Sequel to "The Letter"
Title: Remembering? Part one
Pairing/characters: Jack/Ianto eventually. A suprise guest.
Spoilers: None so far.
Warnings: This isn'treally a warning, but i doubt you'll understand if it you don't read The Letter.
Disclaimer: Not mine but I do like to meddle.
A/N: First off this is the start of a sequel to The Letter (which I suggest you read and comment ;) if you're going to understand. Secondly, this is widly un-betaed. If anyone is willing to beta me please say! And finally, PLEASE tell me what you think. I don't want to beg, but I will :)
Oliver Smith was late for work; he’d slept in after having a series of nightmares the night before. He had dreamt of a metal woman, a prehistoric dinosaur and a man who couldn’t die. He woke up several times during the night in cold sweats, a word on the tip of his tongue, a scream bubbling up inside him. Each time he had managed to quell the irrational fear and go back to sleep, only for it to happen again. The last time it happened, he rushed into the living area, grabbed a notebook and pen and started to write and draw what had been in his dreams. Consequently, this was the reason why he was rushing around his apartment drinking a cup of cold tea, whilst simultaneously trying to put his t-shirt on over his head. He thanked the stars that his boss didn’t force him to wear suits to work and he was able to quickly throw on a pair of faded jeans and a simple blue t-shirt.
The past couple of months had been a blur. After waking up from his coma, he had discovered that his mum and dad had passed away after the car accident which had left him comatose. Without any other family to help him, Oliver had to rebuild his life one step at a time. He had started by getting a new job. He’d once been a receptionist so he figured why change? That day, after finding out he’d been in a coma for 4 years and finding out his parents had time he marched right into the first business he found a demanded a job. The boss had been so astounded at his audacity that he’d given Oliver the job right then and there.
Which he was going to lose if he didn’t get moving.
He quickly finished his tea and wolfed down a piece of toast then he was out of the door, not forgetting to grab his notebook on the way out, maybe I’ll remember something else at work.
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“Sorry I’m late sir!” Oliver exclaimed as he rushed through the doors of the office building. The company itself was pretty mundane, nothing out of the ordinary ever happened here. It was just your typical 9-5 job, except the boss was nicer; I think he has a crush on me, Oliver often told himself.
“Oliver Smith! How many times do I have to tell you? You don’t have to call me “sir” it’s Ralf!” His boss shouted as her rushed past to his desk.
Oliver started. Where have I heard that before? Part of his mind was asking, whilst the other part simultaneously shouted, Everyday when you call Ralf sir! “Right, sorry Ralf.” He sat down and started to shuffle some papers around, best to look busy whilst the boss is around.
“So Oliver, why were you late?”
Should I tell him the truth or lie? “Well sir, I mean Ralf, I uhm I’ve been having these nightmares and I suppose the lack of sleep is really getting to me. I’m sure it won’t happen again, I’m sorry.” He opted for the truth Ralf would understand, he hoped. There was a long pause before Ralf spoke again.
“I see. Listen Oliver, if you ever need anybody to talk to I’m always here. You’ve got my number haven’t you?” Oliver nodded. “Well then. Next time you have one of these nightmares and need somebody to talk to give me a ring. That’s an order. Okay?” Oliver nodded again, looked down and blushed. “Alright well places to go, people to meet.” Ralf gave Oliver a pat on the back and walked down the hallway to his office.
Oliver let out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding. Wow, that was unexpected. He was about to delve deeper into his thoughts when the phone rang. Startled he answered it.
“Hello, how may I help?”
“Hi Ollie! It’s me Olivia!” A female voice fluttered over the line. Oliver grinned, nobody in the world called him Ollie but Olivia, she was one of a kind.
“Hey Liv, what can I do for you this fine morning?” He asked cheerfully, all previous thoughts of his nightmares gone.
“Well tonight my parents are coming over and I was wondering after they leave if you want to come around for a drink. I’m sure they will have ripped me to shreds so to speak. Olivia, your hair needs cutting, your apartment needs decorating, when are we going to get grandchildren?” Oliver ginned as he listen to her mimic her parents, he wished his were still around to badger him.
“Yeah course I will. Need you ask really? What time do you want me there?”
“Well, I’ll try and get them out before 8. I’ll give you a call later. Thanks so much for this Ollie! Love ya, bye!” Oliver listened to the dial tone for a few more seconds before putting his phone down. I can’t believe it! The girl of my dreams just asked me around for a drink! Okay. Play it cool.
Olivia Harding was the most beautiful woman Oliver had ever met. As it turned out, when he was in his coma she had moved in next door to his apartment and had always wondered who lived next door. She had long blonde hair which curled naturally and the most amazing emerald green eyes Oliver had ever seen. It was funny really; he’d always gone for brown hair, blue eyes. But Olivia was special.
His thoughts were interrupted when the front door swung open and a man waltzed in.
Oliver got straight into business mode. “Good morning sir, how may I help you?”
The tall man spoke fast and clear. “Hello! I’m looking for the owner of this wonderful establishment. You don’t know where I could find him do you?”
“Do you have an appointment sir?” Oliver asked calmly.
“No I don’t but I don’ think that’s going to be a problem.” The man stopped talking and stared intently at Oliver. “I’m sorry, but have we met before?”
“I don’t recall ever meeting you sir and I’m sorry but you can’t see Mr. Lister unless you have an appointment, he’s a very busy man.”
“Yes well so am I. Could you just tell him that The Doctor is here to see him. I’m sure he’ll have something to say then. Thanks!”
As Oliver picked up the phone to call Ralf he couldn’t help but wonder where he’d heard the name “Doctor” before.
Pairing/characters: Jack/Ianto eventually. A suprise guest.
Spoilers: None so far.
Warnings: This isn'treally a warning, but i doubt you'll understand if it you don't read The Letter.
Disclaimer: Not mine but I do like to meddle.
A/N: First off this is the start of a sequel to The Letter (which I suggest you read and comment ;) if you're going to understand. Secondly, this is widly un-betaed. If anyone is willing to beta me please say! And finally, PLEASE tell me what you think. I don't want to beg, but I will :)
Oliver Smith was late for work; he’d slept in after having a series of nightmares the night before. He had dreamt of a metal woman, a prehistoric dinosaur and a man who couldn’t die. He woke up several times during the night in cold sweats, a word on the tip of his tongue, a scream bubbling up inside him. Each time he had managed to quell the irrational fear and go back to sleep, only for it to happen again. The last time it happened, he rushed into the living area, grabbed a notebook and pen and started to write and draw what had been in his dreams. Consequently, this was the reason why he was rushing around his apartment drinking a cup of cold tea, whilst simultaneously trying to put his t-shirt on over his head. He thanked the stars that his boss didn’t force him to wear suits to work and he was able to quickly throw on a pair of faded jeans and a simple blue t-shirt.
The past couple of months had been a blur. After waking up from his coma, he had discovered that his mum and dad had passed away after the car accident which had left him comatose. Without any other family to help him, Oliver had to rebuild his life one step at a time. He had started by getting a new job. He’d once been a receptionist so he figured why change? That day, after finding out he’d been in a coma for 4 years and finding out his parents had time he marched right into the first business he found a demanded a job. The boss had been so astounded at his audacity that he’d given Oliver the job right then and there.
Which he was going to lose if he didn’t get moving.
He quickly finished his tea and wolfed down a piece of toast then he was out of the door, not forgetting to grab his notebook on the way out, maybe I’ll remember something else at work.
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“Sorry I’m late sir!” Oliver exclaimed as he rushed through the doors of the office building. The company itself was pretty mundane, nothing out of the ordinary ever happened here. It was just your typical 9-5 job, except the boss was nicer; I think he has a crush on me, Oliver often told himself.
“Oliver Smith! How many times do I have to tell you? You don’t have to call me “sir” it’s Ralf!” His boss shouted as her rushed past to his desk.
Oliver started. Where have I heard that before? Part of his mind was asking, whilst the other part simultaneously shouted, Everyday when you call Ralf sir! “Right, sorry Ralf.” He sat down and started to shuffle some papers around, best to look busy whilst the boss is around.
“So Oliver, why were you late?”
Should I tell him the truth or lie? “Well sir, I mean Ralf, I uhm I’ve been having these nightmares and I suppose the lack of sleep is really getting to me. I’m sure it won’t happen again, I’m sorry.” He opted for the truth Ralf would understand, he hoped. There was a long pause before Ralf spoke again.
“I see. Listen Oliver, if you ever need anybody to talk to I’m always here. You’ve got my number haven’t you?” Oliver nodded. “Well then. Next time you have one of these nightmares and need somebody to talk to give me a ring. That’s an order. Okay?” Oliver nodded again, looked down and blushed. “Alright well places to go, people to meet.” Ralf gave Oliver a pat on the back and walked down the hallway to his office.
Oliver let out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding. Wow, that was unexpected. He was about to delve deeper into his thoughts when the phone rang. Startled he answered it.
“Hello, how may I help?”
“Hi Ollie! It’s me Olivia!” A female voice fluttered over the line. Oliver grinned, nobody in the world called him Ollie but Olivia, she was one of a kind.
“Hey Liv, what can I do for you this fine morning?” He asked cheerfully, all previous thoughts of his nightmares gone.
“Well tonight my parents are coming over and I was wondering after they leave if you want to come around for a drink. I’m sure they will have ripped me to shreds so to speak. Olivia, your hair needs cutting, your apartment needs decorating, when are we going to get grandchildren?” Oliver ginned as he listen to her mimic her parents, he wished his were still around to badger him.
“Yeah course I will. Need you ask really? What time do you want me there?”
“Well, I’ll try and get them out before 8. I’ll give you a call later. Thanks so much for this Ollie! Love ya, bye!” Oliver listened to the dial tone for a few more seconds before putting his phone down. I can’t believe it! The girl of my dreams just asked me around for a drink! Okay. Play it cool.
Olivia Harding was the most beautiful woman Oliver had ever met. As it turned out, when he was in his coma she had moved in next door to his apartment and had always wondered who lived next door. She had long blonde hair which curled naturally and the most amazing emerald green eyes Oliver had ever seen. It was funny really; he’d always gone for brown hair, blue eyes. But Olivia was special.
His thoughts were interrupted when the front door swung open and a man waltzed in.
Oliver got straight into business mode. “Good morning sir, how may I help you?”
The tall man spoke fast and clear. “Hello! I’m looking for the owner of this wonderful establishment. You don’t know where I could find him do you?”
“Do you have an appointment sir?” Oliver asked calmly.
“No I don’t but I don’ think that’s going to be a problem.” The man stopped talking and stared intently at Oliver. “I’m sorry, but have we met before?”
“I don’t recall ever meeting you sir and I’m sorry but you can’t see Mr. Lister unless you have an appointment, he’s a very busy man.”
“Yes well so am I. Could you just tell him that The Doctor is here to see him. I’m sure he’ll have something to say then. Thanks!”
As Oliver picked up the phone to call Ralf he couldn’t help but wonder where he’d heard the name “Doctor” before.