Ianto- December 30th, 2009
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ericadawn16Title: But Time Didn’t Stop
Characters: Ianto, Gareth, Lisa, Mrs. Jones Jack/Ianto
Rated: PG-13 ANGST COE Spoilers MPREG
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Ianto goes to headquarters to find out more.
Author's Note: Starts after COE.
Previous Segment: June 4th, 2009
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/63337.html
December 30th, 2009
“What are you talking about?” Ianto asked.
“You don’t know?” Gareth questioned and when the Welshman’s expression was just as blank, “Well, if you don’t know, I’m certainly not going to tell you. It’s not my place.”
“Then, why did you say anything in the first place?” questioned Ianto and stood up to hurry out of there. Behind him, he could hear Lisa chastising, “What did you do?” He wasn’t sure how long it had been since he died, but Jack usually would have died by now even if he had told him not to kill himself on purpose.
Had he been dying and Ianto hadn’t known, hadn’t been there for him? He needed to see the only people who could tell him what was happening down below. To reach the main part of Heaven as he supposed it was, he had to travel a long way to reach a castle. It looked like the one in Cardiff which was odd although he assumed it was for his benefit.
He banged on the wooden entrance screaming, “What’s going on with Jack? I want to know. I want to see him! At least, let me visit him in his dreams like people would do with my mum!”
After no response, he kicked the edifice and slumped into sitting position.
“That’s not how it works here, you can’t just demand something and expect instant gratification,” said a female voice beside him, “Didn’t I raise you with more sense than that?”
No, it couldn’t be, he thought as he turned to his right, but it was really her.
“Mum,” he spoke and put a hand towards her hand yet couldn’t bring himself to touch her, “Does that mean you’re dead?”
She took his hand and pulled him up, explaining, “No, but I’m more here than there. Those waiting to be born can travel in between, too. It’s when they’re dreaming although they prefer to be more there than here.”
He supposed that made a weird sort of sense.
“Now, stand up straight so I can get a good look at you,” said the older woman with dark hair and blue eyes, “My, you have grown.”
“Well, I was thirteen when you crashed the car,” Ianto told her and he couldn’t believe he was having the first conversation with his mum in over thirteen years.
“And you look so smart,” the Welshwoman commented while straightening his tie, “But where’s your coat?”
“I forgot it,” he said with a shrug and studied her. The dark curls of her hair were done up in a barette while she wore an emerald green jumper and black denim trousers. He was able to see how many of their mannerisms that he and Rhi had developed from their mum.
“I really missed you,” Ianto spoke and hugged her.
“I missed you, too, you were just a boy then,” his mum agreed without letting go, “But at least I could watch over you and Rhi from time to time.”
“What?” he asked, utterly confused, “I thought we weren’t allowed to know, only rumors.”
“Where do you think those rumors come from? Special privileges, you’ll have them in time as well,” she explained, easing out of their embrace to take both of his hands in hers and then, she smiled.
“Do you know what happened with David and Mica then? They’re alright?” he asked as children’s laughter echoed around them. His mum giggled, too. He wished he was in on the joke.
“Well, they’re coping with the loss of their uncle, never easy but then, that’s another reason why you kept your distance from them, isn’t it?” the older woman pointed out and let go of his hands, “Not that I can blame you with that profession, you knew you’d never see them graduate.”
The hard, coarse stone of the wall steadied him as he leaned against it. Hearing the truth was never easy even when you were dead.
“Oh, come on, I’m sorry, cariad,” his mum spoke, coming closer, “All of my grandchildren are absolutely fabulous and that’s the only thing I should have said.”
There was a mischevious glint in her blue eyes and the smile she wore was the one where she knew something you didn’t.
“What about Jack? Will they let me see him?” he asked and wondered if he’d get a straight answer. She rubbed his back.
“If they’re not, then they must have their reasons,” the Welshwoman replied and he groaned.
“And what kind of reason would that be?” Ianto questioned although he knew it was useless.
“A good one,” she tried to assure him with a grin, but it was just confusing. He shook his head and she leaned up to kiss his cheek.
“I have to go, but I love you,” she spoke in those Welsh vowels, “and you shouldn’t worry so much about Jack. Things will work out.”
Then, she disappeared from his life yet again. There was no point in staying here. He’d rather have the comfort of Owen and Tosh and the others so he started walking back although he told himself to follow her advice. He shouldn't be worrying so much about things beyond his control. The dead and the living shouldn't mingle. It caused problems when he was a child and it would probably just cause problems now. This was all there was now and he should be making the most of it.
I found my mum again, he thought with a smile.
Just as he heard Owen’s voice telling a joke and Tosh’ laughter, a child appeared in front of him. It shimmered as Gwen’s had done and her son had been the only child who’d done that. By that observation, he’d assumed he could only see children he would have known anyway. Since it hadn’t been that long since he’d seen Ianto Williams, he was surprised by it.
“She and Rhys must be trying for a whole rugby team,” he whispered to himself, “and I’d never have thought her that type.”
Still, he found himself curious about the little boy with blond, curly hair.
“Hi, you must be another child of Gwen Cooper and Rhys Williams, I’m assuming?” he asked the child who gave a look eerily like Jack’s whenever he was asked a stupid question. The boy shook his head and said, “No, I have two daddies.”
His legs seemed to give under him and he sank to his knees so he was almost eye level with the boy. His lover’s voice was in his head from a memory, saying, ‘I should have told you before, but I could become pregnant. I have before.”
When he’d asked too many questions, Jack had told him not to worry about it, that his pregnancy was such a long time ago and he doubted he’d ever be pregnant again. Oh, how he hoped the man had been wrong especially when he looked at this boy. It could have been his imagination, but despite the blond hair, his nose, chin and ears looked a lot like his. He didn’t even notice the tears coming down until the boy walked closer, telling him in a Welsh accent, “No, don’t cry. My daddy does all the time because my other daddy died and he misses him.”
This was almost as good as a confirmation because that sounded just like what Jack would do, no matter what he’d told him before. The Welshman tried to dry the wetness before admitting, “I miss him, too.”
The boy’s blue eyes were quizzical and his own heart was pounding.
“My name’s Ianto Jones and I think I’m your father,” he said as the child’s face lit up and ran to him. His little arms grabbed him across the chest and he embraced him back, picking him up. Never had he loved anything so quickly as that small body that he held. He kissed the small cheek and the boy giggled. The Welshman ran a hand through the blond curls whose color must have been Jack’s contribution, but he still couldn’t believe he was holding his son.
“I never thought I’d have one, we were always so busy,” Ianto whispered, “but I am so glad he has you.”
A small hand reached up to touch his face and he bent down to oblige while kissing that little cheek again. Then, he realized he didn’t know the boy’s name.
“What’s your name?” he asked and his son grinned.
“Iefan,” he declared in his Welsh vowels and Ianto wondered if his own smile was permanently affixed to his face, “But I don’t know what it means.”
“It means God is Gracious,” his father explained, “Same as mine.”
“That’s cool that it means the same,” Iefan responded and Ianto wanted to tell everyone who ever lived his good news.
January 4th, 2010
Characters: Ianto, Gareth, Lisa, Mrs. Jones Jack/Ianto
Rated: PG-13 ANGST COE Spoilers MPREG
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Ianto goes to headquarters to find out more.
Author's Note: Starts after COE.
Previous Segment: June 4th, 2009
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/63337.html
December 30th, 2009
“What are you talking about?” Ianto asked.
“You don’t know?” Gareth questioned and when the Welshman’s expression was just as blank, “Well, if you don’t know, I’m certainly not going to tell you. It’s not my place.”
“Then, why did you say anything in the first place?” questioned Ianto and stood up to hurry out of there. Behind him, he could hear Lisa chastising, “What did you do?” He wasn’t sure how long it had been since he died, but Jack usually would have died by now even if he had told him not to kill himself on purpose.
Had he been dying and Ianto hadn’t known, hadn’t been there for him? He needed to see the only people who could tell him what was happening down below. To reach the main part of Heaven as he supposed it was, he had to travel a long way to reach a castle. It looked like the one in Cardiff which was odd although he assumed it was for his benefit.
He banged on the wooden entrance screaming, “What’s going on with Jack? I want to know. I want to see him! At least, let me visit him in his dreams like people would do with my mum!”
After no response, he kicked the edifice and slumped into sitting position.
“That’s not how it works here, you can’t just demand something and expect instant gratification,” said a female voice beside him, “Didn’t I raise you with more sense than that?”
No, it couldn’t be, he thought as he turned to his right, but it was really her.
“Mum,” he spoke and put a hand towards her hand yet couldn’t bring himself to touch her, “Does that mean you’re dead?”
She took his hand and pulled him up, explaining, “No, but I’m more here than there. Those waiting to be born can travel in between, too. It’s when they’re dreaming although they prefer to be more there than here.”
He supposed that made a weird sort of sense.
“Now, stand up straight so I can get a good look at you,” said the older woman with dark hair and blue eyes, “My, you have grown.”
“Well, I was thirteen when you crashed the car,” Ianto told her and he couldn’t believe he was having the first conversation with his mum in over thirteen years.
“And you look so smart,” the Welshwoman commented while straightening his tie, “But where’s your coat?”
“I forgot it,” he said with a shrug and studied her. The dark curls of her hair were done up in a barette while she wore an emerald green jumper and black denim trousers. He was able to see how many of their mannerisms that he and Rhi had developed from their mum.
“I really missed you,” Ianto spoke and hugged her.
“I missed you, too, you were just a boy then,” his mum agreed without letting go, “But at least I could watch over you and Rhi from time to time.”
“What?” he asked, utterly confused, “I thought we weren’t allowed to know, only rumors.”
“Where do you think those rumors come from? Special privileges, you’ll have them in time as well,” she explained, easing out of their embrace to take both of his hands in hers and then, she smiled.
“Do you know what happened with David and Mica then? They’re alright?” he asked as children’s laughter echoed around them. His mum giggled, too. He wished he was in on the joke.
“Well, they’re coping with the loss of their uncle, never easy but then, that’s another reason why you kept your distance from them, isn’t it?” the older woman pointed out and let go of his hands, “Not that I can blame you with that profession, you knew you’d never see them graduate.”
The hard, coarse stone of the wall steadied him as he leaned against it. Hearing the truth was never easy even when you were dead.
“Oh, come on, I’m sorry, cariad,” his mum spoke, coming closer, “All of my grandchildren are absolutely fabulous and that’s the only thing I should have said.”
There was a mischevious glint in her blue eyes and the smile she wore was the one where she knew something you didn’t.
“What about Jack? Will they let me see him?” he asked and wondered if he’d get a straight answer. She rubbed his back.
“If they’re not, then they must have their reasons,” the Welshwoman replied and he groaned.
“And what kind of reason would that be?” Ianto questioned although he knew it was useless.
“A good one,” she tried to assure him with a grin, but it was just confusing. He shook his head and she leaned up to kiss his cheek.
“I have to go, but I love you,” she spoke in those Welsh vowels, “and you shouldn’t worry so much about Jack. Things will work out.”
Then, she disappeared from his life yet again. There was no point in staying here. He’d rather have the comfort of Owen and Tosh and the others so he started walking back although he told himself to follow her advice. He shouldn't be worrying so much about things beyond his control. The dead and the living shouldn't mingle. It caused problems when he was a child and it would probably just cause problems now. This was all there was now and he should be making the most of it.
I found my mum again, he thought with a smile.
Just as he heard Owen’s voice telling a joke and Tosh’ laughter, a child appeared in front of him. It shimmered as Gwen’s had done and her son had been the only child who’d done that. By that observation, he’d assumed he could only see children he would have known anyway. Since it hadn’t been that long since he’d seen Ianto Williams, he was surprised by it.
“She and Rhys must be trying for a whole rugby team,” he whispered to himself, “and I’d never have thought her that type.”
Still, he found himself curious about the little boy with blond, curly hair.
“Hi, you must be another child of Gwen Cooper and Rhys Williams, I’m assuming?” he asked the child who gave a look eerily like Jack’s whenever he was asked a stupid question. The boy shook his head and said, “No, I have two daddies.”
His legs seemed to give under him and he sank to his knees so he was almost eye level with the boy. His lover’s voice was in his head from a memory, saying, ‘I should have told you before, but I could become pregnant. I have before.”
When he’d asked too many questions, Jack had told him not to worry about it, that his pregnancy was such a long time ago and he doubted he’d ever be pregnant again. Oh, how he hoped the man had been wrong especially when he looked at this boy. It could have been his imagination, but despite the blond hair, his nose, chin and ears looked a lot like his. He didn’t even notice the tears coming down until the boy walked closer, telling him in a Welsh accent, “No, don’t cry. My daddy does all the time because my other daddy died and he misses him.”
This was almost as good as a confirmation because that sounded just like what Jack would do, no matter what he’d told him before. The Welshman tried to dry the wetness before admitting, “I miss him, too.”
The boy’s blue eyes were quizzical and his own heart was pounding.
“My name’s Ianto Jones and I think I’m your father,” he said as the child’s face lit up and ran to him. His little arms grabbed him across the chest and he embraced him back, picking him up. Never had he loved anything so quickly as that small body that he held. He kissed the small cheek and the boy giggled. The Welshman ran a hand through the blond curls whose color must have been Jack’s contribution, but he still couldn’t believe he was holding his son.
“I never thought I’d have one, we were always so busy,” Ianto whispered, “but I am so glad he has you.”
A small hand reached up to touch his face and he bent down to oblige while kissing that little cheek again. Then, he realized he didn’t know the boy’s name.
“What’s your name?” he asked and his son grinned.
“Iefan,” he declared in his Welsh vowels and Ianto wondered if his own smile was permanently affixed to his face, “But I don’t know what it means.”
“It means God is Gracious,” his father explained, “Same as mine.”
“That’s cool that it means the same,” Iefan responded and Ianto wanted to tell everyone who ever lived his good news.
January 4th, 2010
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Date: 2010-01-16 03:04 am (UTC)heart breaking!
Thanks for sharing!
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Date: 2010-01-22 01:16 am (UTC)Thank You! I'm glad you started reading again.