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Title: Forward to Daylight
Series: Into the Darkness, Forward to Daylight.
Rating: PG-13
Warning/s: spoilers for Torchwood Season three.
Summary: Ianto is Dead, Jack is traveling through time, alone......So why is there a perfectly made cup of coffee on his control panel every time he wakes up.
Part 1 here: http://sheneya.livejournal.com/32075.html
Part 2 here: http://sheneya.livejournal.com/32456.html
Jack stared at the flawless young version of Ianto
"2793301....That's a cloning designation, why would Torchwood clone Archivists?"
Ianto looked at him, a slight smile on his face.
"Jack, I didn't say archivist, I said archive, I am the archive for Torchwood."
"So, that time when you told Owen you knew everything....."
"I was not joking, though I made it seem as though I was."
Jack looked at the perfect cup of coffee in The new Ianto's hand.
"Then, how did you know exactly how I like my coffee."
"Jack, your a part of Torchwood, so were Tosh and Owen, so is Gwen."
The new Ianto looked distressed.
"So, you have to Remember everything, no matter what."
"Yes, I hold all information regarding Torchwood even my own deaths."
"So, your more like me than I ever imagined......But why store the archives in a person, why not just use a computer, or actual archives."
"Jack, This was Torchwood."
Jack just looked at the increasingly agitated young man.
"Clones die quickly Jack, if I got captured by a dangerous alien race, whoever was with me could simply put a bullet through my head, protecting the Earth's secrets, then wait for the next one on standby to be.....Born, for lack of a better word."
Jack was unable to keep himself apart from the distrought young man, moving forward, he wrapped himself protectively around him.
"I know Ianto, I know, But nothing's going to hurt you now, not ever again."
Ianto curled into his arms.
And Jack sighed, Maybe the Universe didn't hate him after all, he would always feel the guilt of the deaths on Earth, But now he had something to make it bearable.
The End
Series: Into the Darkness, Forward to Daylight.
Rating: PG-13
Warning/s: spoilers for Torchwood Season three.
Summary: Ianto is Dead, Jack is traveling through time, alone......So why is there a perfectly made cup of coffee on his control panel every time he wakes up.
Part 1 here: http://sheneya.livejournal.com/32075.html
Part 2 here: http://sheneya.livejournal.com/32456.html
Jack stared at the flawless young version of Ianto
"2793301....That's a cloning designation, why would Torchwood clone Archivists?"
Ianto looked at him, a slight smile on his face.
"Jack, I didn't say archivist, I said archive, I am the archive for Torchwood."
"So, that time when you told Owen you knew everything....."
"I was not joking, though I made it seem as though I was."
Jack looked at the perfect cup of coffee in The new Ianto's hand.
"Then, how did you know exactly how I like my coffee."
"Jack, your a part of Torchwood, so were Tosh and Owen, so is Gwen."
The new Ianto looked distressed.
"So, you have to Remember everything, no matter what."
"Yes, I hold all information regarding Torchwood even my own deaths."
"So, your more like me than I ever imagined......But why store the archives in a person, why not just use a computer, or actual archives."
"Jack, This was Torchwood."
Jack just looked at the increasingly agitated young man.
"Clones die quickly Jack, if I got captured by a dangerous alien race, whoever was with me could simply put a bullet through my head, protecting the Earth's secrets, then wait for the next one on standby to be.....Born, for lack of a better word."
Jack was unable to keep himself apart from the distrought young man, moving forward, he wrapped himself protectively around him.
"I know Ianto, I know, But nothing's going to hurt you now, not ever again."
Ianto curled into his arms.
And Jack sighed, Maybe the Universe didn't hate him after all, he would always feel the guilt of the deaths on Earth, But now he had something to make it bearable.
The End