You never know where home is until you leave it.
Who: Ianto Jones and Anyone!
What: Turning up back home
Where: Starting at the train station
When: Today! Late afternoon
Status: Open and in progress
Rating: S for sick and tired of travelling
The trip across the globe was always a tiring one for all that Ianto didn't actually do any of the work. He didn't drive the taxi, he didn't fly the plane and certainly didn't conduct the train, but he was as exhausted and as rumpled as if he had.
By the time this trip was over, though, Ianto Jones was left standing on a train platform in a very familiar little Canadian town, head tipped back so he could look up at the sky. Much different weather than Wales. It had surprised him to realize just how much he missed it. Just how much he missed the people here. Just how much he missed Jack. Sighing a little, he kicked at one of the suitcases standing innocently in front of him and pulled out his mobile to call for a cab. If it wasn't for the suitcases (one stuffed full of British things he knew he couldn't get in Canada, at least, not without some cost), he would have walked. It's not like his little house was terribly far from here and the weather was simply perfect.
What: Turning up back home
Where: Starting at the train station
When: Today! Late afternoon
Status: Open and in progress
Rating: S for sick and tired of travelling
The trip across the globe was always a tiring one for all that Ianto didn't actually do any of the work. He didn't drive the taxi, he didn't fly the plane and certainly didn't conduct the train, but he was as exhausted and as rumpled as if he had.
By the time this trip was over, though, Ianto Jones was left standing on a train platform in a very familiar little Canadian town, head tipped back so he could look up at the sky. Much different weather than Wales. It had surprised him to realize just how much he missed it. Just how much he missed the people here. Just how much he missed Jack. Sighing a little, he kicked at one of the suitcases standing innocently in front of him and pulled out his mobile to call for a cab. If it wasn't for the suitcases (one stuffed full of British things he knew he couldn't get in Canada, at least, not without some cost), he would have walked. It's not like his little house was terribly far from here and the weather was simply perfect.