Jack- August 19th, 2009
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ericadawn16Title: But Time Didn’t Stop
Characters: Jack, Gwen, Rhi, Lois, Johnson, Mica Jack/Ianto Gwen/Rhys
Rated: PG-13 ANGST COE Spoilers
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: It's Ianto's birthday...
Author's Note: Starts after COE.
Previous Chapter: August 16th, 2009
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/63337.html
August 19th, 2009
“Jack, I went through all the footage that was shot at my wedding and made you a video. I thought you might need it today. Love, Martha,” he read and looked at the disc. “Ianto” was written on it in blue marker.
“That was nice of her,” Lois remarked and he nodded, putting both in his inside coat pocket. He ended up taking off early and arriving in Newport before 4:30.
“Jack, I’m so happy to see you,” Rhi exclaimed and embraced him, “Mica is playing her game but Johnny and David are going to play football if you want to join them…”
“I’d like that,” he agreed and she smiled, hugging him again.
“Uncle Jack!” Mica cried and ran to him, throwing her arms around his legs. His first impulse was to pick her up as he’d done with Steven, but he couldn’t. It was too soon. His back had been bothering him lately as well which probably wouldn’t be improved by football. However, it would be good for him to do something with Johnny and David.
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Three days later, they were reunited again at St Woolos. Johnny and Rhi held hands and Jack’s left hand was held by Mica. David trudged behind. He’d liked their game of football even though it made him so tired that he went straight to bed when he reached home. Then, he saw the grey stone and took a deep breath. It read:
Ianto Jones
August 19, 1983-June 4, 2009
Beloved Husband, Brother, Uncle and God of Coffee
Pass freely thro': the wood is all thine own,
Until the end of time.
“Oh, Rhi,” he uttered and held a hand to his mouth.
“You like my surprise?” she asked with a little smile, putting her arm around his back and laying her head on his shoulder. At first, he couldn’t decide. However, he found that he did like it.
“Yes, I do,” he conceded and found himself able to return her little smile. They each laid down a Lily in front of the stone and said something. It was really final now. Except for taking him out of Torchwood’s system, there was nothing else to be done.
“Come on, mister, we’re eating out and that includes you,” said Rhi, taking his hand and leading him away, “You’re family now.”
When he returned that night, he wasn’t tired yet so he took out that disc that Martha had sent and put it into the DVD player in the bedroon, taking out the disc that was already in it. Disc by disc, he'd been watching Ianto's copies of those movies with Hobbits. He liked being able to know more about him through what he liked so well. Jack and Ianto appeared on the telly screen.
“Martha, I just want to say congratulations and I hope you and Tom will have many happy years together,” said Ianto, raising a champagne glass.
“Martha, you deserve every happiness and Tom, if you ever hurt her, I will come after you,” Jack spoke and raised his glass as well. Ianto shot him a look before Jack noticed that his lover’s arm had come around his back. Watching it, he wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. The scene changed to he and Ianto doing a slow dance, Ianto eating cake, he and Ianto holding hands. Even though the video was fifteen minutes at the most, it felt so much shorter. He didn’t want the footage to end of the younger man smiling, laughing and singing along to the Simple Minds’ song. It was hard to believe that less than a week after this was filmed, he was dead.
“I won’t ever forget about you, Ianto,” Jack vowed and reached to take the disc out when a new wave of nausea hit. It was the first time in days, he thought as he hurried to the loo.
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As August was about to turn into September, Jack rode the temporary lift out of the hole with the book secure in his coat pocket. In fact, it had stretched out the lining of the pocket.
“I’m surprised to see you here,” Johnson remarked as she stood leaning against the fence, “Shouldn’t you be getting ready for the funeral?”
He knew she suspected something.
“I’m going home right now,” he told her which was the truth.
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“Where are you?” asked Bill Shipton on the mobile an hour later.
“I’m coming; I may be a little late so start it without me…”
“Oh, sir, I don’t know about that…” the government official started and Jack interrupted him, “No, it’ll be fine, I’ll be there, I promise.”
Then, he looked up at the schedule to see his options.
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“Jack, you should have been here by now,” came Gwen’s voice through his mobile.
“I’m just being a little late; they should go ahead and start. Make sure they do that. I’ll make it by the end,” he told her as the young woman approached him.
“Are you sure?” asked the Welshwoman.
“Yes, absolutely, I need you to make sure that the funeral happens as scheduled. I know you can do that…I’ll be there,” he tried to reassure her.
“Sir, Mr Harper,” the woman in uniform addressed him.
“Bye Gwen,” he spoke and hung up.
“I’m sorry, sir, but we’re taking off now and I must ask you not to use your phone at this time,” the flight attendant told him. He nodded, turned it off and put it away into a pocket. Jack rubbed his chest and hoped he wasn’t feeling the start of major heartburn.
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The next day, he had sand between his toes and water in front of him as far as the eye could see. It was glorious. He turned his phone back on and had it ring within five minutes. He smiled at the caller.
“Hello Gwen,” he answered as he walked along the waterline.
“So, you finally have your phone on,” she commented, “Where are you?”
“Uh, Sydney,” he admitted like a three year old who’d stolen a cookie.
“AUSTRALIA?!” screamed the voice on the other end.
“Yes, did you do as I asked and make sure he was buried?” Jack asked in a very calm manner.
“Yes, but Jack…”
“Who’s going to run Torchwood?” he guessed and there was a brief period of silence.
“Well, yes,” she confirmed.
“You are,” he declared as a seagull flew past.
“But Jack…”
“You’re the second most senior member and you’ve been taking on most of the responsibility already. You’re ready for this, Gwen,” he said before she could try and argue again, “You have Lois and Johnson. Bridget can do things, too. If you need more help than that, there’s Rhys and Andy. I’m sorry I can’t give you any advice on getting a medical doctor, but I lucked out with Owen. You could try UNIT, see if anyone wants to transfer.”
“But…are you ever coming back?” Gwen asked and he had possibly made her cry.
“I’ll be back one day, but Wales has…too many ghosts. I need to see new places, new experiences. I’ll have my mobile. We can keep in touch, you’ll do fine, bye, Gwen,” he told her and hung up. He felt better, lighter, like Wales was a million miles away…at least.
Australia was great…for a couple of weeks. Then, he saw the cover of a magazine about a TinTin film and a man in a suit with a pink shirt and he knew it was time to go again. Jack walked up to the schedule of flights and looked for the next one he could make. There were two: Mumbai and Osaka.
“I hate you,” he muttered to the inanimate object.
Later, he stepped onto the pavement of Osaka and looked around at the buildings. It was different, at least. He readjusted the trousers that had become tighter than they used to be and went exploring.
It wasn’t different enough though as time went on. He looked at the young woman reading a book on mathematics and thought about how Tosh’s thirty-fourth birthday would have been on the 18th. This had been where she was born and lived the first few years of her life. After a couple of days, he hurried to the airport and studied the schedule again.
“Cardiff or Orlando?” he asked himself and the choice was easy.
September 11th, 2009
Characters: Jack, Gwen, Rhi, Lois, Johnson, Mica Jack/Ianto Gwen/Rhys
Rated: PG-13 ANGST COE Spoilers
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: It's Ianto's birthday...
Author's Note: Starts after COE.
Previous Chapter: August 16th, 2009
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/63337.html
August 19th, 2009
“Jack, I went through all the footage that was shot at my wedding and made you a video. I thought you might need it today. Love, Martha,” he read and looked at the disc. “Ianto” was written on it in blue marker.
“That was nice of her,” Lois remarked and he nodded, putting both in his inside coat pocket. He ended up taking off early and arriving in Newport before 4:30.
“Jack, I’m so happy to see you,” Rhi exclaimed and embraced him, “Mica is playing her game but Johnny and David are going to play football if you want to join them…”
“I’d like that,” he agreed and she smiled, hugging him again.
“Uncle Jack!” Mica cried and ran to him, throwing her arms around his legs. His first impulse was to pick her up as he’d done with Steven, but he couldn’t. It was too soon. His back had been bothering him lately as well which probably wouldn’t be improved by football. However, it would be good for him to do something with Johnny and David.
**********************************************************************
Three days later, they were reunited again at St Woolos. Johnny and Rhi held hands and Jack’s left hand was held by Mica. David trudged behind. He’d liked their game of football even though it made him so tired that he went straight to bed when he reached home. Then, he saw the grey stone and took a deep breath. It read:
Ianto Jones
August 19, 1983-June 4, 2009
Beloved Husband, Brother, Uncle and God of Coffee
Pass freely thro': the wood is all thine own,
Until the end of time.
“Oh, Rhi,” he uttered and held a hand to his mouth.
“You like my surprise?” she asked with a little smile, putting her arm around his back and laying her head on his shoulder. At first, he couldn’t decide. However, he found that he did like it.
“Yes, I do,” he conceded and found himself able to return her little smile. They each laid down a Lily in front of the stone and said something. It was really final now. Except for taking him out of Torchwood’s system, there was nothing else to be done.
“Come on, mister, we’re eating out and that includes you,” said Rhi, taking his hand and leading him away, “You’re family now.”
When he returned that night, he wasn’t tired yet so he took out that disc that Martha had sent and put it into the DVD player in the bedroon, taking out the disc that was already in it. Disc by disc, he'd been watching Ianto's copies of those movies with Hobbits. He liked being able to know more about him through what he liked so well. Jack and Ianto appeared on the telly screen.
“Martha, I just want to say congratulations and I hope you and Tom will have many happy years together,” said Ianto, raising a champagne glass.
“Martha, you deserve every happiness and Tom, if you ever hurt her, I will come after you,” Jack spoke and raised his glass as well. Ianto shot him a look before Jack noticed that his lover’s arm had come around his back. Watching it, he wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. The scene changed to he and Ianto doing a slow dance, Ianto eating cake, he and Ianto holding hands. Even though the video was fifteen minutes at the most, it felt so much shorter. He didn’t want the footage to end of the younger man smiling, laughing and singing along to the Simple Minds’ song. It was hard to believe that less than a week after this was filmed, he was dead.
“I won’t ever forget about you, Ianto,” Jack vowed and reached to take the disc out when a new wave of nausea hit. It was the first time in days, he thought as he hurried to the loo.
************************************************************************
As August was about to turn into September, Jack rode the temporary lift out of the hole with the book secure in his coat pocket. In fact, it had stretched out the lining of the pocket.
“I’m surprised to see you here,” Johnson remarked as she stood leaning against the fence, “Shouldn’t you be getting ready for the funeral?”
He knew she suspected something.
“I’m going home right now,” he told her which was the truth.
****************************************************************
“Where are you?” asked Bill Shipton on the mobile an hour later.
“I’m coming; I may be a little late so start it without me…”
“Oh, sir, I don’t know about that…” the government official started and Jack interrupted him, “No, it’ll be fine, I’ll be there, I promise.”
Then, he looked up at the schedule to see his options.
**********************************************
“Jack, you should have been here by now,” came Gwen’s voice through his mobile.
“I’m just being a little late; they should go ahead and start. Make sure they do that. I’ll make it by the end,” he told her as the young woman approached him.
“Are you sure?” asked the Welshwoman.
“Yes, absolutely, I need you to make sure that the funeral happens as scheduled. I know you can do that…I’ll be there,” he tried to reassure her.
“Sir, Mr Harper,” the woman in uniform addressed him.
“Bye Gwen,” he spoke and hung up.
“I’m sorry, sir, but we’re taking off now and I must ask you not to use your phone at this time,” the flight attendant told him. He nodded, turned it off and put it away into a pocket. Jack rubbed his chest and hoped he wasn’t feeling the start of major heartburn.
**********************************************************************
The next day, he had sand between his toes and water in front of him as far as the eye could see. It was glorious. He turned his phone back on and had it ring within five minutes. He smiled at the caller.
“Hello Gwen,” he answered as he walked along the waterline.
“So, you finally have your phone on,” she commented, “Where are you?”
“Uh, Sydney,” he admitted like a three year old who’d stolen a cookie.
“AUSTRALIA?!” screamed the voice on the other end.
“Yes, did you do as I asked and make sure he was buried?” Jack asked in a very calm manner.
“Yes, but Jack…”
“Who’s going to run Torchwood?” he guessed and there was a brief period of silence.
“Well, yes,” she confirmed.
“You are,” he declared as a seagull flew past.
“But Jack…”
“You’re the second most senior member and you’ve been taking on most of the responsibility already. You’re ready for this, Gwen,” he said before she could try and argue again, “You have Lois and Johnson. Bridget can do things, too. If you need more help than that, there’s Rhys and Andy. I’m sorry I can’t give you any advice on getting a medical doctor, but I lucked out with Owen. You could try UNIT, see if anyone wants to transfer.”
“But…are you ever coming back?” Gwen asked and he had possibly made her cry.
“I’ll be back one day, but Wales has…too many ghosts. I need to see new places, new experiences. I’ll have my mobile. We can keep in touch, you’ll do fine, bye, Gwen,” he told her and hung up. He felt better, lighter, like Wales was a million miles away…at least.
Australia was great…for a couple of weeks. Then, he saw the cover of a magazine about a TinTin film and a man in a suit with a pink shirt and he knew it was time to go again. Jack walked up to the schedule of flights and looked for the next one he could make. There were two: Mumbai and Osaka.
“I hate you,” he muttered to the inanimate object.
Later, he stepped onto the pavement of Osaka and looked around at the buildings. It was different, at least. He readjusted the trousers that had become tighter than they used to be and went exploring.
It wasn’t different enough though as time went on. He looked at the young woman reading a book on mathematics and thought about how Tosh’s thirty-fourth birthday would have been on the 18th. This had been where she was born and lived the first few years of her life. After a couple of days, he hurried to the airport and studied the schedule again.
“Cardiff or Orlando?” he asked himself and the choice was easy.
September 11th, 2009
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