in response, and she continued, “At least this way you won’t have to rush into a decision. You can hire someone on your terms, someone who will be a good fit for your team.”

Confused and befuddled by the generous offer, Jack said the only thing he could think of: “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me just yet,” Martha replied, poking him playfully in the ribs. “You haven’t seen my salary.”

“Worth every cent,” Jack replied. Martha’s teasing smile was infectious and he found his mouth curving into a grin.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Jack was standing on the far side of the Plass, his eyes glued to the churning bay, yet seeing nothing. He was surprised at how quickly, yet again, Martha had adapted to his smaller team. She lightened the heavy mood with her quick wit and soothed weary hearts with her gentle patience, yet she also seemed to know when it was time to stay away.

It felt good to have someone amongst them who hadn’t been there, who hadn’t witnessed those terrible events leading up to the untimely deaths of their teammates. What was more, Martha hadn’t asked any questions. Of course she had access to UNIT’s files so Jack knew she’d read about it, but reading and seeing were far different things, that much Jack knew. You could study World War II, you could read about the Black Death, but not even the best writers of the centuries could begin to capture what it felt like to live through those tragedies, to see that much senseless death, that much unadulterated hate.

Naturally, Martha had proven much more than a temporary replacement despite the invaluable support she’d been on their recent missions. She’d gone shopping with Gwen and stood quietly aside when Gwen showed Jack the sexy outfit she’d bought to wear for Rhys. Gwen giggled - it was a beautiful sound - when Jack told her Rhys would love it.

Martha watched some classic films with Ianto that he had in his collection and even listened to him ramble on about how much Owen hated those artistic pictures. She’d held him when he broke down in tears moments later.

She’d helped in ways Jack couldn’t even begin to imagine, in ways he’d been unable to do himself.

“Penny for your thoughts?” a familiar voice asked.

“They’re not worth that much,” Jack replied. He became aware of the brush of the Doctor’s coat against his arm and wondered how long the Time Lord had been standing there.

“I wouldn’t say that,” the Doctor said. “Some people value your opinion - many people, in fact.”

Jack stared at the sea as if seeing it for the first time with crystal clarity. “You sent her.” It wasn’t a question.

The Doctor’s arms slid off the railing, no doubt finding their way into the ‘bigger on the inside’ pockets of his coat. “No, I didn’t send her,” the Doctor replied after several minutes had passed.

“Don’t lie to me,” Jack said quietly, his eyes never leaving the expanse of the sea.

“I didn’t,” the Doctor repeated. A soft sigh soon followed. “I asked her to come.”

The Doctor’s honesty and bluntness was unexpected. Jack was used to playing mental gymnastics every time the Time Lord appeared on his doorstep. He figured today would be no different.

Taking advantage of the Doctor’s uncharacteristic candor, Jack continued, “Why?”

The Doctor leaned against the railing, his back pressed against the metal bar. “Because your team needed a doctor.”

“Professionally or personally?”

The Doctor shrugged, and Jack risked glancing at him out of the corner of his eye. The Doctor was studying the ground, his trainer toeing a stray pebble. “Both.” Even though the Doctor wasn’t to up to his usual standard of evasion, his thought process was, as always, difficult to follow.

“But you’re a Doctor,” Jack said. The Doctor had helped him immeasurably these last few months, why had he sent Martha now?

“I’m not human, Jack.”

Jack was beginning to hate that familiar argument that seemed to crop up in far too many of their conversations. He turned so he could fully look at the Doctor. “You’re also stating the obvious.”

“Martha has some semblance of knowledge of what Ianto and Gwen are going through. Anyway, your team needed a doctor sooner rather than later. Someone’s got to dissect those aliens, after all.” The Doctor caught Jack’s gaze. “Someone who’s actually passed their exams.”

“So in keeping with that whole not-human train of thought, why did you come to me?” Jack asked. He saw the Doctor’s breath die in his throat and he mentally prepared himself for the runaround. After several minutes passed, Jack figured he just wasn’t going to answer him.

“You’re different.”

Unable to resist the snide retort, Jack said, “Oh, we’re back to that again, are we?”

The Doctor, for the first time since he’d interrupted Jack’s attempt to drown himself in a bottle of vodka, glared at him. “You are different,” the Doctor said, his voice low and clipped, but didn’t hold the warning edge of the Oncoming Storm.

“I’m a fact,” Jack said, repeating the words the Doctor told him lifetimes ago.

“It’s a fact you’re different.”

Jack raised his eyebrows in confusion. “What?”

“Martha has seen so much,” the Doctor said, his voice barely a whisper. “Too much, and I blame myself for that.”

“Doctor, she doesn’t –“ The cool glare from the other man caused Jack’s mouth to snap shut.

“Despite all she’s seen and done, there is so much left in this Universe that she’s never experienced. Things that, hopefully, she’ll never have to.”

“Yeah, like what?” Jack asked.

The Doctor lifted his hand and began ticking off his fingers. “Never fought in a war that she thought would never end, never dragged a body of a comrade ten miles to the nearest medical tent only to realize he died four miles back, never issued an order that she knew would take the life of someone she loved, never –“

“I get it,” Jack said, lifting his hand to stop the Doctor’s tirade. Hidden wounds bled anew, but yes, Jack had done those terrible things – more than once. “So were you going somewhere with this?” he snapped.

“Have you heard of Henri Amiel?” the Doctor asked.

“He was a Swiss philosopher, and I fail to see what he has to do with this conversation,” Jack replied, his patience wearing thin.

The Doctor turned and started walking away, his voice drifting across the wind. “'We only understand that which is already within us.'”

Jack watched him go, the soft-spoken quote permeating his addled brain. For the second time that night, he had a moment of sparkling clarity. The Doctor understood because he’d been there. The Doctor understood because he’d done those terrible things, he’d fought in battles that couldn’t be won, and he’d lost so many he’d loved. The Doctor understood the impossibilities of Jack’s life, the burden of immortality, the responsibility of being a leader. The Doctor understood things that no human could ever hope to. He simply understood.

“Doctor, wait!” Jack called as he started jogging after the Time Lord who had disappeared out of sight. “Wait a second!” He strained to hear the telltale sounds of the TARDIS dematerializing and prayed he wasn’t too late.

Jack rounded the corner and nearly collided with the Doctor who was casually leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

“That was fast,” the Doctor commented, glancing at his wrist as if checking a watch.

“My running?” Jack asked after taking several deep breaths.

“Your comprehension,” the Doctor replied, his hands disappearing into his pockets once more.

“You seemed like you were in a rush to get out of here,” Jack said, leaning against the wall next to his friend. “I didn’t expect to trip over you when I turned that corner.”

“I was going for dramatic. Anyway, a quote that good should be uttered through the wind,” the Doctor explained, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“I hate to break it to you, but you – this you – is always dramatic,” Jack said, his heart thawing underneath the familiar banter.

“You’ll always be a stupid ape to me.”

Jack laughed, his shoulder bumping playfully against the Doctor’s. When he reopened his eyes moments later, Jack noticed the TARDIS for the first time.

“I get it now,” Jack said quietly. “You understand.” The Doctor nodded, and Jack wished that type of understanding on no one. Not even a Time Lord could change the past, their past.

The Doctor pushed off the wall, and for a second his insurmountable age showed in his movements. “I should be –“

“Thank you,” Jack said in a rush. “Everything you’ve done for me, the way you handled it all in stride. I can’t –“ He fumbled, words evading him, as he tried to provide some type of thanks that even came close to expressing his gratitude for what the Doctor had done for him.

“Don’t mention it,” the Doctor replied, pushing off the thanks with practiced ease. He reached out his hand, and Jack stared at the offered handshake. Shaking his head, he pulled the Doctor into an affectionate embrace.

“Next time you need –“ Jack paused, his breath warm against the Doctor’s ear – “some understanding, you know where to find me.”

The Doctor stepped away and gave him a mildly interested look. “Are you flirting with me?”

Jack laughed, but his tone was serious. It had been awhile since he’d felt like flirting. “On any other day, yes, but you know what I mean. There are a lot of things that I don’t understand about you, that I’ll probably never understand, but I know what grief feels like. And if you ever need me –“

The Doctor’s expression was unreadable but still kind. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

“Yeah,” Jack agreed.

The Doctor turned and retreated to the TARDIS, giving a final wave before he closed the door behind him. Jack felt the wind on his face and soon he was staring at an empty alleyway.

Jack had to admire the Doctor’s optimism when he said he hoped it wouldn’t come to that. Unfortunately, they both would knew it would. That was the life they both led. Whether it be another war, an invasion, a terrible disease, or simply the unbeatable and formidable enemy known as Time, they would experience loss again. Nothing could be done about that. But there was something else, another emotion creeping into the back of Jack’s mind – acceptance. He hadn’t asked the Doctor for absolution or even forgiveness. What he needed, the Doctor had given freely.

There were some things Jack couldn’t change. He knew he couldn’t stop living. The Doctor had reminded him of something else. He couldn’t stop trying either.

“Henri Amiel, huh?” Jack said aloud, shaking his head. He recalled another quote he’d heard at some point during his travels on Earth. A man without passion is only a latent force, only a possibility, like a stone waiting for the blow from the iron to give forth sparks.

“Wise man,” Jack murmured as he started walking back to the Hub.

He wasn’t referring to the philosopher.

~Finished~

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vail_kagami
Sep. 4th, 2008 02:34 am (UTC)
First things first:
it was obvious that she adored her job and no intention of leaving any time soon.
Word missing between 'and' and 'no', perhaps?

Now, for the squee: I adore Martha so much here! She's a saint, and a witty one on top of it.

“No, I didn’t send her,” the Doctor replied after several minutes had passed.
“Don’t lie to me,” Jack said quietly, his eyes never leaving the expanse of the sea.
“I didn’t,” the Doctor repeated. A soft sigh soon followed. “I asked her to come.”

Some great lines here!

Also, the entire Jack-Doctor interaction was great as always and very in-character. This story was well worth the wait. It would have been worth the wait for the last lines alone, which I love a lot.

If nothing else Jack has at least accepted that the Doctor is a wiser man than him.
nightrider101
Sep. 4th, 2008 02:39 am (UTC)
Thanks for catching that. ;) All fixed now.

I couldn't resist throwing Martha into the mix. She was able to do things that the Doctor knew he couldn't and that Jack wasn't ready to give.

Yes, the Doctor's very wise. He's seen so much even though he hides behind his youthful exuberance. Well, perhaps not hides, but you know what I mean. ;)

Thank you for the lovely review. Your thoughts and comments mean a great deal to me. :)
souleswanderer
Sep. 4th, 2008 03:31 am (UTC)
Oh beautiful! So worth the wait and then some. This is just...just...yeah, I could just HUG you!

Jack was caught between profound gratitude and astonishment. Never look a gift horse... silly boy, the open-mouthed bewildered look just gives him that school boy charm.

“You need a doctor,” she said honestly. Oh, but we do know, Jack, we do know. More so than he will ever realize.

Martha’s teasing smile was infectious and he found his mouth curving into a grin. I've never been a Martha fan, but this was perfect.

The Doctor’s arms slid off the railing, no doubt finding their way into the ‘bigger on the inside’ pockets of his coat. Just what does he keep in there? I'd volunteer :)

The Doctor’s honesty and bluntness was unexpected. Jack was used to playing mental gymnastics every time the Time Lord appeared on his doorstep. He figured today would be no different. You nailed this description perfectly! So fits the Doctor to a T.

The Doctor turned and started walking away, his voice drifting across the wind. “'We only understand that which is already within us.'” Absolutely adored this part and then you refer to it again later when the Doctor says “I was going for dramatic. Anyway, a quote that good should be uttered through the wind,” /THUD

He simply understood. If only we could find someone like that in each of our own lives...beautiful summation of this whole story.

“You’ll always be a stupid ape to me.” What a perfect complement given by the Doctor :) He loves his stupid apes he does!

“Wise man,” He wasn’t referring to the philosopher.
And the perfect note to leave it on as the harmony fades and the melody plays on quietly.

Thanks for this powerfully emotional story of the stages of grief, and how the Doctor is able to allow Jack the means to discover his own path of recovery with just the perfect amount of subtle nudges. You are truly an artist in the ability to paint such a optimistic piece out of such a rather formidable subject.

Your storytelling never ceases to amaze me.

G




nightrider101
Sep. 5th, 2008 01:02 am (UTC)
It's going to take me awhile to squeeze my big, fat head out of this comment! You've absolutely floored me.

And the perfect note to leave it on as the harmony fades and the melody plays on quietly.

*sighs happily* That line alone made this whole story worth writing. You've managed to capture the mood I was going for perfectly. It's the best feeling when someone really gets the story and what I was trying to convey.

Thank you for the amazing review and for just being a wonderful friend. :)
mahmfic
Sep. 4th, 2008 04:16 am (UTC)
nice ending.
nightrider101
Sep. 4th, 2008 04:52 pm (UTC)
Thank you. :)
mysteryimmortal
Sep. 4th, 2008 07:31 am (UTC)
What a way to end this mini-series. Just great classic writing. Thank you.
nightrider101
Sep. 4th, 2008 04:52 pm (UTC)
Thank you!

I'm actually proud of how this story ended. :)
torn_eledhwen
Sep. 4th, 2008 09:52 am (UTC)
Nice. Very nice Doctor - the moment between him and Jack was excellently-written.
nightrider101
Sep. 4th, 2008 04:56 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much!
aschicca
Sep. 4th, 2008 12:19 pm (UTC)
Here I am now.... crying like a two years old. This was so touching and beautiful and just the ending I had hoped for.

I adored Martha for going to help (I knew the Doctor had sent her right away... heeee!). And this: “You need a doctor,” she said honestly. The words ‘you have no idea’ almost flew from his mouth, but he bit his tongue before that admission escaped. was funny and painful at the same time.

“I’m a fact,” Jack said, repeating the words the Doctor told him lifetimes ago.

“It’s a fact you’re different.”


Now I loved the whole story but for some reason this bit owns me. It's just so perfect and it makes so much sense that he said it... it also makes me happy he said it. Great...

Thank you for this my dearest, one of the most beautiful stories I had the pleasure to read :) *hugs you tight*
nightrider101
Sep. 4th, 2008 05:14 pm (UTC)
Awww! *cuddles you*

I knew the Doctor had sent her right away... heeee!

See, I knew you were smart! That whole scene actually surprised me because I wasn't expecting her to show up in the mix. Go figure. ;)

Now I loved the whole story but for some reason this bit owns me.

YAY! I'm so flattered and happy to hear that! High praise, indeed, my friend!

Thank you for the fabulous review and your continued support. :) I can't begin to express how much it means to me. *hugs*
petit_fox
Sep. 4th, 2008 12:47 pm (UTC)
Oh, the next and final chapter! You didn't promise too much :D What a beautiful end.

You did very well with all those details. You enlarged on the feelings of Gwen and Ianto. Lovely to read. Martha was wonderful and the Doc did a great job in "asking" her.

I have to point the part concercing the Second World War and Black Death out coz I found it very intensive and powerful. Plus it is so true. It's one thing to know about the misery people (here it was Jack) are in but it's a completely other issue to understand it with the heart and the mind. No one is able to do so without any experience. And you let Martha do a brilliant job. She helped Torchwood a lot and brought a fresher feel to all of them.

Now's the Doc's turn :)

Can I bow now in front of him? His character is kinda tragic, broken and so intriguing. You described him ... yeah, I have to say, it was perfect. Finally Jack understood that he wasn't alone with all his feelings. The Doctor could help him because he endured the same as Jack. But being in pain Jack wasn't able to figure it out. Now he got what the Doc meant.

The quote by Amiel was a great idea to use in you story. In general I think this chapter was thought- provoking and quiet. But it made me giggle too (as always, wonderful mixture ;) )

"I was going for dramatic."
*lol* That's him. I second Jack *snickers* Great descripton of the Doctor's and Jack's facial expressions and gestures. Win!

The last line completed the story. The Doctor is a wise man and you... you're a wise author :D

Actually it's really a pity that now the story has come to an end. Unfortunately there aren't more phases of grief *lol* I don't have to tell you again that I love your work, do I ? ;)
nightrider101
Sep. 5th, 2008 01:07 am (UTC)
I'm so glad you enjoyed Martha in this final chapter! I must admit I was a bit shocked when she showed up. That's not how I planned the final chapter. I'll have to remember not to plan ahead in the future. ;)

Can I bow now in front of him? His character is kinda tragic, broken and so intriguing. You described him ... yeah, I have to say, it was perfect.

YAY! I'm so glad you feel that way! I love the mysteriousness of the Doctor. He'd done so much, seen so much. It's something I can't resist exploring with fiction.

I don't have to tell you again that I love your work, do I ? ;)

You definitely don't have to tell me, but I never get tired of hearing it. :)

*massive hugs*
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joolz01
Sep. 4th, 2008 01:56 pm (UTC)
Lovely series, so much pain, but hopeful, too, just like life so often is.

Great that the Doctor was so completely there for Jack. I can only wish that the canon Doctor would demonstrate that kind of concern!

Thanks for the story.
nightrider101
Sep. 5th, 2008 01:00 am (UTC)
Unfortunately canon rarely gives the Doctor time to breathe or even be available should an old friend need his services.

Thank you for the kind review. :) I appreciate it!
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molleo
Sep. 4th, 2008 02:38 pm (UTC)
Wow. Those were so excellently written! I didn't want them to end. Are you by chance a psychologist?
nightrider101
Sep. 5th, 2008 12:58 am (UTC)
Are you by chance a psychologist?

No, I'm not, but I'm flattered you thought I might be!

I do have extensive college education in behavioral and social sciences, though. :) I also try to be a student of human nature in general. ;)

Thank you for the lovely feedback! You're very kind.
jujuberry136
Sep. 4th, 2008 03:27 pm (UTC)
That was lovely. The quote, Jack's understanding, MARTHA (I adore Martha), the Doctor's continued optimism...*sigh* A great ending chapter.

Thanks for sharing!
nightrider101
Sep. 4th, 2008 05:01 pm (UTC)
Oh, I agree completely about Martha. I typically focus on Jack and the Doctor, but I can't resist writing Martha when the story allows it.

Thank you for the wonderful reviews throughout this story. It means a great deal to me!
shinodabear
Sep. 5th, 2008 01:16 am (UTC)
Martha! Oh, she was just lovely hear. Very in-character. Smart, sassy, understanding, kind, and at the same time very professional. And she was there because she wanted to be, not because the Doctor "sent her". Lovely!

Jack was used to playing mental gymnastics every time the Time Lord appeared on his doorstep.

Love the way you put that! It's so true! Their whole interaction was just fantastic. Put a grin on my face --- and I needed that after today! Thanks, hon. The ending was just perfect.
nightrider101
Sep. 5th, 2008 01:19 am (UTC)
And she was there because she wanted to be, not because the Doctor "sent her".

I'm so glad you picked up on that! Yes, the Doctor did ask her to come, but she wouldn't have gone if she didn't want to be there. :) I also think Martha grieved at the loss of Tosh and Owen.

Put a grin on my face --- and I needed that after today!

I'm glad I could be of service! Lord knows you're always quick to return the favor. ;)
dreolin
Sep. 11th, 2008 11:20 pm (UTC)
Awesome wrap-up to and awesome story! Loved it!!
nightrider101
Sep. 12th, 2008 02:05 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! :)
supasass
Sep. 13th, 2008 12:45 am (UTC)
Realised to my shame I hadn't reviewed! I do love this, your whole series. Throughout your series I always loved the easy way that Jack and the Doctor talk to each other, as if it was an understanding that was earned between them. Like Jack realised, the Doctor understood on a level beyond my own comprehension, and it was a gorgeous emotional moment. I also got lots of Martha love in this fic; she's a human doctor, a witty dudette of awesome - reminded me of Martha in the TW radio play. The whole thing just reminded me of the joys of a really good friendship, which I love seeing in fanfic, sometimes even more than the romance.

xxxx
nightrider101
Sep. 13th, 2008 01:45 am (UTC)
No worries about the late review. :) I know you've been busy lately.

Martha actually surprised me in this story because I hadn't anticipated her popping up. That's what I get for planning ahead!

The whole thing just reminded me of the joys of a really good friendship, which I love seeing in fanfic, sometimes even more than the romance.

Oh, I agree completely. Love for a friend can run far deeper than romance, IMHO.

Thank you so much for the wonderful review! It's absolutely made my night!
hence_the_name
Sep. 27th, 2008 05:06 am (UTC)
MARTHA! That was a pleasant surprise. She's perfect in this, and just how I imagine her in this situation, keeping everyone going.

You get the tone with this just right. That's one of those intangibles, but you really easily transitioned from a writing style that reinforced Jack's grief to one that's a little lighter and gets across "acceptance" before you get to actually saying it.

You need a doctor,” she said honestly.

The words ‘you have no idea’ almost flew from his mouth, but he bit his tongue before that admission escaped.


Bwah! Perfect, totally IC. I love the bits of humor in this chapter.


“I’m not human, Jack.”

I love that it takes Jack a little bit to understand what the Doctor's getting at, here. And the bit when it finally dawns on him that the Doctor is trying to tell him that he gets it, that was awesome. Because that's part of grieving, realizing you're not the only one who's gone through this, and letting someone else understand. The Doctor does it without any fuss, and lets Jack come to it on his own, and that's just right.

Also, I love that the Doctor has that little bit of self-conscious drama, waiting around the corner. So very him.

I saw your post that you have a cold...I hope you feel better soon!
nightrider101
Sep. 27th, 2008 05:39 pm (UTC)
Martha was a surprise for me as well. I had no intention of writing her in this story. That's what I get for planning ahead. :)

I'm so glad you enjoyed this chapter. I must admit that I'm pleased with the way this story ended. Thank you for taking the time to respond!

As far as my cold, I'm getting a little better every day. I'm not planning on doing anything stressful this weekend so I'll be able to rest. Thanks for asking!
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shane_mayhem
Jan. 4th, 2009 09:42 pm (UTC)
A+

Great use of the five stages, and good job making the Doctor a comforting figure without making him entirely free from guilt, himself! *growldamnbitchTentellingJackhe'swrong*

I loved it. Bitter, healing, with just the right amount of fluff moments! XD
nightrider101
Jan. 4th, 2009 10:31 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much!

I can't imagine the Doctor ever being guilt free. He's no stranger to having blood on his hands.

I'm glad you liked this story. It will always have a special place in my heart. :)
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