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feather_qwill) wrote2007-10-08 12:58 pm
feather_qwill) wrote2007-10-08 12:58 pm
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This is the Life of Suzie Costello [R - Suzie - Torchwood]
Title: This is the Life of Suzie Costello
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing/Characters: Suzie
Rating: R, dark/disturbing themes
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bunnii0
Notes/Summary: Mature themes. I've been playing with this ficlet for a while now, not entirely sure it was something I wanted to write. This isn't the way it's supposed to end.
Ianto Jones. Maybe she met him Before; probably not. It doesn't matter. He stood and died in chaos and blood; just like her. He was there.
Ianto holds himself with dignity and lectures Captain Jack about flirting and coffee and messes. He never refers to the Battle in any way. Ianto Jones might have never been at Torchwood One the day it collapsed under the weight of its own arrogance.
Except that when Suzie's eyes trip over his then she's there again, with the fire and blood and the screaming that never stops.
They avoid each other as much as possible.
--
This isn’t the way it’s supposed to end; running away from the best job of her life; all because of PC Cooper and that damnable gap between her teeth. Would she ever even remember what she’d seen?
And - oh, God! How had that happened? Jack and blood and the gun in her hands and she just keeps talking because there's nothing else to do except shoot Gwen Cooper, PC Gwen Cooper, and the gun in her hands is still shaking because, because . . . Jack. She just needs to stop her hands from shaking and then she'll do it.
It wasn't supposed to end like this.
It wasn't supposed to end.
--
There's a woman in the box who looks like her mama but Suzie knows she isn't. The lady is very pretty like her mama but she doesn't have Mama's smile and she doesn't have Mama's bruises.
Papa is dressed all in black and his hand is heavy on Suzie's shoulder. She wants to move away, but she doesn't. She wants to cry, but she doesn't do that either. Suzie's a big girl. Suzie's eight.
When they get home, Papa sits Suzie on his knee and explains to her that Suzie is the woman of the house now. Her mama is gone; Suzie has to take her place. Papa strokes her hair softly and lays her across the couch. Suzie's eyes are very wide and she doesn't cry.
--
This is the life of Suzie Costello. May she rest in peace.
-end
AN: Please review and tell me what you think. Thank you for your time!
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing/Characters: Suzie
Rating: R, dark/disturbing themes
Beta: the lovely
bunnii0Notes/Summary: Mature themes. I've been playing with this ficlet for a while now, not entirely sure it was something I wanted to write. This isn't the way it's supposed to end.
Ianto Jones. Maybe she met him Before; probably not. It doesn't matter. He stood and died in chaos and blood; just like her. He was there.
Ianto holds himself with dignity and lectures Captain Jack about flirting and coffee and messes. He never refers to the Battle in any way. Ianto Jones might have never been at Torchwood One the day it collapsed under the weight of its own arrogance.
Except that when Suzie's eyes trip over his then she's there again, with the fire and blood and the screaming that never stops.
They avoid each other as much as possible.
--
This isn’t the way it’s supposed to end; running away from the best job of her life; all because of PC Cooper and that damnable gap between her teeth. Would she ever even remember what she’d seen?
And - oh, God! How had that happened? Jack and blood and the gun in her hands and she just keeps talking because there's nothing else to do except shoot Gwen Cooper, PC Gwen Cooper, and the gun in her hands is still shaking because, because . . . Jack. She just needs to stop her hands from shaking and then she'll do it.
It wasn't supposed to end like this.
It wasn't supposed to end.
--
There's a woman in the box who looks like her mama but Suzie knows she isn't. The lady is very pretty like her mama but she doesn't have Mama's smile and she doesn't have Mama's bruises.
Papa is dressed all in black and his hand is heavy on Suzie's shoulder. She wants to move away, but she doesn't. She wants to cry, but she doesn't do that either. Suzie's a big girl. Suzie's eight.
When they get home, Papa sits Suzie on his knee and explains to her that Suzie is the woman of the house now. Her mama is gone; Suzie has to take her place. Papa strokes her hair softly and lays her across the couch. Suzie's eyes are very wide and she doesn't cry.
--
This is the life of Suzie Costello. May she rest in peace.
-end
AN: Please review and tell me what you think. Thank you for your time!