Chapter Text
Game Station, Year 200,100
'I bring life.'
He couldn't place the voice he could hear tickling his mind. A rush of sensation, memory and real, swept over him: Extermination, death, then the painful release of muscles that couldn't move before, and his first breath.
It was with a gasp that Jack Harkness returned to life, to awareness. He staggered to his feet, shaking fists up already because his last memory was…
Gone.
He blinked, refocused. Still gone.
"Okay," Jack drawled out with a rasp. "I was not alone last time, I didn't order any hyper-vodkas, and I'm not waking up in a bed so…where did everyone go?" Jack glanced down at himself, his t-shirt and vest were flawless; then again, extermination by Daleks never left a physical mark. His pale blue eyes swept out before him and landed on three small, innocuous looking piles of dust.
Jack fingered one pile. He arched a brow as he noted it felt softer and finer than the beaches of Boeshane. He let it trickle between his fingers and looked up, frowning.
No screaming. No gunfire. Not even the grating, whining robotic Dalek chanting. Nothing.
"He did it," Jack breathed, a grin spreading across his face. "I can't believe it! He did it!" With a little whoop, Jack leapt to his feet. He jumped over the piles of Dalek dust everywhere, not caring if his boots were kicking them up as he went. Jack skidded around the corner to the corridor where he could see the edges of the TARDIS light. Jack could hear its hum, like a beacon. He was about to call out to the Doctor and froze at the end of the hallway. Stunned, Jack watched the TARDIS fade until the last sight he saw was its blue police siren light twirling, twirling until even that was gone.
"Doctor…"