Ianto's Last Secret 2/7 + epilogue
Title: Ianto’s Last Secret
Characters: Jack, Gwen, OC, and Ianto
Rating: 15 - mainly for themes and language.
Synopsis: Most people take their secrets to the grave with them, but not Ianto Jones.
Word count: 374 - shorter, but you get a bit more info...then it ends naturally for the next chapter. Honest...
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own Torchwood.
AN: This is a post COE fic (we say euphemistically) and I don’t want to give too much away, but for this to work you do need to ignore the last four minutes of Day Five with Jack and Gwen on the hill.
It is set about two-three weeks after the events of COE.
Gwen ran her hands over her face in an attempt to keep in the sigh that wanted to escape. She was tired, so tired. She was emotionally and physically drained and this was just too much. She had come here to grieve, to spend time alone with memories of her friends, not to be an outlet for someone else’s grief. The part of her mind that was trying to process the fact that Ianto had been keeping even more secrets from them was quickly shut off. It had hurt enough finding out about the lies he’d told about his Dad, she didn’t need to be confronted by another one.
She just wanted to be alone; wanted to tell this woman to take her secrets, take the coffee that didn’t belong to her, take her elusive statements and just go. But she didn’t even have the energy to fight it.
She took a deep breath and steadied herself. She’d handle it like a copper. Methodical, detached. Find out what this woman’s story was and go from there.
“Right,” she said. “Let’s start with your name.”
“Carys Jones.”
“Jones. Oh, this just gets better.” Gwen lost her fight against the sigh. “It’s too much to hope that it’s just a very Welsh co-incidence isn’t it?”
Carys gave a wry smile and Gwen once again felt a tug at the pit of her stomach as the face in front of her pulled itself into too familiar shapes.
“He could have chosen me any name in the Universe, and that’s what he went for.”
“At least it didn’t rhyme.” Gwen wasn’t sure why she was making jokes with this woman, especially about him, like they were old friends, but she chose not to question herself any further.
There was another of those sly smiles, half hidden as if the wearer was embarrassed of the action.
“Actually he used to call me the ‘Jones Clone’.”
Gwen’s eyes widened for a moment before she squeezed them shut. She raised a hand to her head feeling the tiredness wash over her again. Carys placed a hand fleetingly on her arm.
“It’s important that you listen to me Gwen. I’ll get us another coffee and then I’ll start from the beginning.”
Chapter three is now here.