[fic] don't let me down
Title: Don't Let Me Down
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Gwen, Ianto, Gwen/Ianto if you squint
Spoilers: Through "Lost Souls"
Disclaimer: Don't own anything. Seriously.
Summary: A moment between Gwen & Ianto during the middle of "Lost Souls" (won't make any sense if you haven't listened to that).
Gwen whimpered softly and stopped, lowering her arms and Ianto in the process, and leaned back against the wall. She was tired and ached, just the tiniest bit freaked out (and worried for Ianto, though she didn’t want to admit that because she refused to believe he’d be anything other than okay), and she absolutely longed for Cardiff. It would still be cold and wet, and she’d still be underground, but at least it was home.
She looked over in the direction she’d been heading. She could only just make out where the exit was but it felt so far away, even more so while dragging a dead wei- no. No, Gwen didn’t want to use the word “dead”, even if it was just an expression. Looking down at Ianto, Gwen bit her lip. He was getting worse - his skin started taking an iridescent shade. He wasn’t glowing as badly as Leon, but he’d get there soon.
Kneeling down next to him she wrapped her arms around him. “Come on, Ianto. You have to get up, sweetheart,” she whispered into his ear. “I can’t do this much longer and...” she paused and smiled a little. “Your suit’s a bloody mess, yeah? It’ll only get worse if I have to keep dragging you.”
He didn’t move and Gwen felt herself just on the edge of losing it. She could call Jack again but that honestly wouldn’t help much, unless Jack could magically teleport down here. And for all the things Jack is, he’s not magic.
With her voice a little more cracked than she meant it to sound, she continued her pleading. “Ianto, please. I...” she paused again, a surge of anger running through her. Not at Ianto, she couldn’t blame him, really. They never talked about it but she knew they were all still so broken from losing Tosh and Owen. No, she was angry at that fucking alien.
“I know you miss Tosh and Owen. I miss them… more than I ever thought I would.” She closed her eyes then; tears she hadn’t even known were gathering sliding down her cheeks. “But Ianto, we’re alive. You can’t give up on me. Remember me and Jack. We’re here. We love you, sweetheart. We need you.” Gwen pressed a kiss to his temple and held him a little tighter. She felt him stir a bit and she was so happy that he was conscious that she didn’t care that she’d just been crying all over him.
“Gwen?” Ianto’s voice was really quiet and strained but that was good enough for her.
“Awake now, are ya?” she smiled and pressed another kiss to the top of his head. “Can you get up? I want to get the bloody hell out of here.” He attempted, Gwen could tell that much, but he didn’t get very far. Sniffing, she nodded. “Alright, then. At least you can keep me company while I drag your arse out of here.”
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Gwen, Ianto, Gwen/Ianto if you squint
Spoilers: Through "Lost Souls"
Disclaimer: Don't own anything. Seriously.
Summary: A moment between Gwen & Ianto during the middle of "Lost Souls" (won't make any sense if you haven't listened to that).
Gwen whimpered softly and stopped, lowering her arms and Ianto in the process, and leaned back against the wall. She was tired and ached, just the tiniest bit freaked out (and worried for Ianto, though she didn’t want to admit that because she refused to believe he’d be anything other than okay), and she absolutely longed for Cardiff. It would still be cold and wet, and she’d still be underground, but at least it was home.
She looked over in the direction she’d been heading. She could only just make out where the exit was but it felt so far away, even more so while dragging a dead wei- no. No, Gwen didn’t want to use the word “dead”, even if it was just an expression. Looking down at Ianto, Gwen bit her lip. He was getting worse - his skin started taking an iridescent shade. He wasn’t glowing as badly as Leon, but he’d get there soon.
Kneeling down next to him she wrapped her arms around him. “Come on, Ianto. You have to get up, sweetheart,” she whispered into his ear. “I can’t do this much longer and...” she paused and smiled a little. “Your suit’s a bloody mess, yeah? It’ll only get worse if I have to keep dragging you.”
He didn’t move and Gwen felt herself just on the edge of losing it. She could call Jack again but that honestly wouldn’t help much, unless Jack could magically teleport down here. And for all the things Jack is, he’s not magic.
With her voice a little more cracked than she meant it to sound, she continued her pleading. “Ianto, please. I...” she paused again, a surge of anger running through her. Not at Ianto, she couldn’t blame him, really. They never talked about it but she knew they were all still so broken from losing Tosh and Owen. No, she was angry at that fucking alien.
“I know you miss Tosh and Owen. I miss them… more than I ever thought I would.” She closed her eyes then; tears she hadn’t even known were gathering sliding down her cheeks. “But Ianto, we’re alive. You can’t give up on me. Remember me and Jack. We’re here. We love you, sweetheart. We need you.” Gwen pressed a kiss to his temple and held him a little tighter. She felt him stir a bit and she was so happy that he was conscious that she didn’t care that she’d just been crying all over him.
“Gwen?” Ianto’s voice was really quiet and strained but that was good enough for her.
“Awake now, are ya?” she smiled and pressed another kiss to the top of his head. “Can you get up? I want to get the bloody hell out of here.” He attempted, Gwen could tell that much, but he didn’t get very far. Sniffing, she nodded. “Alright, then. At least you can keep me company while I drag your arse out of here.”