Re: the various references to the number three, such as "Three is not an important number, but five feels right." My immediate, reflexive interpretation when first reading the fic (and on subsequent rereading) was that Jack associates the number three with the trio - the threesome, if you will, though the sexual connotations of that word aren't necessary for this discussion - that was made up of himself, the Doctor and Rose. Hence his insistance that three is not important - a relationship of three is the most important thing he's experienced, but it's an importance he badly wants to forget - and what strikes me as his itchy eagerness to make sure he is not part of a team of three again. I find it interesting that you don't mention having had this thought when writing the relevant paragraphs.
And so it goes, the life of Captain Jack Harkness. Some days are easier than others, sometimes his chest won't seize up when he sees a throbbing blue light, sometimes he can go a whole week without remembering what it feels like to die. Distractions help. His life has never flashed before his eyes, not once, but it glides sometimes in the in-between hours when Ianto is rebuttoning his shirt or the lights of Cardiff are spread out below him or he's dancing with Suzie. Gliding like ice on glass and spinning like a needle.
You point out your own favourite paragraph in the story; this is mine. Especially the last two sentences. Goosebumps.
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Re: the various references to the number three, such as "Three is not an important number, but five feels right." My immediate, reflexive interpretation when first reading the fic (and on subsequent rereading) was that Jack associates the number three with the trio - the threesome, if you will, though the sexual connotations of that word aren't necessary for this discussion - that was made up of himself, the Doctor and Rose. Hence his insistance that three is not important - a relationship of three is the most important thing he's experienced, but it's an importance he badly wants to forget - and what strikes me as his itchy eagerness to make sure he is not part of a team of three again. I find it interesting that you don't mention having had this thought when writing the relevant paragraphs.
And so it goes, the life of Captain Jack Harkness. Some days are easier than others, sometimes his chest won't seize up when he sees a throbbing blue light, sometimes he can go a whole week without remembering what it feels like to die. Distractions help. His life has never flashed before his eyes, not once, but it glides sometimes in the in-between hours when Ianto is rebuttoning his shirt or the lights of Cardiff are spread out below him or he's dancing with Suzie. Gliding like ice on glass and spinning like a needle.
You point out your own favourite paragraph in the story; this is mine. Especially the last two sentences. Goosebumps.