Jack- November 15th, 2009
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ericadawn16Title: But Time Didn’t Stop
Characters: Jack Jack/Ianto
Rated: PG-13 ANGST COE Spoilers MPREG
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Jack reads about Ianto going through Torchwood One psychic testing.
Author's Note: Starts after COE and I did the dates as best I could even though they may not match up.
Previous Segment: November 14th, 2009
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/63337.html
November 15th, 2009
Even in the Time Agency, testing would be spread out over weeks or even months, not all at once. It’s not healthy to do them all at the same time; more like torture.
Back at headquarters, Ianto was given perfume and asked to tell them where it came from and who wore it. After half an hour, they finally decided he didn’t possess Clairalience and moved on to the next test. He had to wear headphones as he was asked questions by a woman somewhere else about things he had never seen and places that he had never been. Any corrected answers were attributed to good guessing and he didn’t pass that test. Then, they brought in an odd African dish and told to tell them what it tasted like without eating it. He couldn’t do this either and they let him have lunch.
“My head bloody hurts worse than the time we drank our way through Lisa’s liquor and they want me back in half an hour. Maybe I could get a hold of a gun and shoot myself in the foot or something…” Jack read and wished he could comfort him, but that was over three years ago and he assumed Lisa had done that.
After lunch, Ianto was taken to Albion hospital to the patients barely hanging on and asked which one would die next.
“Bringing morbid to all new heights, that should be the new Torchwood motto,” the former leader of Torchwood recited and continued, “I was right about which one, a guy named Joel from cancer, but not the way they wanted. They kept asking whether I had seen him alive after the doctors declared him dead, like a vision. Then, they wanted to know whether I had ever seen a relative or friend who was supposed to be miles away when they died. I told them I thought the dead had better things to do than haunting Ianto Jones.”
Instead of returning to Torchwood, they took him back to one of the rooms with an old man who was dying from AIDS and the flu and told him he had one hour to cure him using whatever means necessary; chanting, prayer, beads, etc. When asked if they had gone insane, Ianto was told that it was simply a test. Of course, he couldn’t do anything and when they took him back to work, he was allowed to leave but had to continue their exams the next day.
“It says that he spent the entire night vomiting while Lisa rubbed his back,” Jack spoke and shook his head before starting the next entry. They sat Ianto down and gave him a picture of a young woman from the Victorian times.
“Gwyneth Gardner was a psychic in Cardiff who, according to legends, sealed their rift all by herself and now I was supposed to contact her from ‘beyond.’ Maybe she’s having a moment with Charles Dickens or someone and I’m supposed to call her up for tea? This is ridiculous,” he read and rubbed his bump. Gwyneth had to be the same one in Gwen’s family tree. Did Ianto meet her?
No, he proved he was not a medium in any sense of the term. The next test involved an employee standing in front of the Odeon and Ianto had to astral-project to tell them what that person was wearing. He failed this part as well. Then, they threw a baseball at him without warning. He ducked enough that it hit his left shoulder instead of his face and that made them write more on their notepads.
“They had the nerve to ask me what I had dreamt last night. Nothing, I was hugging porcelain the whole time,” the man recited and continued, “They wanted know whether I’d ever had dreams that came true. The only thing I could remember was the dream where Lisa and I were making omelets so the next day we did, but it was the dream that made me think of making omelets, not the other way around.”
He was asked what was going to happen that day and they were not amused when he replied more tests. When pressed for an answer, Ianto told them that a blonde would try and get past security that afternoon. It had just popped into his head and he was relieved when they let him go for lunch. He returned to the room as before and waited and waited. Then, they finally returned with a disc in one hand and put it into the nearest laptop. There was a blonde struggling with security and the timestamp was twenty minutes before.
“’Vivien Rook, journalist, that was a nice catch, Jones,’ the leader of the department had said even though I tried to tell them it was a lucky guess, I’m just a bloke from Newport, nothing special, I’m nobody…” the former leader of Torchwood read with a frown, “Oh, Ianto, you were never nobody, you will always be special…especially to me.”
He remembered Vivien Rook; she had investigated The Master and died because of it. The entry continued as they placed a pencil in front of the Welshman and told him to move it.
“Towards the end of the hour, I was tempted to point and yell, ‘Look, there’s a fire!’ while I move the pencil as they’re looking, but that wouldn’t improve my situation,” Jack recited and wondered how much more Ianto could take. As the entry continued, they placed a box in front of him and asked what was in it. He couldn’t tell them. After fifteen minutes, they asked about visions. Had he ever seen anything that looked like the past? Something he might have mistaken for a past life? No, he couldn’t recall anything like that. Then, they took out a crystal ball for him to look into.
“Could it be any more asinine? As though I was supposed to see something, the only thing I thought I saw was smoke, fire and metal and that was because I was half-asleep at the time,” he read and looked up to notice the world getting lighter. Behind him, the sun must be coming up. On paper, Ianto had predicted Canary Wharf without realizing it. The tests were very similar to ones given by the Time Agency and that meant there were only two left.
The Welshman was asked what everyone in the room was thinking. He told them satisfactory answers for the first two times. Then, they put their guards up and he couldn’t hear a thing.
“Next, they started…the best way to describe it would be…they attacked me, breaking into my mind not just to listen to my thoughts but actively pursue them. My head hurt and I felt faint. When I came to, I was in a hospital bed and they said I had a seizure. Although on the bright side, it was decided I was too valuable a researcher to lose despite my test results,” the man recited and rubbed his bump, “poor Ianto.” He had done that sort of thing as a form of torture because you had to be careful.
“June 30, 2006 Strange happenings in Cardiff again. Not every day that the mayor turns up missing. Well, officially, she turned up missing, but Harkness filed a report. The mayor was an alien who was going to blow up Cardiff so I’m glad that was stopped. I can’t imagine my sister not being around. Yvonne’s turned up photos of The Doctor, Harkness and their companions except Harkness looks different. I know I sound like a nutter, but he looks a lot younger than when he just visited in April and his wardrobe was different; more modern. He should stick with vintage especially the coat…” the former leader of Torchwood read and smiled. It wasn’t until he was abandoned by the Doctor that he wore the coat on a regular basis.
“Like a security blanket,” he realized aloud, but he had no desire to give it up. It was another way of keeping Ianto’s memory close to him. The baby squirmed which reminded him that it was time for breakfast.
November 15th, 2009, Part Two
Characters: Jack Jack/Ianto
Rated: PG-13 ANGST COE Spoilers MPREG
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Jack reads about Ianto going through Torchwood One psychic testing.
Author's Note: Starts after COE and I did the dates as best I could even though they may not match up.
Previous Segment: November 14th, 2009
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/63337.html
November 15th, 2009
Even in the Time Agency, testing would be spread out over weeks or even months, not all at once. It’s not healthy to do them all at the same time; more like torture.
Back at headquarters, Ianto was given perfume and asked to tell them where it came from and who wore it. After half an hour, they finally decided he didn’t possess Clairalience and moved on to the next test. He had to wear headphones as he was asked questions by a woman somewhere else about things he had never seen and places that he had never been. Any corrected answers were attributed to good guessing and he didn’t pass that test. Then, they brought in an odd African dish and told to tell them what it tasted like without eating it. He couldn’t do this either and they let him have lunch.
“My head bloody hurts worse than the time we drank our way through Lisa’s liquor and they want me back in half an hour. Maybe I could get a hold of a gun and shoot myself in the foot or something…” Jack read and wished he could comfort him, but that was over three years ago and he assumed Lisa had done that.
After lunch, Ianto was taken to Albion hospital to the patients barely hanging on and asked which one would die next.
“Bringing morbid to all new heights, that should be the new Torchwood motto,” the former leader of Torchwood recited and continued, “I was right about which one, a guy named Joel from cancer, but not the way they wanted. They kept asking whether I had seen him alive after the doctors declared him dead, like a vision. Then, they wanted to know whether I had ever seen a relative or friend who was supposed to be miles away when they died. I told them I thought the dead had better things to do than haunting Ianto Jones.”
Instead of returning to Torchwood, they took him back to one of the rooms with an old man who was dying from AIDS and the flu and told him he had one hour to cure him using whatever means necessary; chanting, prayer, beads, etc. When asked if they had gone insane, Ianto was told that it was simply a test. Of course, he couldn’t do anything and when they took him back to work, he was allowed to leave but had to continue their exams the next day.
“It says that he spent the entire night vomiting while Lisa rubbed his back,” Jack spoke and shook his head before starting the next entry. They sat Ianto down and gave him a picture of a young woman from the Victorian times.
“Gwyneth Gardner was a psychic in Cardiff who, according to legends, sealed their rift all by herself and now I was supposed to contact her from ‘beyond.’ Maybe she’s having a moment with Charles Dickens or someone and I’m supposed to call her up for tea? This is ridiculous,” he read and rubbed his bump. Gwyneth had to be the same one in Gwen’s family tree. Did Ianto meet her?
No, he proved he was not a medium in any sense of the term. The next test involved an employee standing in front of the Odeon and Ianto had to astral-project to tell them what that person was wearing. He failed this part as well. Then, they threw a baseball at him without warning. He ducked enough that it hit his left shoulder instead of his face and that made them write more on their notepads.
“They had the nerve to ask me what I had dreamt last night. Nothing, I was hugging porcelain the whole time,” the man recited and continued, “They wanted know whether I’d ever had dreams that came true. The only thing I could remember was the dream where Lisa and I were making omelets so the next day we did, but it was the dream that made me think of making omelets, not the other way around.”
He was asked what was going to happen that day and they were not amused when he replied more tests. When pressed for an answer, Ianto told them that a blonde would try and get past security that afternoon. It had just popped into his head and he was relieved when they let him go for lunch. He returned to the room as before and waited and waited. Then, they finally returned with a disc in one hand and put it into the nearest laptop. There was a blonde struggling with security and the timestamp was twenty minutes before.
“’Vivien Rook, journalist, that was a nice catch, Jones,’ the leader of the department had said even though I tried to tell them it was a lucky guess, I’m just a bloke from Newport, nothing special, I’m nobody…” the former leader of Torchwood read with a frown, “Oh, Ianto, you were never nobody, you will always be special…especially to me.”
He remembered Vivien Rook; she had investigated The Master and died because of it. The entry continued as they placed a pencil in front of the Welshman and told him to move it.
“Towards the end of the hour, I was tempted to point and yell, ‘Look, there’s a fire!’ while I move the pencil as they’re looking, but that wouldn’t improve my situation,” Jack recited and wondered how much more Ianto could take. As the entry continued, they placed a box in front of him and asked what was in it. He couldn’t tell them. After fifteen minutes, they asked about visions. Had he ever seen anything that looked like the past? Something he might have mistaken for a past life? No, he couldn’t recall anything like that. Then, they took out a crystal ball for him to look into.
“Could it be any more asinine? As though I was supposed to see something, the only thing I thought I saw was smoke, fire and metal and that was because I was half-asleep at the time,” he read and looked up to notice the world getting lighter. Behind him, the sun must be coming up. On paper, Ianto had predicted Canary Wharf without realizing it. The tests were very similar to ones given by the Time Agency and that meant there were only two left.
The Welshman was asked what everyone in the room was thinking. He told them satisfactory answers for the first two times. Then, they put their guards up and he couldn’t hear a thing.
“Next, they started…the best way to describe it would be…they attacked me, breaking into my mind not just to listen to my thoughts but actively pursue them. My head hurt and I felt faint. When I came to, I was in a hospital bed and they said I had a seizure. Although on the bright side, it was decided I was too valuable a researcher to lose despite my test results,” the man recited and rubbed his bump, “poor Ianto.” He had done that sort of thing as a form of torture because you had to be careful.
“June 30, 2006 Strange happenings in Cardiff again. Not every day that the mayor turns up missing. Well, officially, she turned up missing, but Harkness filed a report. The mayor was an alien who was going to blow up Cardiff so I’m glad that was stopped. I can’t imagine my sister not being around. Yvonne’s turned up photos of The Doctor, Harkness and their companions except Harkness looks different. I know I sound like a nutter, but he looks a lot younger than when he just visited in April and his wardrobe was different; more modern. He should stick with vintage especially the coat…” the former leader of Torchwood read and smiled. It wasn’t until he was abandoned by the Doctor that he wore the coat on a regular basis.
“Like a security blanket,” he realized aloud, but he had no desire to give it up. It was another way of keeping Ianto’s memory close to him. The baby squirmed which reminded him that it was time for breakfast.
November 15th, 2009, Part Two
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