The Boy Lost in Time

× Literate and indie Gray Harkness, the younger brother of Jack, Torchwood Series 2: Exit Wounds and beyond, ( London GMT ), muse and mun 21+, 6 years + experience, penned by B. Semi active rp blog. tracking tag #i will never absolve you.

[greendreamer]

Inspired by @abandonedinboeshane's header. I can definitely see Gray wearing it on a t-shirt.

[abandonedinboeshane]

/ first of all I just wanna say that your art is amazing! and second, Gray would totally wear stuff like this, for sure.

[abandonedinboeshane]

all because you let go of my hand, I will never absolve you, all of it, it's your fault.

[abandonedinboeshane]

/ I was talking about binging torchwood with my friends ( they’ve never seen it ) and warned them how I’m gunna sob like a bitch over series 3 ( I always do ) and then my phone had the AUDACITY to do this — 😭😭🔪🔪

[hybridtimeagent]

Here’s Johnny.

[abandonedinboeshane]

Forgive me for not leaping for joy — shove off, John. I’m not in the mood.

[abandonedinboeshane]

Holds out his arm, grabs some salt, pours it on his forearm and then just runs an icecube across it.

Ice burn. Sweet.

[canspotatimeagent]

(from @abandonedinboeshane) JAMES ♡♡

“Hello?” A voice called upon entering the hub at Torchwood 3, silvery eyes focused upon the huge surroundings and weirdly decorated walls. What the hell was this place?

“Hello?”

The young man called again, only this time a little louder.

“Sorry the door was left open and I seem to have gotten a little lost, I’m trying to find my way to the local police station. Anybody in here who could help?”

Jack got up from his desk, ready to be slightly annoyed and perhaps overly tricksy with the newcomer, but he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw him. His son. Considerably grown since Jack had last seen him, but he’d know those eyes anywhere.

“James?”

[abandonedinboeshane]

“Yeah?”

Was the immediate response that came from the younger man as he looked towards the direction of the voice, immediatly frowning upon seeing the unfamiliar face. Who the hell was this and how did he know his name? Still, if he could help him, that's all that mattered, right?

“Sorry, I — how do you know my name?”

( THIS TOOK FOREVER. I'M SORRY.

[canspotatimeagent]

(from @abandonedinboeshane) JAMES ♡♡

“Hello?” A voice called upon entering the hub at Torchwood 3, silvery eyes focused upon the huge surroundings and weirdly decorated walls. What the hell was this place?

“Hello?”

The young man called again, only this time a little louder.

“Sorry the door was left open and I seem to have gotten a little lost, I’m trying to find my way to the local police station. Anybody in here who could help?”

Jack got up from his desk, ready to be slightly annoyed and perhaps overly tricksy with the newcomer, but he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw him. His son. Considerably grown since Jack had last seen him, but he’d know those eyes anywhere.

“James?”

[abandonedinboeshane]

Immediately the young man pulled a gun, for protection purposes of course ; this man could be anybody — and how the hell did he know his name? He'd never seen this man before so how was the elder so acquainted and personal with him? Still, hopefully waving a gun in his face would help.

“How do you know my name?” he questioned, raising a brow, staring at him with glistening blue eyes. Of course, James hadn't known Jack for very long, the adopted mum and dad were all he ever knew — speak up, man.

[abandonedinboeshane]

( It's been so long

Woaaaah)

[girloutoftime-deactivated202001]

Know who you are

Continued

“You’re that prat, who Jack calls his brother.  They always say you can’t choose your family. 

@abandonedinboeshane

[abandonedinboeshane]

He doesn’t call me his brother, I /am/ his brother.

[girloutoftime-deactivated202001]

“Is that so?” she asks.

[abandonedinboeshane]

Yes.

[abandonedinboeshane]

I moved to twitter but I am going to be on here too bc I love you all. Catch me on this account or over on @napoleonofcrime

Hope you're well well )

[canspotatimeagent]

//dropping a lot of threads to get things going again (check out my threadtracker here!!).

like/reblog this for a starter!

[girloutoftime-deactivated202001]

Know who you are

Continued

“You’re that prat, who Jack calls his brother.  They always say you can’t choose your family. 

@abandonedinboeshane

[abandonedinboeshane]

He doesn't call me his brother, I /am/ his brother.

[captainharknessinthebox-deactiv]

Gray and Jack

Continued 

“I had some help,” he says climbing out of the freezer.

@abandonedinboeshane

[abandonedinboeshane]

Who would want to help you?

[abandonedinboeshane]

"I know who you are." Benny tells him, as she stares at him.

Go on then, who am I?

[abandonedinboeshane]

"I forgive you Gray." he tells his brother. Forgives him for burying him alive.

...How did you get out of the situation?

[canspotatimeagent]

"Jack! Can I work with -- you?"

“Well… I suppose that depends on how you want to work, Grey.”

[canspotatimeagent]

abandonedinboeshane‌:

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Jack laughed. “See, it’s more me wanting to protect you from all the things I see every day, precisely because you’re my brother.”

“ PROTECTION - ”

What a word to talk about, don’t you think?“ He hissed, reminding him off the times that he hadn’t.

“Isn’t that a funny little word? Can you guarantee it -?”

The way that Gray rounds on him like that, so suddenly and so forcefully, takes him aback. They’d been getting along so well lately, but it was inevitable to have setbacks like this. Not that it made it hurt any less.

“I’m sorry, Gray. You know I am. And no, I can’t guarantee it, that’s why I said no in the first place.”

[abandonedinboeshane]

"So you're just going to abandon me and leave me put of things like you always have done since the dreaded day?"

Maybe manipulating Jack would work, after-all the niceness didn't seem to be doing the trick.

[abandonedinboeshane]

GRAY WAS CRYING AND CUDDLING INTO JACK WHEN JACK PUT HIM TO SLEEP AND I STILL SOB TO THIS DAY ABOUT IT.