Ianto- June 4th, 2009
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ericadawn16Title: But Time Didn’t Stop
Characters: Ianto, Owen, Katie, Tosh, Tommy, Lisa, Gareth Jack/Ianto
Rated: PG-13 ANGST COE Spoilers MPREG
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Ianto tries to adjust to his new surroundings.
Author's Note: Starts after COE.
Previous Segment: Chapter Four
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/63337.html
Merry Christmas!
June 4th, 2009
One minute, Ianto Jones was kissing his lover and the next; he was disappearing in front of him like that book Gwen had him read. He was dead. He wondered what that would entail. Was there a heaven? Did he qualify?
“I tried to be good,” he muttered as Jack’s clothes disappeared from the ground. There was no real need yet he felt he should put his clothes back on. Then, he tried to explore the darkness which lightened as he walked. Other colors began leaking through like watercolors and he started noticing details like plants and flowers and a dirt pathway that he seemed to be following.
“Oi, Teaboy!” called a voice he hadn’t heard in almost a year, “You look the same as ever.”
Owen was wearing the same outfit he died in as was he. Not the one he was shot in, but the outfit he wore the night of the explosions.
“So, what happened? How did you go?” asked the older man.
“Alien flu,” he spoke which sounded sort of stupid so he added, “But I threatened them with a gun.”
The former doctor smiled and made a move almost to hug him before stopping. Ianto thought he understood. They never hugged when they were alive so why start now?
“Is everyone here?” he asked and Owen smiled.
“First, I’d like to introduce someone you never had the chance to meet,” the other man spoke and motioned to a blonde woman, “This is Katie, my wife.”
“We never actually…” she started when Owen interrupted, “This is heaven, we can say whatever we want and we would have married if it weren’t for the alien.”
He made up her mind by kissing her on the lips and Ianto was surprised by this other version of his teammate. This felt more like how Owen should have been except being around that much cute for too long could be vomit inducing. The Welshman looked around to see if he could spot anyone else and spotted dark hair and nice legs on a picnic blanket some distance away.
“Tosh!” he called and recognized the man she was with. It was their frozen soldier, Tommy.
“Ianto!” she greeted with a smile and then, hugged him with all her strength, “I thought…I thought it’d be longer before I saw you again.”
He shrugged before giving the other man a nod.
“At least, I had the chance to tell him that I loved him before I died,” the Welshman spoke because; at least they had as much time together that they did.
“I heard a rumor that you were even officially living together,” she said and when he nodded, added, “Did he say it back?”
“Yes,” he confirmed, “although not until after he died so we were both dead and…he said it.”
“But still, he said it! That’s great,” Tosh told him and turned to Tommy, “You’ve seen what Jack’s like.”
“He never did seem like an easy man to know,” the soldier spoke with his fingers playing with Tosh’ left wrist.
He didn’t mention the promise. Somehow, it seemed a little selfish now to have worried about it. What did he care what happened on Earth except for…
“Is there any way of finding out news from…” he started and tried to think of a better term, “Down there, I guess?”
The woman shook her head.
“There are rumors. There are always rumors, but almost nothing definite,” she explained, “although sometimes, they’ll make exceptions.”
He didn’t like the sound of that and as time passed without a large influx of children, he thought they must have won. Plus, Jack wouldn’t have let him down like that.
It was heaven. It was perfect. Hadn't he told Jack that he was at peace? He was at peace...most of the time. Most of the time, he chatted with Tosh, learned more about Katie or played basketball with the other four. It was never boring, but sometimes...sometimes, he'd think of something to tell Jack and then, he'd remember...he couldn't just tell Jack. Jack was living and he was not. Not once since their last meeting had he seen Jack. It was a bit odd yet he thought perhaps Jack was being extra careful. He had threatened to never see him again if Jack just killed himself to numb the pain. Someday, they'd see each other again. He just had to keep his faith in that happening.
There also seemed to be an order in the chaos. The people he was closest to were the first ones he met and then their dearest and then so on…although he hadn’t met anyone from London yet, like Lisa.
He had no idea how much time had passed when he noticed a little boy of two or three. The boy was alone and staring at everything except he seemed to shimmer. Ianto had never noticed anyone shimmer before. Could he be an angel? Supposedly, there were angels yet he’d never seen one. The child had dark hair, blue eyes and looked familiar somehow.
“Hi,” he said in a soft voice, “What are you?”
“I’m a boy,” the other explained as if the Welshman was slow, “I haven’t been born yet.”
Then, the shimmering meant the soul hadn’t been born yet. He’d keep that in mind.
“My mum and dad are naming me after someone who died,” the boy spoke as if older than he looked and in a Welsh accent, “They must have loved him very much.”
Something about the way he said that made a chill go up the adult’s spine.
“What is your name then?” he asked and the boy smiled with a gap toothed grin he recognized.
“Ianto Williams,” the child declared and his blue eyes sparkled.
“I think it was your eyes that earned you that name,” he commented and stuck his hand out, “My name’s Ianto Jones, I believe you’re named after me.”
“Really?” the boy asked and his face was full of curiosity.
“If you’re who I think you are, your parents are Gwen Cooper and Rhys Williams,” he guessed and the child nodded. He was glad that Gwen had lived and hadn’t lost the baby. Maybe her baby would even be good for Jack. Why hadn’t Ianto said anything in front of Jack? He remembered he’d told him to live, but he should have remembered to tell him not to blame himself. That’s what happened every time he lost someone. His lover would blame himself and he had no doubts he was doing that now.
“When you get there, you’re going to have an Uncle Jack and I want you to be extra nice to him,” Ianto told the younger Ianto, “Can you remember that?”
The boy smiled and the Welshman nodded.
“I have to go,” the small child said and waved goodbye as he disappeared. More time passed and he wandered farther than he ever had before. Then, he saw her; not as she’d been that last night in Cardiff but what she looked like when he kissed her before work that day it all went wrong.
“Lisa,” he whispered yet she heard him loud and clear.
“Ianto!” she called and ran to him despite the skirt. His hands went around her waist out of habit and hers played with his hair before pulling in close. Her smooth lips met his and they kissed. Then, he pulled away. It didn’t feel right.
“I can’t,” he admitted and she sat down on a rock.
“Because of Jack?” she asked and he sat down beside her.
“Yep,” he confirmed and her brown eyes looked away for a moment.
“You do realize he’s living and we’re dead?” she inquired and put a hand on his thigh.
“I know, but he does die from time to time and I’d like to be there for him,” Ianto spoke and Lisa nodded with a smile.
“There was a time when you had that look for me,” she commented and took her hand back, “We could still be friends.”
“I’d like that,” he agreed and put his arm around her shoulders. It was nice to start over as friends. She showed him others he hadn’t found yet like Gareth and Adeola. However, the more time spent with Gareth and Adeola, the more he couldn’t remember why he’d ever liked them in the first place. He found himself tolerating them for Lisa's sake.
“…and then Jack answered the door naked,” Ianto said, laughing, “And that pizza boy became our permanent pizza boy from then on…”
“But Jack’s got his hands full now,” Gareth remarked with a grin and so did Adeola yet Lisa looked just as confused as Ianto was.
December 30th, 2009
Characters: Ianto, Owen, Katie, Tosh, Tommy, Lisa, Gareth Jack/Ianto
Rated: PG-13 ANGST COE Spoilers MPREG
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Ianto tries to adjust to his new surroundings.
Author's Note: Starts after COE.
Previous Segment: Chapter Four
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/63337.html
Merry Christmas!
June 4th, 2009
One minute, Ianto Jones was kissing his lover and the next; he was disappearing in front of him like that book Gwen had him read. He was dead. He wondered what that would entail. Was there a heaven? Did he qualify?
“I tried to be good,” he muttered as Jack’s clothes disappeared from the ground. There was no real need yet he felt he should put his clothes back on. Then, he tried to explore the darkness which lightened as he walked. Other colors began leaking through like watercolors and he started noticing details like plants and flowers and a dirt pathway that he seemed to be following.
“Oi, Teaboy!” called a voice he hadn’t heard in almost a year, “You look the same as ever.”
Owen was wearing the same outfit he died in as was he. Not the one he was shot in, but the outfit he wore the night of the explosions.
“So, what happened? How did you go?” asked the older man.
“Alien flu,” he spoke which sounded sort of stupid so he added, “But I threatened them with a gun.”
The former doctor smiled and made a move almost to hug him before stopping. Ianto thought he understood. They never hugged when they were alive so why start now?
“Is everyone here?” he asked and Owen smiled.
“First, I’d like to introduce someone you never had the chance to meet,” the other man spoke and motioned to a blonde woman, “This is Katie, my wife.”
“We never actually…” she started when Owen interrupted, “This is heaven, we can say whatever we want and we would have married if it weren’t for the alien.”
He made up her mind by kissing her on the lips and Ianto was surprised by this other version of his teammate. This felt more like how Owen should have been except being around that much cute for too long could be vomit inducing. The Welshman looked around to see if he could spot anyone else and spotted dark hair and nice legs on a picnic blanket some distance away.
“Tosh!” he called and recognized the man she was with. It was their frozen soldier, Tommy.
“Ianto!” she greeted with a smile and then, hugged him with all her strength, “I thought…I thought it’d be longer before I saw you again.”
He shrugged before giving the other man a nod.
“At least, I had the chance to tell him that I loved him before I died,” the Welshman spoke because; at least they had as much time together that they did.
“I heard a rumor that you were even officially living together,” she said and when he nodded, added, “Did he say it back?”
“Yes,” he confirmed, “although not until after he died so we were both dead and…he said it.”
“But still, he said it! That’s great,” Tosh told him and turned to Tommy, “You’ve seen what Jack’s like.”
“He never did seem like an easy man to know,” the soldier spoke with his fingers playing with Tosh’ left wrist.
He didn’t mention the promise. Somehow, it seemed a little selfish now to have worried about it. What did he care what happened on Earth except for…
“Is there any way of finding out news from…” he started and tried to think of a better term, “Down there, I guess?”
The woman shook her head.
“There are rumors. There are always rumors, but almost nothing definite,” she explained, “although sometimes, they’ll make exceptions.”
He didn’t like the sound of that and as time passed without a large influx of children, he thought they must have won. Plus, Jack wouldn’t have let him down like that.
It was heaven. It was perfect. Hadn't he told Jack that he was at peace? He was at peace...most of the time. Most of the time, he chatted with Tosh, learned more about Katie or played basketball with the other four. It was never boring, but sometimes...sometimes, he'd think of something to tell Jack and then, he'd remember...he couldn't just tell Jack. Jack was living and he was not. Not once since their last meeting had he seen Jack. It was a bit odd yet he thought perhaps Jack was being extra careful. He had threatened to never see him again if Jack just killed himself to numb the pain. Someday, they'd see each other again. He just had to keep his faith in that happening.
There also seemed to be an order in the chaos. The people he was closest to were the first ones he met and then their dearest and then so on…although he hadn’t met anyone from London yet, like Lisa.
He had no idea how much time had passed when he noticed a little boy of two or three. The boy was alone and staring at everything except he seemed to shimmer. Ianto had never noticed anyone shimmer before. Could he be an angel? Supposedly, there were angels yet he’d never seen one. The child had dark hair, blue eyes and looked familiar somehow.
“Hi,” he said in a soft voice, “What are you?”
“I’m a boy,” the other explained as if the Welshman was slow, “I haven’t been born yet.”
Then, the shimmering meant the soul hadn’t been born yet. He’d keep that in mind.
“My mum and dad are naming me after someone who died,” the boy spoke as if older than he looked and in a Welsh accent, “They must have loved him very much.”
Something about the way he said that made a chill go up the adult’s spine.
“What is your name then?” he asked and the boy smiled with a gap toothed grin he recognized.
“Ianto Williams,” the child declared and his blue eyes sparkled.
“I think it was your eyes that earned you that name,” he commented and stuck his hand out, “My name’s Ianto Jones, I believe you’re named after me.”
“Really?” the boy asked and his face was full of curiosity.
“If you’re who I think you are, your parents are Gwen Cooper and Rhys Williams,” he guessed and the child nodded. He was glad that Gwen had lived and hadn’t lost the baby. Maybe her baby would even be good for Jack. Why hadn’t Ianto said anything in front of Jack? He remembered he’d told him to live, but he should have remembered to tell him not to blame himself. That’s what happened every time he lost someone. His lover would blame himself and he had no doubts he was doing that now.
“When you get there, you’re going to have an Uncle Jack and I want you to be extra nice to him,” Ianto told the younger Ianto, “Can you remember that?”
The boy smiled and the Welshman nodded.
“I have to go,” the small child said and waved goodbye as he disappeared. More time passed and he wandered farther than he ever had before. Then, he saw her; not as she’d been that last night in Cardiff but what she looked like when he kissed her before work that day it all went wrong.
“Lisa,” he whispered yet she heard him loud and clear.
“Ianto!” she called and ran to him despite the skirt. His hands went around her waist out of habit and hers played with his hair before pulling in close. Her smooth lips met his and they kissed. Then, he pulled away. It didn’t feel right.
“I can’t,” he admitted and she sat down on a rock.
“Because of Jack?” she asked and he sat down beside her.
“Yep,” he confirmed and her brown eyes looked away for a moment.
“You do realize he’s living and we’re dead?” she inquired and put a hand on his thigh.
“I know, but he does die from time to time and I’d like to be there for him,” Ianto spoke and Lisa nodded with a smile.
“There was a time when you had that look for me,” she commented and took her hand back, “We could still be friends.”
“I’d like that,” he agreed and put his arm around her shoulders. It was nice to start over as friends. She showed him others he hadn’t found yet like Gareth and Adeola. However, the more time spent with Gareth and Adeola, the more he couldn’t remember why he’d ever liked them in the first place. He found himself tolerating them for Lisa's sake.
“…and then Jack answered the door naked,” Ianto said, laughing, “And that pizza boy became our permanent pizza boy from then on…”
“But Jack’s got his hands full now,” Gareth remarked with a grin and so did Adeola yet Lisa looked just as confused as Ianto was.
December 30th, 2009
