Ficlet: Silver Metal
Title: Silver Metal
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Lisa
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Cyberwoman, maybe Fragments.
Summary: Ianto can’t allow himself to think of anything but saving Lisa.
Word Count: 253
Written For: My own prompt ‘Torchwood, Ianto/Lisa, The Silver Metal Lover,’ at
fic_promptly.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters. They belong to the BBC.
She’s still Lisa. The same warm, brown eyes and mocha skin, the same smile, tremulous now because of the pain, the same voice. It doesn’t matter that parts of her are encased in silver metal, that’s just surface, it doesn’t change who she is inside. She’s the woman he loves, and he has to save her.
That’s why he frees her from the machines, half carrying her from the blood-spattered room, despite her weight having more than doubled. The metal hampers his efforts, but it doesn’t matter, because Lisa’s still in there, underneath it all, and she needs his help. It’s not her fault she looks like this, but it’s up to him to find a way to fix it, fix her, undo what’s been done to her. He doesn’t know how yet, but he’ll do it. He has to, he already promised her and he never breaks his promises.
So he borrows a van, cobbles together a life-support machine from one of the conversion chambers, following Lisa’s instructions. He doesn’t think about how she can know and understand the workings of the alien technology; Lisa was always brilliant and he couldn’t do this without her. He loves her and he’ll do whatever it takes, because under the metal, she’s still Lisa. He tells himself that over and over again, like a mantra. The woman clad in silver metal is Lisa and he’s going to save her. He has to believe that, because right now, it’s the only thing that’s keeping him going.
The End