Moving On - An Immortal Ianto fic 1/?
After being AWOL for what felt like forever, the muses seem to be back and so here's a new fic set in my Immortal Ianto 'verse and a direct follow on from Whatever Remains and the events of Children of Earth.
Disclaimer:Torchwood and Highlander aren't mine, or this fic wouldn't have become Denial.
Warning: Rated PG13 for swearing.
Big thanks to aeron_lanart for beta duties.
Moving On
Ianto stood at the edge of the pit that had once been the Hub and stared down into the ruins. He wasn’t normally one for melancholy brooding; Jack did enough of that for the both of them, but the torn and empty hole in the earth echoed the way he currently felt.
It had taken months just to clear the debris; it would probably take years to sift through it all for anything worth salvaging. The deeper levels had been more or less untouched and Ianto was grateful for the small mercy that the storage levels had been left undisturbed. He was glad the blast hadn’t touched Tosh and Owen; they’d been through enough.
The cleanup was being made harder because at the moment Torchwood was just him and Jack. Amanda had to leave to help a friend in Paris shortly after the 456. Ianto had a feeling she had other reasons to depart, but he didn’t blame her. Part of him wanted to leave, to get some distance from Jack, Torchwood and the whole bloody mess, but right now Jack needed him.
Gwen had taken her maternity leave, after much arguing, and while Rhys had been very helpful with the cleanup they could hardly expect him to go chasing Weevils in Gwen’s place.
Not that there were many Weevils to chase. Cardiff had been suspiciously and blissfully quiet, as though the Rift and those that came through it were afraid to piss off Torchwood. Ianto couldn’t blame them, Jack had made it very clear just what Torchwood was willing to do to protect Earth.
Jack had reverted to the ‘mardy bastard’ mode that Ianto had come to think of as his default setting. Their relationship was currently one of needy, desperate sex, something Ianto was happy to provide if that was what Jack required. But they would have to deal sooner rather than later. Neither of them was big on dealing with the past, but Stephen’s death was not something Jack could brush aside in his usual way.
And that was a big part of the problem. Jack buried his emotions, pretended things had never happened, and one by one all the bad events of his long life had eaten away at him. Just in the few years Ianto had known him, Jack had survived more than most men experience in a lifetime. Nobody could come through completely unscathed, not even the indestructible Captain Jack Harkness.
Perhaps it would be good for both of them to get away for a while, Ianto mused. Cardiff could cope without them for a little while. Then a thought occurred to him and he smiled as he pulled his mobile out and hit a number on speed dial.
“Martha? I need a favour…”
Disclaimer:Torchwood and Highlander aren't mine, or this fic wouldn't have become Denial.
Warning: Rated PG13 for swearing.
Big thanks to aeron_lanart for beta duties.
Moving On
Ianto stood at the edge of the pit that had once been the Hub and stared down into the ruins. He wasn’t normally one for melancholy brooding; Jack did enough of that for the both of them, but the torn and empty hole in the earth echoed the way he currently felt.
It had taken months just to clear the debris; it would probably take years to sift through it all for anything worth salvaging. The deeper levels had been more or less untouched and Ianto was grateful for the small mercy that the storage levels had been left undisturbed. He was glad the blast hadn’t touched Tosh and Owen; they’d been through enough.
The cleanup was being made harder because at the moment Torchwood was just him and Jack. Amanda had to leave to help a friend in Paris shortly after the 456. Ianto had a feeling she had other reasons to depart, but he didn’t blame her. Part of him wanted to leave, to get some distance from Jack, Torchwood and the whole bloody mess, but right now Jack needed him.
Gwen had taken her maternity leave, after much arguing, and while Rhys had been very helpful with the cleanup they could hardly expect him to go chasing Weevils in Gwen’s place.
Not that there were many Weevils to chase. Cardiff had been suspiciously and blissfully quiet, as though the Rift and those that came through it were afraid to piss off Torchwood. Ianto couldn’t blame them, Jack had made it very clear just what Torchwood was willing to do to protect Earth.
Jack had reverted to the ‘mardy bastard’ mode that Ianto had come to think of as his default setting. Their relationship was currently one of needy, desperate sex, something Ianto was happy to provide if that was what Jack required. But they would have to deal sooner rather than later. Neither of them was big on dealing with the past, but Stephen’s death was not something Jack could brush aside in his usual way.
And that was a big part of the problem. Jack buried his emotions, pretended things had never happened, and one by one all the bad events of his long life had eaten away at him. Just in the few years Ianto had known him, Jack had survived more than most men experience in a lifetime. Nobody could come through completely unscathed, not even the indestructible Captain Jack Harkness.
Perhaps it would be good for both of them to get away for a while, Ianto mused. Cardiff could cope without them for a little while. Then a thought occurred to him and he smiled as he pulled his mobile out and hit a number on speed dial.
“Martha? I need a favour…”