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Title: The Road Not Taken
Rating: PG
Character(s): Jack. Cameos from Ten and Martha.
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Spoilers: Last of the Time Lords
Disclaimer: I am borrowing, without permission, what will never be mine.
A/N: I swear this fic has a life of its own, because what's here is certainly not what I intended writing! A double-drabble, inspired by

catsfiction. The title is from the poem of the same name by Robert Frost.
Summary: Jack still doesn't know if he made the right decision, but it's too late to change it now.

The decisions he made that sunny day haunt Jack, even now. He can't stop thinking about whether or not those choices were the right ones; whether he should, against his better judgement, have stayed with the Doctor after all. The heart-broken sobbing cries he heard from the Doctor (a man completely broken; not by the Master, but by love. Jack wonders if the Doctor will ever truly recover from losing Rose) aboard Valiant ring in his ears constantly.

Jack devoutly hopes that Martha is still with him. The thought that she may, after spending the Year That Never Was travelling with time to think, have decided to accept that the Doctor was still so in love with Rose that he'd never love her they way she wanted – and so left him – disquiets him, though.

Jack's an honourable man; and, having been a soldier, he knows what duty is. A huge part of him wanted to go with the Doctor, when he was asked, but he knew his duty lay with his Torchwood team, so that's the choice he made. He's almost happy with the decision he's made.

But he can't help but wonder whether it was the right one.