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Title: In Perfect Dreams
Paring: Ianto only
Rating: G
Notes: Ianto muses over what’s happened. Spoilers for ‘Everything Changes,’ ‘Cyberwoman’ and ‘Countrycide.’ I don’t normally write fanfic in my ‘usual’ style but this time I decided to indulge myself. Unbetaed as usual.
Ianto picked up a small rucksack off the back seat and slammed the car door closed, taking a minute to check that he’d parked it far enough on the verge for it not to be a traffic hazard he turned his back to the road; found the footpath he remembered from childhood and started to walk
He looked at the sky, there was little cloud tonight and the stars sparkled clearly. He shivered, not from the cold; the stars held little mystique any more but he realised how much he missed that on nights like tonight. In Cardiff it was different, the stars were never as clear as this..
He needed to clear his head; to take some time to think. The death of Lisa, the cannibals in the Breacon Beacons, everything had led to his needing some time. He hadn’t had a chance to do so for a long time, since before the battle of Canary Wharf. He wasn’t entirely sure what had brought on this uncharacteristic bout of selfishness, but that wasn’t what he wanted to work out and whatever it was had ended with him sending an email to Jack at one thirty in the morning, telling him that he was taking 24hrs leave.
He stumbled on the path in the dark, but he knew it well, he’d spent many peaceful hours up here as a child. Breathing heavily, he reached the top of the hill, and made his way over to an enclosure of rocks he knew was there. Climbing inside he lay back, resting his head on the rather lumpy bag, he looked up at the night sky and listened to the silence, letting it wash over him.
He cleared his mind, the stress of the last few years slowly flowing away, a river of toxic emotion vanishing into the night.
He lay enveloped by the silence and the night, wrapped in a cocoon of rocky security. He had some decisions to make; he needed to stay at Torchwood. It was all he had; all he was. Was the constant agony worth it though. The pain from Lisa’s death was slowly passing, and he knew that eventually he would probably only be left with memories.
Ianto let the thought of this tumble around in his head, considering all the alternatives. He remembered one night when all the others had left the Hub, watching the CCTV footage of Suzi and Gwen up on the Plaza, and figuring out what Suzi was saying ‘how can you do anything else after this,’ she was right, he couldn’t do anything else after this.
He sighed, he would have to find his place at Torchwood, it was going to be hard though. His eyes followed the path of a shooting star into the slowly disappearing darkness. He was determined; it was characteristic he’d had from birth according to his parents and was probably partly that doggedness which had led him from the Valleys to Torchwood to Lisa and now to Jack.
The sun started to rise over the grey green hills, Ianto still lay silently in his rocky pit. His thoughts a fluid ripple of musings, he was not someone who couldn’t acknowledge his own failings. He now knew how misguided he had been in his pitiful attempt to save Lisa, the gun Jack had put to his head had finally forced that unwelcome realisation.
Calm flowed through him as he realised that he was feeling more at peace than he could ever remeber, he had come to terms with what had happened that day. He knew that Jack had also done so after he had stormed in shotgun blazing to destroy the cannibals. For all his continuous flirtation with every living creature Jack Harkness could say all he needed to in very few words when necessary and Ianto knew that he was forgiven although it wouldn’t be forgotten.
Ianto smiled to himself; he could live with that. The pain would always be there, but there had always been pain; he had never had the expectation that he could get ride of it.
Running his hand through his hair and sat up, opening his bag he got out a flask of coffee and some cookies. He gave a soft giggle, pale eyes sparkling, a picnic in the hills, it was truly like being a child again.
He looked up at the bright morning sky and realised that he felt free, he’d thought that he felt most comfortable in the dark enclosure of the Hub and it’s Archives surrounded by the noises of water and air vents. Now though he knew that he’d missed this, the endless freedom of the hills and the sky.
Making a promise to himself to come out here more often, no matter what happened in Cardiff, he lay back down and let his mind relax.
Ianto stayed on the hill until dusk, as the sun went down he packed his bag, did up his jacket and headed back down the stony path.
He threw the bag on the passenger seat, and got his mobile phone out of the glove-box he considered switching it on but decided that it would probably only be filled with abusive voicemails from Owen, or whiney concerned ones from Gwen so he left it off and stuck it in his pocket. Tosh would have been able to track his car; if they’d needed to know where he was they could have easily found out.
He took side roads back to Cardiff, parking his car he got out his keys and let himself into the Tourist Information Office locking the door behind him he pushed the button opening the door into the Hub and headed inside. It was late, hopefully if anyone was here it would only be Jack.
A light was on in Jack’s office, the only sound a repetitive drip of water and hum of electronics.
He stood in the doorway; Jack sat back in his seat and looked up at him.
“Better?” concern showing in the glistening blue eyes.
Ianto looked at him and smiled softly.
“Much, thank you Sir.”
Paring: Ianto only
Rating: G
Notes: Ianto muses over what’s happened. Spoilers for ‘Everything Changes,’ ‘Cyberwoman’ and ‘Countrycide.’ I don’t normally write fanfic in my ‘usual’ style but this time I decided to indulge myself. Unbetaed as usual.
Ianto picked up a small rucksack off the back seat and slammed the car door closed, taking a minute to check that he’d parked it far enough on the verge for it not to be a traffic hazard he turned his back to the road; found the footpath he remembered from childhood and started to walk
He looked at the sky, there was little cloud tonight and the stars sparkled clearly. He shivered, not from the cold; the stars held little mystique any more but he realised how much he missed that on nights like tonight. In Cardiff it was different, the stars were never as clear as this..
He needed to clear his head; to take some time to think. The death of Lisa, the cannibals in the Breacon Beacons, everything had led to his needing some time. He hadn’t had a chance to do so for a long time, since before the battle of Canary Wharf. He wasn’t entirely sure what had brought on this uncharacteristic bout of selfishness, but that wasn’t what he wanted to work out and whatever it was had ended with him sending an email to Jack at one thirty in the morning, telling him that he was taking 24hrs leave.
He stumbled on the path in the dark, but he knew it well, he’d spent many peaceful hours up here as a child. Breathing heavily, he reached the top of the hill, and made his way over to an enclosure of rocks he knew was there. Climbing inside he lay back, resting his head on the rather lumpy bag, he looked up at the night sky and listened to the silence, letting it wash over him.
He cleared his mind, the stress of the last few years slowly flowing away, a river of toxic emotion vanishing into the night.
He lay enveloped by the silence and the night, wrapped in a cocoon of rocky security. He had some decisions to make; he needed to stay at Torchwood. It was all he had; all he was. Was the constant agony worth it though. The pain from Lisa’s death was slowly passing, and he knew that eventually he would probably only be left with memories.
Ianto let the thought of this tumble around in his head, considering all the alternatives. He remembered one night when all the others had left the Hub, watching the CCTV footage of Suzi and Gwen up on the Plaza, and figuring out what Suzi was saying ‘how can you do anything else after this,’ she was right, he couldn’t do anything else after this.
He sighed, he would have to find his place at Torchwood, it was going to be hard though. His eyes followed the path of a shooting star into the slowly disappearing darkness. He was determined; it was characteristic he’d had from birth according to his parents and was probably partly that doggedness which had led him from the Valleys to Torchwood to Lisa and now to Jack.
The sun started to rise over the grey green hills, Ianto still lay silently in his rocky pit. His thoughts a fluid ripple of musings, he was not someone who couldn’t acknowledge his own failings. He now knew how misguided he had been in his pitiful attempt to save Lisa, the gun Jack had put to his head had finally forced that unwelcome realisation.
Calm flowed through him as he realised that he was feeling more at peace than he could ever remeber, he had come to terms with what had happened that day. He knew that Jack had also done so after he had stormed in shotgun blazing to destroy the cannibals. For all his continuous flirtation with every living creature Jack Harkness could say all he needed to in very few words when necessary and Ianto knew that he was forgiven although it wouldn’t be forgotten.
Ianto smiled to himself; he could live with that. The pain would always be there, but there had always been pain; he had never had the expectation that he could get ride of it.
Running his hand through his hair and sat up, opening his bag he got out a flask of coffee and some cookies. He gave a soft giggle, pale eyes sparkling, a picnic in the hills, it was truly like being a child again.
He looked up at the bright morning sky and realised that he felt free, he’d thought that he felt most comfortable in the dark enclosure of the Hub and it’s Archives surrounded by the noises of water and air vents. Now though he knew that he’d missed this, the endless freedom of the hills and the sky.
Making a promise to himself to come out here more often, no matter what happened in Cardiff, he lay back down and let his mind relax.
Ianto stayed on the hill until dusk, as the sun went down he packed his bag, did up his jacket and headed back down the stony path.
He threw the bag on the passenger seat, and got his mobile phone out of the glove-box he considered switching it on but decided that it would probably only be filled with abusive voicemails from Owen, or whiney concerned ones from Gwen so he left it off and stuck it in his pocket. Tosh would have been able to track his car; if they’d needed to know where he was they could have easily found out.
He took side roads back to Cardiff, parking his car he got out his keys and let himself into the Tourist Information Office locking the door behind him he pushed the button opening the door into the Hub and headed inside. It was late, hopefully if anyone was here it would only be Jack.
A light was on in Jack’s office, the only sound a repetitive drip of water and hum of electronics.
He stood in the doorway; Jack sat back in his seat and looked up at him.
“Better?” concern showing in the glistening blue eyes.
Ianto looked at him and smiled softly.
“Much, thank you Sir.”