Sorry for the outrageously late comment, but everyone I know said that this fic was amazing, and I wanted to sit down and Give It Time.
I am so glad that I did.
This is maybe the best exploration of Jack's past and future I have ever read. It is just fantastically written, and the ideas - I can't even tell you how wonderful your ideas are. I love that Jack sees echoes of the people he has loved in the places go goes and the people he meets. I love, love that he remembers, and that it doesn't hurt - or at least, that it isn't debilitating. I love that he can be happy even amid so many losses. And your handling of the introduction of so many new lovers and new places and new situations was absolutely gorgeous.
And, you know, the part that surprised me the most, that I had to go back and read again because it was such an interesting concept, was this:
Something inside of Jack stirs, a sharp ache, like the phantom limbs of people he hasn't loved yet. When he moves on again, a part of him wonders how many of his selves linger on in this space, bumping elbows with Rose and Mickey and Martha and Donna and Sarah Jane and Amy and all the others he never met, while the Doctor edges through the empty shell of the TARDIS alone.
It's beautiful. I love it.
Thank you so much for writing this. It's phenomenal. ♥ ♥!
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Date: 2010-03-25 07:13 pm (UTC)I am so glad that I did.
This is maybe the best exploration of Jack's past and future I have ever read. It is just fantastically written, and the ideas - I can't even tell you how wonderful your ideas are. I love that Jack sees echoes of the people he has loved in the places go goes and the people he meets. I love, love that he remembers, and that it doesn't hurt - or at least, that it isn't debilitating. I love that he can be happy even amid so many losses. And your handling of the introduction of so many new lovers and new places and new situations was absolutely gorgeous.
And, you know, the part that surprised me the most, that I had to go back and read again because it was such an interesting concept, was this:
Something inside of Jack stirs, a sharp ache, like the phantom limbs of people he hasn't loved yet. When he moves on again, a part of him wonders how many of his selves linger on in this space, bumping elbows with Rose and Mickey and Martha and Donna and Sarah Jane and Amy and all the others he never met, while the Doctor edges through the empty shell of the TARDIS alone.
It's beautiful. I love it.
Thank you so much for writing this. It's phenomenal. ♥ ♥!