Fic: "Leave You" (Jack/Ianto) - 3/10
Title: Leave You
Author: Jedi Princess Clarrisani
Chapter: 3 of 10
Rating: R (M15+)
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto
Series: Breathe Trilogy (Part One)
Summary: After losing his two best friends during an alien attack, Ianto quits Torchwood only to end up in a train wreck
Disclaimer: Still don't own. I'm not allowed to play in that sandbox.
Warnings: Very, very, angsty. And I mean that. Also, some spoilers for the season two episode "Fragments" for Owen's story.
A/N: Written for TWWC (Torchwood Australia Writing Challenge) #9. Song used for challenge is Mika's "Relax (Take it Easy)". This fic is AU to S2 as it was written during when S2 was airing.
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From Part Two
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Owen almost dropped his phone, eyes widening as sat his pack back down onto the autopsy table. "You're what?"
"It was the first train out of Cardiff."
Owen frowned. "What were you doing leaving Cardiff?"
Ianto was silent, Owen letting out a long breath and closing his eyes. Jack had seriously fucked up this time, that was for sure.
"Okay." Owen leant back against the autopsy table, rubbing his eyes. "What do you know?"
"They came out of nowhere. It's really dark, so they're somehow blocking the light. They knocked the train off the tracks onto its side."
"Jesus." Owen set his jaw. "You okay?"
He heard Ianto hesitate. "Dislocated my shoulder, but I got it back in. I was also sliced up a little by some crystal. Aside from that, just some bruising. At least that I'm aware of."
Owen narrowed his eyes. "How badly are you sliced up?"
"Nothing too deep. I think. I haven't really had a chance to look."
"Ianto, look now."
There was a moments silence before Ianto replied again. "Not too bad, but the arm where I did my shoulder... I seem to have sliced near the main artery near by elbow."
"Right. You need to stop the bleeding. Do you have your handkerchief on you?"
"I see where you're going. Hold on."
Owen heard Ianto set the phone down and move around, Owen running through his head the Maths on how long it would take Ianto to bleed out with a wound where it was, but he couldn't accurately calculate it without seeing the nature of the injury. He considered asking Ianto to send him a picture of the wound as he heard the other pick up again.
Owen straightened at the sound of a distant shriek on the other end of the line. "What the fuck was that?"
"Oh, that." He heard the tightness to Ianto's voice. "That would be the attackers killing the other passengers."
"Killing!?" He dove towards his computer. "Why the fuck didn't you say they were still there before?"
"You didn't ask."
"Cut the bullshit, Ianto. What are they? Can you see them?"
"I caught a glance of one. They seem to be wraithlike. I'm not sure how they're killing. They're making their way back through the carriages. I'm on the rear one."
"How many carriages ahead are they?"
There was a pause. "I think they're two ahead of this one. But most of the passengers on here are dead already. The carriage was torn open in the crash, and there wasn't many on here to begin with."
"Sounds like you were lucky, mate." Owen spun around, casting a quick look at the location information of the readouts before scooping up his bag and moving quickly up the stairs. "You hang in there. We're coming. Just stay alive."
"I'll try my best."
Owen spotted Tosh and Gwen watching him, both frowning having obviously spotted the look on his face. "Don't bloody try. Just promise me you won't do something stupid and get yourself killed."
"I promise."
"Good. Now keep your phone on. We might need to get in contact to find out more information." He paused. "Well, Tosh and I might call. I promise I won't let Jack on the phone."
He almost heard the smile. "Thank you."
"You're welcome. Now keep your head low."
"I'm going to look for more survivors," Ianto said. "We're like caged animals. I think our best move will be to run."
"Sounds like a plan." Owen switched the phone to his other ear as he grabbed Ianto's gun off the other man's desk, checking to see if it was loaded before slipping it into his pocket. "Be careful."
"I will."
Owen waited until Ianto had ended the call before slipping the phone back into his pocket, zipping up his bag and glancing back over his shoulder to see Tosh and Gwen still watching him. "Well get a move on. We need to get out there."
Gwen's look of concern deepened. "Owen, who was that? What's wrong?"
Owen sighed, hoisting his pack up and meeting her eye. "Ianto's on that train."
Tosh's gasp and Gwen's "oh my god" were drowned out by a louder "what do you mean 'Ianto's on that train'!?" from behind him.
Owen winced, turning slowly to find Jack standing in the door to his office, a look partly of anger with a dash of fear mixed in on his face. Owen let out a long breath. If anything, Jack was rather protective of his tea-boy. "The train that was attacked. Ianto's on it. I called him to see if he would join us and he told me."
"Does he know what we're up against?" Tosh asked when Jack didn't answer after a long while.
"Some kind of wraith, apparently." Owen recited what Ianto had told him as Gwen and Tosh grabbed their things, Jack disappearing back into his office for his coat and gun.
"Sounds like a Zarybok," Jack said as they headed for the SUV, Owen claiming the driver’s seat without any protest from his boss. "They feed on life."
"Feed on life?" Gwen pulled the door closed and reached for her seatbelt as Jack sat in the passenger seat directly in front of her, Tosh already powering up the monitors to her right. "Like Abbadon?"
"Kinda." Jack frowned as Owen started up the SUV and tore it out of the Wales Millennium Centre underground car park by the Bay. "Abbadon would suck it straight out of you so quickly you barely knew what was coming. Zarybok's... well, they like to sip."
"Sip?"
"They absorb the life force slowly," Tosh explained, gazing at the entry on Zarybok on the screen in front of her. "Apparently they prefer it if their prey is in pain."
Owen glanced in the rear view mirror. "There's data on them?"
"Torchwood Four came across them roughly two months before they vanished," Tosh explained. "It was pretty much the same thing - the Zarybok attacked a train then too, absorbing the lives of everyone on board. The officials investigating the accident naturally assumed everyone died in the crash."
"I see." Gwen nodded. "They cover up their feeding."
"Seems that way." Tosh hit another few keys. "Torchwood Four did their own investigation. There was a witness. An elderly woman was out gathering apples from her tree when she saw a large dark cloud form around the train shortly before it went off the rails."
"Did Torchwood Four ever find them?" Gwen asked.
"No." Tosh looked at her. "The Zarybok simply disappeared once they were done. Apparently Torchwood Four felt they were closing in on them, but they vanished themselves before they made any sort of discovery."
Gwen frowned, looking toward Jack. "What did happen to Torchwood Four?"
"No one knows,” Jack replied, scowling down at his phone and slipping it back into his pocket, shooting a hard look at Owen. "How come he answered for you? He keeps cutting me off."
"Maybe because you're the one who keeps killing everyone he knows," Owen replied.
***
Ianto switched the sound off on his phone, noting the look the other man was giving him. He gave Grant a reassuring smile. "Just someone I'm not talking too."
"Evidently so." The man was middle aged and dressed in a suit, and just from his manner Ianto could tell he was a businessman. He'd broken his arm in the crash, and his reading glasses had shattered and left a nasty cut above his right eye.
Ianto turned, glancing further down the carriage and ignoring the shrieks behind him. The wraiths had moved onto the next carriage, meaning that their survival depended on how many people had survived the crash. He hated to think that he was in a way sacrificing innocent life to save all those on this carriage. The parallels to earlier that day was not lost on him.
"I think I saw a movement," Grant said, glancing behind them quickly toward the gap at the front of the carriage. "It was near the back."
"Right."
Ianto led the way, carefully picking his way over bodies. For all he knew, some of these people could well be alive, but he didn't have time to check them. All that concerned him where the conscious. As it were, this carriage had taken the worst damage, and from what he could see he had lucked out in the fact his row hadn't had many people, and the safety glass had remained in place. It had popped out in spots, meaning there were probably bodies strewn around out there along the tracks.
Grant pointed, Ianto nodding as he saw something slink back into the shadows. Ianto moved around a seat that had come free from its bolts to the spot near the back, shifting so that he could see in the dull light. He smiled slightly, crouching.
"Hello."
The child gazed at him, her dark eyes staring at him for a moment before she returned the smile. "Hello."
"Are you playing hide and seek?"
She nodded. "Hiding from bad things."
She couldn't be more than five, he decided, looking around. "Where are your parents?"
She pointed. "They went that way."
Ianto sighed, closing his eyes and knowing she was pointing toward one of the missing windows. He mentally steadied himself, looking down at her again. "How come you're down here?"
"Was looking for my ring." She held up her hand, revealing the signet ring. "Grandpa gave it to me. Said it's special."
"It is." He looked at her. "My name's Ianto. My friend’s name is Grant. What's your name?"
"Anya."
"Pleased to meet you Anya."
"Ianto." Grant moved closer, smiling quickly at Anya before returning his attention to the younger man. "Those things are getting closer. I don't think there's anyone else on here."
"I think you're right." He looked back at the girl. "Come on Anya. We're going to play a new game."
"Really?" Her eyes lit up. "What?"
"Chasey." He held out his hand, Anya taking it and coming out of her hiding place. "The monsters are it, and we can't let them catch us."
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To Part Four
Author: Jedi Princess Clarrisani
Chapter: 3 of 10
Rating: R (M15+)
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto
Series: Breathe Trilogy (Part One)
Summary: After losing his two best friends during an alien attack, Ianto quits Torchwood only to end up in a train wreck
Disclaimer: Still don't own. I'm not allowed to play in that sandbox.
Warnings: Very, very, angsty. And I mean that. Also, some spoilers for the season two episode "Fragments" for Owen's story.
A/N: Written for TWWC (Torchwood Australia Writing Challenge) #9. Song used for challenge is Mika's "Relax (Take it Easy)". This fic is AU to S2 as it was written during when S2 was airing.
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From Part Two
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Owen almost dropped his phone, eyes widening as sat his pack back down onto the autopsy table. "You're what?"
"It was the first train out of Cardiff."
Owen frowned. "What were you doing leaving Cardiff?"
Ianto was silent, Owen letting out a long breath and closing his eyes. Jack had seriously fucked up this time, that was for sure.
"Okay." Owen leant back against the autopsy table, rubbing his eyes. "What do you know?"
"They came out of nowhere. It's really dark, so they're somehow blocking the light. They knocked the train off the tracks onto its side."
"Jesus." Owen set his jaw. "You okay?"
He heard Ianto hesitate. "Dislocated my shoulder, but I got it back in. I was also sliced up a little by some crystal. Aside from that, just some bruising. At least that I'm aware of."
Owen narrowed his eyes. "How badly are you sliced up?"
"Nothing too deep. I think. I haven't really had a chance to look."
"Ianto, look now."
There was a moments silence before Ianto replied again. "Not too bad, but the arm where I did my shoulder... I seem to have sliced near the main artery near by elbow."
"Right. You need to stop the bleeding. Do you have your handkerchief on you?"
"I see where you're going. Hold on."
Owen heard Ianto set the phone down and move around, Owen running through his head the Maths on how long it would take Ianto to bleed out with a wound where it was, but he couldn't accurately calculate it without seeing the nature of the injury. He considered asking Ianto to send him a picture of the wound as he heard the other pick up again.
Owen straightened at the sound of a distant shriek on the other end of the line. "What the fuck was that?"
"Oh, that." He heard the tightness to Ianto's voice. "That would be the attackers killing the other passengers."
"Killing!?" He dove towards his computer. "Why the fuck didn't you say they were still there before?"
"You didn't ask."
"Cut the bullshit, Ianto. What are they? Can you see them?"
"I caught a glance of one. They seem to be wraithlike. I'm not sure how they're killing. They're making their way back through the carriages. I'm on the rear one."
"How many carriages ahead are they?"
There was a pause. "I think they're two ahead of this one. But most of the passengers on here are dead already. The carriage was torn open in the crash, and there wasn't many on here to begin with."
"Sounds like you were lucky, mate." Owen spun around, casting a quick look at the location information of the readouts before scooping up his bag and moving quickly up the stairs. "You hang in there. We're coming. Just stay alive."
"I'll try my best."
Owen spotted Tosh and Gwen watching him, both frowning having obviously spotted the look on his face. "Don't bloody try. Just promise me you won't do something stupid and get yourself killed."
"I promise."
"Good. Now keep your phone on. We might need to get in contact to find out more information." He paused. "Well, Tosh and I might call. I promise I won't let Jack on the phone."
He almost heard the smile. "Thank you."
"You're welcome. Now keep your head low."
"I'm going to look for more survivors," Ianto said. "We're like caged animals. I think our best move will be to run."
"Sounds like a plan." Owen switched the phone to his other ear as he grabbed Ianto's gun off the other man's desk, checking to see if it was loaded before slipping it into his pocket. "Be careful."
"I will."
Owen waited until Ianto had ended the call before slipping the phone back into his pocket, zipping up his bag and glancing back over his shoulder to see Tosh and Gwen still watching him. "Well get a move on. We need to get out there."
Gwen's look of concern deepened. "Owen, who was that? What's wrong?"
Owen sighed, hoisting his pack up and meeting her eye. "Ianto's on that train."
Tosh's gasp and Gwen's "oh my god" were drowned out by a louder "what do you mean 'Ianto's on that train'!?" from behind him.
Owen winced, turning slowly to find Jack standing in the door to his office, a look partly of anger with a dash of fear mixed in on his face. Owen let out a long breath. If anything, Jack was rather protective of his tea-boy. "The train that was attacked. Ianto's on it. I called him to see if he would join us and he told me."
"Does he know what we're up against?" Tosh asked when Jack didn't answer after a long while.
"Some kind of wraith, apparently." Owen recited what Ianto had told him as Gwen and Tosh grabbed their things, Jack disappearing back into his office for his coat and gun.
"Sounds like a Zarybok," Jack said as they headed for the SUV, Owen claiming the driver’s seat without any protest from his boss. "They feed on life."
"Feed on life?" Gwen pulled the door closed and reached for her seatbelt as Jack sat in the passenger seat directly in front of her, Tosh already powering up the monitors to her right. "Like Abbadon?"
"Kinda." Jack frowned as Owen started up the SUV and tore it out of the Wales Millennium Centre underground car park by the Bay. "Abbadon would suck it straight out of you so quickly you barely knew what was coming. Zarybok's... well, they like to sip."
"Sip?"
"They absorb the life force slowly," Tosh explained, gazing at the entry on Zarybok on the screen in front of her. "Apparently they prefer it if their prey is in pain."
Owen glanced in the rear view mirror. "There's data on them?"
"Torchwood Four came across them roughly two months before they vanished," Tosh explained. "It was pretty much the same thing - the Zarybok attacked a train then too, absorbing the lives of everyone on board. The officials investigating the accident naturally assumed everyone died in the crash."
"I see." Gwen nodded. "They cover up their feeding."
"Seems that way." Tosh hit another few keys. "Torchwood Four did their own investigation. There was a witness. An elderly woman was out gathering apples from her tree when she saw a large dark cloud form around the train shortly before it went off the rails."
"Did Torchwood Four ever find them?" Gwen asked.
"No." Tosh looked at her. "The Zarybok simply disappeared once they were done. Apparently Torchwood Four felt they were closing in on them, but they vanished themselves before they made any sort of discovery."
Gwen frowned, looking toward Jack. "What did happen to Torchwood Four?"
"No one knows,” Jack replied, scowling down at his phone and slipping it back into his pocket, shooting a hard look at Owen. "How come he answered for you? He keeps cutting me off."
"Maybe because you're the one who keeps killing everyone he knows," Owen replied.
***
Ianto switched the sound off on his phone, noting the look the other man was giving him. He gave Grant a reassuring smile. "Just someone I'm not talking too."
"Evidently so." The man was middle aged and dressed in a suit, and just from his manner Ianto could tell he was a businessman. He'd broken his arm in the crash, and his reading glasses had shattered and left a nasty cut above his right eye.
Ianto turned, glancing further down the carriage and ignoring the shrieks behind him. The wraiths had moved onto the next carriage, meaning that their survival depended on how many people had survived the crash. He hated to think that he was in a way sacrificing innocent life to save all those on this carriage. The parallels to earlier that day was not lost on him.
"I think I saw a movement," Grant said, glancing behind them quickly toward the gap at the front of the carriage. "It was near the back."
"Right."
Ianto led the way, carefully picking his way over bodies. For all he knew, some of these people could well be alive, but he didn't have time to check them. All that concerned him where the conscious. As it were, this carriage had taken the worst damage, and from what he could see he had lucked out in the fact his row hadn't had many people, and the safety glass had remained in place. It had popped out in spots, meaning there were probably bodies strewn around out there along the tracks.
Grant pointed, Ianto nodding as he saw something slink back into the shadows. Ianto moved around a seat that had come free from its bolts to the spot near the back, shifting so that he could see in the dull light. He smiled slightly, crouching.
"Hello."
The child gazed at him, her dark eyes staring at him for a moment before she returned the smile. "Hello."
"Are you playing hide and seek?"
She nodded. "Hiding from bad things."
She couldn't be more than five, he decided, looking around. "Where are your parents?"
She pointed. "They went that way."
Ianto sighed, closing his eyes and knowing she was pointing toward one of the missing windows. He mentally steadied himself, looking down at her again. "How come you're down here?"
"Was looking for my ring." She held up her hand, revealing the signet ring. "Grandpa gave it to me. Said it's special."
"It is." He looked at her. "My name's Ianto. My friend’s name is Grant. What's your name?"
"Anya."
"Pleased to meet you Anya."
"Ianto." Grant moved closer, smiling quickly at Anya before returning his attention to the younger man. "Those things are getting closer. I don't think there's anyone else on here."
"I think you're right." He looked back at the girl. "Come on Anya. We're going to play a new game."
"Really?" Her eyes lit up. "What?"
"Chasey." He held out his hand, Anya taking it and coming out of her hiding place. "The monsters are it, and we can't let them catch us."
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To Part Four