The Storms of Change: Chapter One
Summary: There comes a time in every Sentinel's life when their immortality is revealed. When 21st Century Earth is the epicenter of the change that will decide the survival of the human race. What kind of consequences affect those who are preparing for the change as this immortality is revealed amongst one of their own. Is Torchwood really ready?
Words: 1,157
Title: Gone
Ianto cautiously followed Jack and Owen through the dimly lit warehouse where Tosh had informed them had experienced a pretty big rift spike. There was no evidence of an alien having come through, and CCTV hadn't picked up anything so they figured it had to be some sort of object. They hadn't found the object yet and they were all getting tenser by the moment.
Owen's shoulder was stiff, he wouldn't be good in a fight if things turned out that way and Ianto wondered why Jack had ordered him along. The man had a bullet wound and was on painkillers, his reaction time would be drastically slower and he could end up being a liability. What the hell was Jack thinking?
Or was he even thinking at all? Ianto knew something had happened in 1941; something that had changed the way Jack looked at him, as if whatever they had wasn't important anymore. Ianto had never expected eternity from Jack, not when Jack still thought of him as a mortal but he had hoped that they were building up to the moment where they both of them could feel as if they could spill their secrets to one another. Everything they had worked though so far now was gone, Jack had completely reverted and now Ianto didn't know what to do.
"Tosh can you pinpoint the location of what we're looking for?" Jack asked as they entered yet another section of the warehouse and saw nothing.
Tosh had stayed behind because they needed someone on the Rift Monitor all the time now. Owen opening it had damaged it, made it unpredictable and their jobs that much more difficult.
Gwen was somewhere. She hadn't showed up for work or answered any of her phones though Tosh had determined that she was still in her flat. Ianto hoped that Jack was going to demand some sort of explanation for the casual dismissal of her job and not take the petty excuses she always handed him. She'd been getting away with a lot lately and Ianto feared it was going to put them in unnecessary danger. She may be the supposed 'empathetic' person of the team but her empathy only caused more trouble. She disregarded strict protocol in favour of doing 'the right thing' and though it had almost gotten her killed several times she still hadn't learned her lesson. Ianto dearly hoped she would, she'd been prancing around Torchwood on her high hat for too long.
"I'm sorry Jack but there's too much interfering rift energy all around you," was Tosh's reply.
Jack sighed and turned to Ianto and Owen, "Split up, we've got a lot more space to cover and I really want to find this object."
Ianto nodded and they broke off each taking a direction and moving forward. Ianto chose to go to the upper level while Jack and Owen stayed on the main floor. He made his way quick through each room, cheating as he extending his senses in search for the alien device so he didn't have to look in every nook and cranny himself.
He tensed as he was alerted to something in the next room, something that was definitely living. He drew his gun and then eased open the door, ready to shoot in a moment's notice. He wasn't afraid of anything that came after him, he had a power far beyond anything that came from the rift but he still had to be cautious.
"You," he growled upon seeing Bilis Manger, the thing that had trapped Jack and Tosh in the past. "What do you want?"
Bilis smiled, "I can't quite figure out what you are Mr. Jones and that makes you an unknown variable in my plans. I think you have the power to stop me and I think you would if you knew what I had in store for you."
Ianto frowned and raised his gun just a little so that the kill shot would be a head shot. He had no problem in taking this thing's life, if what he lived was even called life. He couldn't be sure since he didn't know his origin. "So what are you going to do?"
Bilis smiled, "I'm going to get rid of you Ianto Jones, and no one can save you."
"Jack, I'm detecting a massive rift spike in the warehouse," Tosh's voice announced.
Ianto's eyes widened as he turned around. The rift was opening all around him, engulfing him and he could feel it taking him away. "Jack!" he screamed if fear. The rift energy felt all wrong, it wasn't compatible with his own pure energy and it tore at his insides. The last thing he saw was Bilis's smirking face before everything went black.
The rift energy took him apart, tore into him and made him bleed. It choked him, took the breath right out of him and killed him, over and over again and he just kept coming back. He had never died before but now he knew how Jack felt every time it happened, the pain of dying and the shock of coming back again. It took so much out of him, and it frightened him. He didn't know what to do he had no one there when he came back, no one for him to grab a hold of and cling to because he was alone. There was nobody in the rift, nobody in between time and space. It was just a void of nothing, of pain and suffering and of eternal death.
Ianto didn't know how long he'd been in the rift but when he finally woke up, completely healed and on land he cried in joy. He was so relieved he just curled up and cried, not caring where he was because all that mattered was that he was alive and no longer suffering.
"Excuse me, are you ok?"
Ianto jumped and tried to scramble to his feet but he was too weak and ended up only being able to lift his head. The man who had spoken to him was gorgeous but his attire was very out of date, at least to was Ianto was use to.
"Um, not really. Can you tell me what day it is?" Ianto asked feeling like a fool.
"It is the twenty first of April," was the reply. The handsome man was now looking at Ianto as if there was something wrong with him. Which, in a sense there was but he didn't need to know that.
Ianto frowned, "I'm sorry, but I've seemed to have encountered a bit of a loss of memory. Can you tell me the year?"
The man looked relieved now, as if the amnesia explained everything which, in a sense it did, but it didn't explain Ianto's clothing style or why he looked perfectly healthy but was as weak as an infant. "It is the year 1808."
Chapter Two
Sentinels Guide
Words: 1,157
Title: Gone
Ianto cautiously followed Jack and Owen through the dimly lit warehouse where Tosh had informed them had experienced a pretty big rift spike. There was no evidence of an alien having come through, and CCTV hadn't picked up anything so they figured it had to be some sort of object. They hadn't found the object yet and they were all getting tenser by the moment.
Owen's shoulder was stiff, he wouldn't be good in a fight if things turned out that way and Ianto wondered why Jack had ordered him along. The man had a bullet wound and was on painkillers, his reaction time would be drastically slower and he could end up being a liability. What the hell was Jack thinking?
Or was he even thinking at all? Ianto knew something had happened in 1941; something that had changed the way Jack looked at him, as if whatever they had wasn't important anymore. Ianto had never expected eternity from Jack, not when Jack still thought of him as a mortal but he had hoped that they were building up to the moment where they both of them could feel as if they could spill their secrets to one another. Everything they had worked though so far now was gone, Jack had completely reverted and now Ianto didn't know what to do.
"Tosh can you pinpoint the location of what we're looking for?" Jack asked as they entered yet another section of the warehouse and saw nothing.
Tosh had stayed behind because they needed someone on the Rift Monitor all the time now. Owen opening it had damaged it, made it unpredictable and their jobs that much more difficult.
Gwen was somewhere. She hadn't showed up for work or answered any of her phones though Tosh had determined that she was still in her flat. Ianto hoped that Jack was going to demand some sort of explanation for the casual dismissal of her job and not take the petty excuses she always handed him. She'd been getting away with a lot lately and Ianto feared it was going to put them in unnecessary danger. She may be the supposed 'empathetic' person of the team but her empathy only caused more trouble. She disregarded strict protocol in favour of doing 'the right thing' and though it had almost gotten her killed several times she still hadn't learned her lesson. Ianto dearly hoped she would, she'd been prancing around Torchwood on her high hat for too long.
"I'm sorry Jack but there's too much interfering rift energy all around you," was Tosh's reply.
Jack sighed and turned to Ianto and Owen, "Split up, we've got a lot more space to cover and I really want to find this object."
Ianto nodded and they broke off each taking a direction and moving forward. Ianto chose to go to the upper level while Jack and Owen stayed on the main floor. He made his way quick through each room, cheating as he extending his senses in search for the alien device so he didn't have to look in every nook and cranny himself.
He tensed as he was alerted to something in the next room, something that was definitely living. He drew his gun and then eased open the door, ready to shoot in a moment's notice. He wasn't afraid of anything that came after him, he had a power far beyond anything that came from the rift but he still had to be cautious.
"You," he growled upon seeing Bilis Manger, the thing that had trapped Jack and Tosh in the past. "What do you want?"
Bilis smiled, "I can't quite figure out what you are Mr. Jones and that makes you an unknown variable in my plans. I think you have the power to stop me and I think you would if you knew what I had in store for you."
Ianto frowned and raised his gun just a little so that the kill shot would be a head shot. He had no problem in taking this thing's life, if what he lived was even called life. He couldn't be sure since he didn't know his origin. "So what are you going to do?"
Bilis smiled, "I'm going to get rid of you Ianto Jones, and no one can save you."
"Jack, I'm detecting a massive rift spike in the warehouse," Tosh's voice announced.
Ianto's eyes widened as he turned around. The rift was opening all around him, engulfing him and he could feel it taking him away. "Jack!" he screamed if fear. The rift energy felt all wrong, it wasn't compatible with his own pure energy and it tore at his insides. The last thing he saw was Bilis's smirking face before everything went black.
The rift energy took him apart, tore into him and made him bleed. It choked him, took the breath right out of him and killed him, over and over again and he just kept coming back. He had never died before but now he knew how Jack felt every time it happened, the pain of dying and the shock of coming back again. It took so much out of him, and it frightened him. He didn't know what to do he had no one there when he came back, no one for him to grab a hold of and cling to because he was alone. There was nobody in the rift, nobody in between time and space. It was just a void of nothing, of pain and suffering and of eternal death.
Ianto didn't know how long he'd been in the rift but when he finally woke up, completely healed and on land he cried in joy. He was so relieved he just curled up and cried, not caring where he was because all that mattered was that he was alive and no longer suffering.
"Excuse me, are you ok?"
Ianto jumped and tried to scramble to his feet but he was too weak and ended up only being able to lift his head. The man who had spoken to him was gorgeous but his attire was very out of date, at least to was Ianto was use to.
"Um, not really. Can you tell me what day it is?" Ianto asked feeling like a fool.
"It is the twenty first of April," was the reply. The handsome man was now looking at Ianto as if there was something wrong with him. Which, in a sense there was but he didn't need to know that.
Ianto frowned, "I'm sorry, but I've seemed to have encountered a bit of a loss of memory. Can you tell me the year?"
The man looked relieved now, as if the amnesia explained everything which, in a sense it did, but it didn't explain Ianto's clothing style or why he looked perfectly healthy but was as weak as an infant. "It is the year 1808."
Chapter Two
Sentinels Guide