“It can fly?” James asked over the phone.
“Yes, saw it fly this morning,” The English accent replied down the phone, “Start the flying lessons tomorrow.”
“That’s great!”
Jack stepped out of his office with Ianto to find out who James Elton was speaking to. So far though all they could make out was something about a plane, flying lessons and a flat in Cardiff. Over time though Jack started to realise who he was talking to, Captain Emmett Kingston, the man who had come though the rift during a training exercise in 1942. He had been one of the lucky ones but was never found back in his own time. So Torchwood had helped him to settle down into a normal life in the 21st century. They hadn’t expected a romance to blossom between James and Emmett.
“Sir, do you think we should leave James to it?” Ianto asked putting an arm around Jack’s waist. Jack was about to answer when James put down the phone and turned to see them standing at the doorway of Jack’s office.
“That was Emmett; he’s on his way back from the airfield.” James explained with a smile, “He’s now on his way to becoming a pilot again.”
“Yes, how wonderful it would be to fly through the clouds again.” Jack mused, now putting his arm around Ianto.
“Did you use to be a pilot?” James asked, rather wondering if Jack had especially when he wore an RAF jacket.
“Of course, used to be in RAF during world war two,” Jack replied looking up at the ceiling, lost in old memories.
James just nodded and went back to his computer screen. He started to remember when Emmett had declared his love for James but was confused if he should feel ashamed. It had taken awhile to convince him that times had changed and that they were free to express their love in public. Since then they had taken it slow because it had been a culture shock to Emmett. Though James loved the nights when they would dance in Emmett’s room to Glenn Miller, Benny Goodman and even Cole Porter which would play on Emmett’s old record player. The forties seemed like a very romantic era.
“Have you looked through the letters yet?” Ianto asked pulling away from Jack and walked over to join James at the computer screen, “The ones written about the training exercise?”
“Yes, just going through the last one,” James replied, keeping his eyes on the computer screen. “So far they are all containing sadness over losing one of their own.”
“Well yes that was what we expected.” Ianto said putting a hand on James’ shoulder.
“Though this one’s interesting, written by his best friend John.”
“Why is it interesting?” Jack asked while coming over to join them.
“Because it’s about an event which happened the night before he disappeared.” James replied, “While on the way to the hotel.”
“Ok but when you say best friend.....?” Jack asked suspiciously.
“Oh just shut up Jack.” Ianto told him, “James, what does it say?”
“Last night while walking home, my best mate Emmett found a red blanket lying on the pavement.” James read on the screen, “He picked it up just as it was starting to rain; we huddle under it and started to walk back to the hotel. When we got back we noticed that the blanket was black. Confused Emmett noticed a tag on the edge which read, May change colour when wet.”