Day Thirty - Red is My Colour - Right Round
Title: Right round
Parings/Characters: The Team
Rating: G
Summary: Ianto is stuck in a time-loop. Bit of a crack fic with no real point.
Warning: Not beta checked... Fixed some of the errors but I bet there are more *sigh*. I really need a beta lol.
Disclaimer: I don't own them how sad...
A/N: Written for day 30 of redismycolour
Snow began to fall, and so did the temperature. This, however, did
not bother the Company much, except when they had to bare their
backsides to pass hraka in some nook among the cliffs, wiping with
snow that was happily newly-fallen and soft, not composed of hard
sharp grains. Nor were they troubled much by the rising wind, which
made the snow swirl.
The Fellowship of the Ring, Book ii, Chapter 3
"J. R. R. Tolkien"
Ianto woke to find himself huddled between Gwen and Owen in a little nook with the wind howling past his ears, again..."Oh come the bloody hell on!" Ianto hissed to himself. The Welshman had been stuck in a time-loop for twenty-eight very long days and was getting quite sick of waking up cold and waiting for the same damn alien to appear. After twenty-seven days of trying to figure out how or why he had been stuck like this he still had no answers. Everyday he would help beat-up an alien and then try to convince team he really wasn't going crazy and it would be nice if they could figure out a way to get him the fuck out of this time-loop. And everyday they would fail and Ianto would go to sleep safe and warm with Jack then wake up in the damned snow again. Of course he was perpetually stuck in Cardiff's coldest day on record.
Time-loop: 27
Ianto: 0
"You say something Tea-boy?" Owen asked, rousing himself out of a half sleep.
Ianto cringed. "Nothing at all. Our friend should arrive in." Ianto looked down at his watch. "Exactly 6 minutes and counting."
"How the hell did you know that?"
"I'll explain later. Get Gwen up." Owen gave him a confused look and shook Gwen wake.
From there on things went as expected by Ianto. By now he had been through so many scenarios there wasn't much left to chance when the three of the captured the alien. They dragged the struggling thing back to the SUV and Ianto gave a bitter smile as a jogger repeated his run around the park and past their SUV. On the first day Ianto had considered retconning the runner just in case but he had decided the leave the middle aged man alone. Then and now he seemed far too involved in his run and iPod to have seen anything at all.
From the park they headed back to the Hub and in a very unprofessional manner stopped for drive-thru. Ianto had given up trying to dissuade Owen from stopping after they had gotten into a catastrophic fight and crash the SUV, allowing a half drugged alien on the loose again. They only say he really had was where they stopped; maybe they'd do Strabucks today. He hadn't picked Strackbucks since day fifth-teen.
Once they arrived back at the Hub Ianto began the task of convincing everyone he really was stuck in a time-loop. Over the days Ianto had gotten quite a bit better at convincing the team, this time it only took him 13 minutes.
"So you're really stuck in a time-loop?" Jack asked, trying to digest what Ianto had just told him.
"No, I just enjoy doing the same thing over and over again." Ianto replied sarcastically. Maybe I should take today off Ianto mused. Though last time he had done that, on day nineteen, Myfanwy had eaten his neighbor's dog when Ianto had decided to take her out for some fresh air.
"Okay Tosh I want you to..." Jack started but Ianto cut him off.
"You've already done that Sir. Here is a comprehensive list of things you have already tried. I would suggest something new today." Ianto had re-made the list as soon as they had returned from the park.
Jack skimmed the list quickly. "This is really long. How long did you say you've been stuck like this again?"
"This is day twenty-nine."
"I see. Well if it makes you feel any better I was once stuck in a time-loop for 5 years." Jack shrugged and passed the list to Tosh.
"Not in the least as you have said that eleven times."
"Oh... Do want to go shag until Tosh figures something out?"
Ianto groaned. He really hated January 30th, he really truly did.
TORCHWOOD
"No,no,no,no." Ianto moaned, waking up in the same freezing position as the last twenty-nine days.
You say something Tea-boy?" Owen asked, rousing himself out of a half sleep.
Ianto growled deep in his throat. "No, nothing at all." Ianto's life had turned into one of those nasty merry-go-rounds that went on forever and never seemed to stop. He had been stuck on once when he seven. He had gone round 15 times before his mam noticed he was too scared to get off. Ianto had thrown-up all over her shoes when he was finally off. He felt much like that now.
Predictably they caught the alien in no time at all and threw it into the boot. After the boot slammed shut Gwen and Owen started their daily argument over whose turn it was to drive; Gwen always lost. Ianto was so engrossed in ignoring his teammates' he also missed the jogger. At least that man never bothered Ianto or whined about the same things day-after-day. Ianto always found his presence a comforting event because no matter what he did the man continued on his way undistributed. As the man came across Ianto's vision he noticed something was a little off. It took him a moment to figure out that is was a simple change of earmuff colour; red instead of the constant green.
"The hell," Ianto swore. As far as Ianto knew he was the only non-constant in the time-loop. Without his interference everyone would perform the same actions over and over again. So how then had the jogger managed to change the colour of his clothing after twenty-nine days of the same thing. Ianto decided he was going to go talk to the man for the first time and see if he knew anything that could be helpful.
Ianto took a step forward in the jogger's direction and the other man stopped dead. He turned his head slightly and looked Ianto in an almost guilty way then resumed his run. "Hey you!" Ianto yelled, the Welshman was not going to be brushed off that easily. As soon as Ianto started yelling the jogger shifted his pace to an all out run. Ianto dug his heal into the hard ground and took of after the jogger, he was getting answers even if he had to chase this man all over Wales. Luckily for Ianto the jogger wasn't in as good as shape as he pretended and within 5 minutes Ianto had caught up and tackled the other man into the dirty snow off the walking path.
"Not so fast," Ianto panted, turning the jogger around and pinning him into the snow. "Are you going to explain to me what is going on or am I going to have to beat it out of you!"
The other man cringed and made a pathetic noise. "No...n...no. I'm sorry! Don't kill me! It was for a research project I swear."
"You put me in this time-loop on purpose," Ianto all but screamed. He was not amused in the least.
"Yes," the man whimpered. "You seemed like an interesting subject... Can't we just forget this all happened?"
"NO! You've messed with me and time I can't just let it go." Ianto was going to make this man restart time and then lock him in the tiniest cell Torchwood had to offer.
"No choice then really." The man head butted Ianto and managed to slip out from under the Welshman while he was startled for a moment. "It was fun while it lasted, Ianto Jones."
Ianto scrambled trying to regain his hold. The two men shuffled until the jogger caught the top of Ianto's hand with something sharp. The jogger pushed himself back and Ianto began to feel distinctly drugged. "I guess I shouldn't have worn the red earmuffs today but I got so sick of green after almost a month."
Ianto hit the ground hard. Where the fuck where Gwen and Owen when you needed them? Probably still fighting over the car rota. Ianto felt the cold seep into his clothes as his eyes slid shut; January 30th really was the worst day of his life.
TORCHWOOD
For the first time in thirty days Ianto did not wake-up in a tiny nook but in Jack's camp bed. "Huh," Ianto murmured still a little bleary around the edges.
"Good morning sleepy-head," Jack responded pulling Ianto into his arms. "Thought you were going to sleep all day. Though after yesterday's mess I wouldn't blame you."
"Yesterday's mess?" Ianto repeated. The last thing he remembered what getting drugged by that nasty jogger.
"That alien you, Gwen and Owen were supposed to round up got the jump on you remember?" Ianto didn't but as far as he could tell he was finally out of the time-loop.
"What's the date Jack?" Ianto had to be sure.
"The 31st, why?"
"Oh thank god!" Ianto had never been happier. No more Owen whining about sleeping in a freezing cave, or the same Chinese dinner, and best of all no more of the same stupid shag line from Jack.
"You're awfully happy about it being the 31st." Jack commented, a little confused at Ianto's outburst.
"You have no idea!"
FIN
Parings/Characters: The Team
Rating: G
Summary: Ianto is stuck in a time-loop. Bit of a crack fic with no real point.
Warning: Not beta checked... Fixed some of the errors but I bet there are more *sigh*. I really need a beta lol.
Disclaimer: I don't own them how sad...
A/N: Written for day 30 of redismycolour
Snow began to fall, and so did the temperature. This, however, did
not bother the Company much, except when they had to bare their
backsides to pass hraka in some nook among the cliffs, wiping with
snow that was happily newly-fallen and soft, not composed of hard
sharp grains. Nor were they troubled much by the rising wind, which
made the snow swirl.
The Fellowship of the Ring, Book ii, Chapter 3
"J. R. R. Tolkien"
Ianto woke to find himself huddled between Gwen and Owen in a little nook with the wind howling past his ears, again..."Oh come the bloody hell on!" Ianto hissed to himself. The Welshman had been stuck in a time-loop for twenty-eight very long days and was getting quite sick of waking up cold and waiting for the same damn alien to appear. After twenty-seven days of trying to figure out how or why he had been stuck like this he still had no answers. Everyday he would help beat-up an alien and then try to convince team he really wasn't going crazy and it would be nice if they could figure out a way to get him the fuck out of this time-loop. And everyday they would fail and Ianto would go to sleep safe and warm with Jack then wake up in the damned snow again. Of course he was perpetually stuck in Cardiff's coldest day on record.
Time-loop: 27
Ianto: 0
"You say something Tea-boy?" Owen asked, rousing himself out of a half sleep.
Ianto cringed. "Nothing at all. Our friend should arrive in." Ianto looked down at his watch. "Exactly 6 minutes and counting."
"How the hell did you know that?"
"I'll explain later. Get Gwen up." Owen gave him a confused look and shook Gwen wake.
From there on things went as expected by Ianto. By now he had been through so many scenarios there wasn't much left to chance when the three of the captured the alien. They dragged the struggling thing back to the SUV and Ianto gave a bitter smile as a jogger repeated his run around the park and past their SUV. On the first day Ianto had considered retconning the runner just in case but he had decided the leave the middle aged man alone. Then and now he seemed far too involved in his run and iPod to have seen anything at all.
From the park they headed back to the Hub and in a very unprofessional manner stopped for drive-thru. Ianto had given up trying to dissuade Owen from stopping after they had gotten into a catastrophic fight and crash the SUV, allowing a half drugged alien on the loose again. They only say he really had was where they stopped; maybe they'd do Strabucks today. He hadn't picked Strackbucks since day fifth-teen.
Once they arrived back at the Hub Ianto began the task of convincing everyone he really was stuck in a time-loop. Over the days Ianto had gotten quite a bit better at convincing the team, this time it only took him 13 minutes.
"So you're really stuck in a time-loop?" Jack asked, trying to digest what Ianto had just told him.
"No, I just enjoy doing the same thing over and over again." Ianto replied sarcastically. Maybe I should take today off Ianto mused. Though last time he had done that, on day nineteen, Myfanwy had eaten his neighbor's dog when Ianto had decided to take her out for some fresh air.
"Okay Tosh I want you to..." Jack started but Ianto cut him off.
"You've already done that Sir. Here is a comprehensive list of things you have already tried. I would suggest something new today." Ianto had re-made the list as soon as they had returned from the park.
Jack skimmed the list quickly. "This is really long. How long did you say you've been stuck like this again?"
"This is day twenty-nine."
"I see. Well if it makes you feel any better I was once stuck in a time-loop for 5 years." Jack shrugged and passed the list to Tosh.
"Not in the least as you have said that eleven times."
"Oh... Do want to go shag until Tosh figures something out?"
Ianto groaned. He really hated January 30th, he really truly did.
TORCHWOOD
"No,no,no,no." Ianto moaned, waking up in the same freezing position as the last twenty-nine days.
You say something Tea-boy?" Owen asked, rousing himself out of a half sleep.
Ianto growled deep in his throat. "No, nothing at all." Ianto's life had turned into one of those nasty merry-go-rounds that went on forever and never seemed to stop. He had been stuck on once when he seven. He had gone round 15 times before his mam noticed he was too scared to get off. Ianto had thrown-up all over her shoes when he was finally off. He felt much like that now.
Predictably they caught the alien in no time at all and threw it into the boot. After the boot slammed shut Gwen and Owen started their daily argument over whose turn it was to drive; Gwen always lost. Ianto was so engrossed in ignoring his teammates' he also missed the jogger. At least that man never bothered Ianto or whined about the same things day-after-day. Ianto always found his presence a comforting event because no matter what he did the man continued on his way undistributed. As the man came across Ianto's vision he noticed something was a little off. It took him a moment to figure out that is was a simple change of earmuff colour; red instead of the constant green.
"The hell," Ianto swore. As far as Ianto knew he was the only non-constant in the time-loop. Without his interference everyone would perform the same actions over and over again. So how then had the jogger managed to change the colour of his clothing after twenty-nine days of the same thing. Ianto decided he was going to go talk to the man for the first time and see if he knew anything that could be helpful.
Ianto took a step forward in the jogger's direction and the other man stopped dead. He turned his head slightly and looked Ianto in an almost guilty way then resumed his run. "Hey you!" Ianto yelled, the Welshman was not going to be brushed off that easily. As soon as Ianto started yelling the jogger shifted his pace to an all out run. Ianto dug his heal into the hard ground and took of after the jogger, he was getting answers even if he had to chase this man all over Wales. Luckily for Ianto the jogger wasn't in as good as shape as he pretended and within 5 minutes Ianto had caught up and tackled the other man into the dirty snow off the walking path.
"Not so fast," Ianto panted, turning the jogger around and pinning him into the snow. "Are you going to explain to me what is going on or am I going to have to beat it out of you!"
The other man cringed and made a pathetic noise. "No...n...no. I'm sorry! Don't kill me! It was for a research project I swear."
"You put me in this time-loop on purpose," Ianto all but screamed. He was not amused in the least.
"Yes," the man whimpered. "You seemed like an interesting subject... Can't we just forget this all happened?"
"NO! You've messed with me and time I can't just let it go." Ianto was going to make this man restart time and then lock him in the tiniest cell Torchwood had to offer.
"No choice then really." The man head butted Ianto and managed to slip out from under the Welshman while he was startled for a moment. "It was fun while it lasted, Ianto Jones."
Ianto scrambled trying to regain his hold. The two men shuffled until the jogger caught the top of Ianto's hand with something sharp. The jogger pushed himself back and Ianto began to feel distinctly drugged. "I guess I shouldn't have worn the red earmuffs today but I got so sick of green after almost a month."
Ianto hit the ground hard. Where the fuck where Gwen and Owen when you needed them? Probably still fighting over the car rota. Ianto felt the cold seep into his clothes as his eyes slid shut; January 30th really was the worst day of his life.
TORCHWOOD
For the first time in thirty days Ianto did not wake-up in a tiny nook but in Jack's camp bed. "Huh," Ianto murmured still a little bleary around the edges.
"Good morning sleepy-head," Jack responded pulling Ianto into his arms. "Thought you were going to sleep all day. Though after yesterday's mess I wouldn't blame you."
"Yesterday's mess?" Ianto repeated. The last thing he remembered what getting drugged by that nasty jogger.
"That alien you, Gwen and Owen were supposed to round up got the jump on you remember?" Ianto didn't but as far as he could tell he was finally out of the time-loop.
"What's the date Jack?" Ianto had to be sure.
"The 31st, why?"
"Oh thank god!" Ianto had never been happier. No more Owen whining about sleeping in a freezing cave, or the same Chinese dinner, and best of all no more of the same stupid shag line from Jack.
"You're awfully happy about it being the 31st." Jack commented, a little confused at Ianto's outburst.
"You have no idea!"
FIN