And Everything: Ianto's story part three
Okay guys, hold on to your hats this one gets a little bit complicated... but it worth it.
Part three... enjoy, oh and one and two is here http://miss-shine.livejournal.com/6447.html
Ianto ran to the railings the Southampton dock was fading into the distance he stood wide mouthed and watched it turn into a tiny dot. This wasn’t fair, it wasn’t right he was on the vague of creating what promised to be a good life - an amazing life with Jack and his unborn daughter. Well now that Ianto thought about Jack’s message she might have been born already, Jack may have been holding her right now. Then Ianto reminded himself that she hadn’t even been thought of yet, his parents hadn’t even been thought of yet. In fact his grandparents might not have even been thought of yet, he wasn’t sure when they were actually born.
He thought of Jack again, at this moment in time he was possibly getting drunk in some dingy Cardiff pub or chasing down some alien life form on Torchwood’s orders. Ianto hung his head as he felt the tears running down his face he wondered if his daughter would think of him much. Or weather she would simply expect his absence as a part of her life and seldom think about him. He leant on the railings and looked over board he considered jumping over, but the more he thought about it the more stupid it seemed. If the others had found him either by the list of the dead of some other means than they would look for him on the Titanic.
If he jumped overboard then they would open the rift for no good reason, and in the process risk damage to the entire plant. He had too stay here he was and leave bread crumps to ensure they found him before the Titanic sunk. He looked around maybe he could get his name on the list of passengers; he wondered here the list was or who wrote it.
Then he saw a group of people standing in a crowd a little way from him. They were having their photograph taken, well that was a start when Tosh and Jack went missing a photograph was how Owen and he found them. Slowly Ianto edged over to the group and stood in the back of the group the flash went off and Ianto was in the picture. ‘Good work’ thought Ianto to himself as he was pondering the possibility of getting himself in more photographs a young man spoke to him. “How are you?” he asked quizzically.
“Ianto Jones” he answered.
The young man took in his clothes, “are you part of the crew?” he asked.
“Er…no, not exactly” Ianto admitted.
“A passenger?” the man asked.
“Er… no…I guess…I…” Ianto stammered. The young man took Ianto by the arm and pulled him to the railings.
“Are you a sow away?” he whispered.
“Um… what’s your name?” asked Ianto. He felt that the man might be easier persuaded not to turn him in or have him thrown over… did they do that in the 1900’s Ianto wondered, possibly not.
“Thomas Brown” he answered, Ianto thought it ironic that his name should be brown when he had green eyes and sandy blonde hair.
“Well Thomas, this may sound strange but I’m not entirely sure how I got here. If I am a sow away then it is through no will of my own”
“I know I saw you and that old man appear while everyone else was looking the other way…how did he do that?”
“I don’t know, I suppose some might call it a gift” Ianto looked the young man directly in the eye. “Please don’t turn me in” he pleaded.
Thomas looked around the crowd he had been with had disappeared completely. “Come with me” he whispered.
Ianto followed Thomas down the stairs to the crew’s passage on the port side of the ship. Ianto followed closely behind him as Thomas walked down the winding corridors. It took them a while to get to his room but not as long as Ianto had thought it might take. “We were lucky you see,” he said. Ianto thought that luck might be a bit thin on the ground on the Titanic. “There’s a share buck in our room, the lad who were meant to be in it got very sick at the last minute and weren’t able to come. Got to feel sorry for him really not a lot of people can afford to lose three pounds and fifteen shillings.”
“Of course” Ianto agreed thinking that if Jack paid that he wouldn’t even get out of bed. Thomas opened the bedroom door to reveal six bucks, three on either side of the room; the middle buck on the left hadn’t been made up. The blanket and pillow were still neatly piled at the end of the bed. “You take it,” said Thomas “I’ll the others that you were late or something, I’ll say that you’re a room steward so that they don’t wonder why you’re never at dinner.”
Ianto moved toward the buck and sat down he took in the tiny room and aloud himself to lose hope a little, this could be were he would live until he died he thought. A tear slipped down his cheek as something very strange and painful started to happen to his hands. “Thomas?” he said.
“Ianto, what’s happening to you” he had a worried look on his face as he knelt before Ianto. His hands were turning to dust, no, not dust atoms his entire body was being ripped apart and he was turning into atoms, into nothing.
Ianto Jones woke up in a cold sweat. He sat bolt up right in his bed he must have been dreaming of Canary wharf again. He tried to remember his dream… had he been on the Titanic? What a strange dream still it made a change from the usual nightmare. A loud moan came from the living room and Ianto forced himself out of his bed. To attend to his lover, he wondered sleepily into the living room. Where Lisa lay on the cyber conversion unit. He upped her dose before saying, “good morning” and kissing her forehead. “How are you feeling sweetheart?”
“Worse, Yan it keeps getting worse please let me die”
“No, sweetie I will find someone to help us and cure you.”
“But the pain…”
“Please Lisa, We have just lost our baby please don’t make me lose you too.” She didn’t answer the pain was to much she just gave a simple nod and Ianto kissed her forehead once again. He walked into the kitchen and made himself a cup of hot coffee, then he poured Lisa a glass of cold water from the fridge and put a straw in it. He took both drinks in to the living room and put his coffee down before holding the glass so that Lisa could drink. He listened to the London traffic as Lisa drunk through the open window. It was always left open these days so that the cold air could stop Lisa over heating.
There was a sudden knock at the door, Ianto was wary of unexpected visitors these days. He went to the front door leaving the chain on he opened it a fraction. “Yes” he said sharply to the man on his doorstep. He was about twenty, Ianto would have said mid twenties. He had brown hair and brown eyes he was wearing a leather jacket. Under it he wore combats and a t-shirt that was a navy blue colour.
“Ianto Jones?” asked the man.
“Who’s asking?” snapped Ianto. The man raised an eye brow in reaction to Ianto’s shortness.
“Dr Owen Harper, I take it your Jones then.” Ianto nodded, he had contacted several Doctors in connection to Lisa’s condition but couldn’t remember a Harper on the list.
“I need your help.” Said the doctor. “this is going to sound strange…very strange. But in another time we sort of knew each other we worked together. Somewhere called Torchwood in Cardiff I think it was. We’re not there now because something weird happened and now we’re living these lives instead… it’s a bit complex…. Can I come in?”
“was your brain damaged in the battle?” Ianto asked rather cruelly. “we’re not at Torchwood now because it fell in the battle of Canary Wharf, Torchwood Cardiff closed down in 2000 because the manager went mad and killed the staff”
“That’s what might have happened in this new time line. Look I’ve been reading up on the theories of time travel and it seems that if something gets changed in the past or future it will effect all the timelines that are connected to the advent. I need your help to locate a Miss Toshiko Sato, a Captain Jack Harkness and Miss Gwen Cooper because they are connected to this as well.” Owen finished his sentence and waited for Ianto’s reaction. Ianto shut the door in his face.
“All right I get it, I’m asking you to accept a lot of crazy shit” he posted a thick wedge of paper through the letter box. “Read it’ he said, “my number is on the bottom of the first page if you remember any of it… or dream about it call me and we’ll figure out what to do next. Look I know your girlfriend died in the battle and well if we can change to time lines maybe we’ll both get the people we love back.” Ianto listened to the doctor’s footsteps fade away.
“Weirdo” he muttered.
Part three... enjoy, oh and one and two is here http://miss-shine.livejournal.com/6447.html
Ianto ran to the railings the Southampton dock was fading into the distance he stood wide mouthed and watched it turn into a tiny dot. This wasn’t fair, it wasn’t right he was on the vague of creating what promised to be a good life - an amazing life with Jack and his unborn daughter. Well now that Ianto thought about Jack’s message she might have been born already, Jack may have been holding her right now. Then Ianto reminded himself that she hadn’t even been thought of yet, his parents hadn’t even been thought of yet. In fact his grandparents might not have even been thought of yet, he wasn’t sure when they were actually born.
He thought of Jack again, at this moment in time he was possibly getting drunk in some dingy Cardiff pub or chasing down some alien life form on Torchwood’s orders. Ianto hung his head as he felt the tears running down his face he wondered if his daughter would think of him much. Or weather she would simply expect his absence as a part of her life and seldom think about him. He leant on the railings and looked over board he considered jumping over, but the more he thought about it the more stupid it seemed. If the others had found him either by the list of the dead of some other means than they would look for him on the Titanic.
If he jumped overboard then they would open the rift for no good reason, and in the process risk damage to the entire plant. He had too stay here he was and leave bread crumps to ensure they found him before the Titanic sunk. He looked around maybe he could get his name on the list of passengers; he wondered here the list was or who wrote it.
Then he saw a group of people standing in a crowd a little way from him. They were having their photograph taken, well that was a start when Tosh and Jack went missing a photograph was how Owen and he found them. Slowly Ianto edged over to the group and stood in the back of the group the flash went off and Ianto was in the picture. ‘Good work’ thought Ianto to himself as he was pondering the possibility of getting himself in more photographs a young man spoke to him. “How are you?” he asked quizzically.
“Ianto Jones” he answered.
The young man took in his clothes, “are you part of the crew?” he asked.
“Er…no, not exactly” Ianto admitted.
“A passenger?” the man asked.
“Er… no…I guess…I…” Ianto stammered. The young man took Ianto by the arm and pulled him to the railings.
“Are you a sow away?” he whispered.
“Um… what’s your name?” asked Ianto. He felt that the man might be easier persuaded not to turn him in or have him thrown over… did they do that in the 1900’s Ianto wondered, possibly not.
“Thomas Brown” he answered, Ianto thought it ironic that his name should be brown when he had green eyes and sandy blonde hair.
“Well Thomas, this may sound strange but I’m not entirely sure how I got here. If I am a sow away then it is through no will of my own”
“I know I saw you and that old man appear while everyone else was looking the other way…how did he do that?”
“I don’t know, I suppose some might call it a gift” Ianto looked the young man directly in the eye. “Please don’t turn me in” he pleaded.
Thomas looked around the crowd he had been with had disappeared completely. “Come with me” he whispered.
Ianto followed Thomas down the stairs to the crew’s passage on the port side of the ship. Ianto followed closely behind him as Thomas walked down the winding corridors. It took them a while to get to his room but not as long as Ianto had thought it might take. “We were lucky you see,” he said. Ianto thought that luck might be a bit thin on the ground on the Titanic. “There’s a share buck in our room, the lad who were meant to be in it got very sick at the last minute and weren’t able to come. Got to feel sorry for him really not a lot of people can afford to lose three pounds and fifteen shillings.”
“Of course” Ianto agreed thinking that if Jack paid that he wouldn’t even get out of bed. Thomas opened the bedroom door to reveal six bucks, three on either side of the room; the middle buck on the left hadn’t been made up. The blanket and pillow were still neatly piled at the end of the bed. “You take it,” said Thomas “I’ll the others that you were late or something, I’ll say that you’re a room steward so that they don’t wonder why you’re never at dinner.”
Ianto moved toward the buck and sat down he took in the tiny room and aloud himself to lose hope a little, this could be were he would live until he died he thought. A tear slipped down his cheek as something very strange and painful started to happen to his hands. “Thomas?” he said.
“Ianto, what’s happening to you” he had a worried look on his face as he knelt before Ianto. His hands were turning to dust, no, not dust atoms his entire body was being ripped apart and he was turning into atoms, into nothing.
Ianto Jones woke up in a cold sweat. He sat bolt up right in his bed he must have been dreaming of Canary wharf again. He tried to remember his dream… had he been on the Titanic? What a strange dream still it made a change from the usual nightmare. A loud moan came from the living room and Ianto forced himself out of his bed. To attend to his lover, he wondered sleepily into the living room. Where Lisa lay on the cyber conversion unit. He upped her dose before saying, “good morning” and kissing her forehead. “How are you feeling sweetheart?”
“Worse, Yan it keeps getting worse please let me die”
“No, sweetie I will find someone to help us and cure you.”
“But the pain…”
“Please Lisa, We have just lost our baby please don’t make me lose you too.” She didn’t answer the pain was to much she just gave a simple nod and Ianto kissed her forehead once again. He walked into the kitchen and made himself a cup of hot coffee, then he poured Lisa a glass of cold water from the fridge and put a straw in it. He took both drinks in to the living room and put his coffee down before holding the glass so that Lisa could drink. He listened to the London traffic as Lisa drunk through the open window. It was always left open these days so that the cold air could stop Lisa over heating.
There was a sudden knock at the door, Ianto was wary of unexpected visitors these days. He went to the front door leaving the chain on he opened it a fraction. “Yes” he said sharply to the man on his doorstep. He was about twenty, Ianto would have said mid twenties. He had brown hair and brown eyes he was wearing a leather jacket. Under it he wore combats and a t-shirt that was a navy blue colour.
“Ianto Jones?” asked the man.
“Who’s asking?” snapped Ianto. The man raised an eye brow in reaction to Ianto’s shortness.
“Dr Owen Harper, I take it your Jones then.” Ianto nodded, he had contacted several Doctors in connection to Lisa’s condition but couldn’t remember a Harper on the list.
“I need your help.” Said the doctor. “this is going to sound strange…very strange. But in another time we sort of knew each other we worked together. Somewhere called Torchwood in Cardiff I think it was. We’re not there now because something weird happened and now we’re living these lives instead… it’s a bit complex…. Can I come in?”
“was your brain damaged in the battle?” Ianto asked rather cruelly. “we’re not at Torchwood now because it fell in the battle of Canary Wharf, Torchwood Cardiff closed down in 2000 because the manager went mad and killed the staff”
“That’s what might have happened in this new time line. Look I’ve been reading up on the theories of time travel and it seems that if something gets changed in the past or future it will effect all the timelines that are connected to the advent. I need your help to locate a Miss Toshiko Sato, a Captain Jack Harkness and Miss Gwen Cooper because they are connected to this as well.” Owen finished his sentence and waited for Ianto’s reaction. Ianto shut the door in his face.
“All right I get it, I’m asking you to accept a lot of crazy shit” he posted a thick wedge of paper through the letter box. “Read it’ he said, “my number is on the bottom of the first page if you remember any of it… or dream about it call me and we’ll figure out what to do next. Look I know your girlfriend died in the battle and well if we can change to time lines maybe we’ll both get the people we love back.” Ianto listened to the doctor’s footsteps fade away.
“Weirdo” he muttered.