(( OOC Note: This is set after this post, but before this one, chronologically speaking. ))

Jack goes and leaves him behind, and the world calls itself back to normal save that one little point. Ianto does not spend his days idle, but he does spend them alone, passing untold hours locked in his office, going over the CCTV footage from the ( Read more... )

( when you feel the world is crashing all around your feet, come running headlong into my arms, breathless ... )Reconciliation ( Read more... )

You're a liar, Ianto Jones.

Ianto sinks into his chair and empties the contents of his pockets onto the desk, playing the scene with Jack over and over again in his mind, each time successively more painful. Jack is ... more broken now than he was when he left. Charged now with the task of looking through the CCTV footage from the Valiant, Ianto ( Read more... )

Days after the world has gone back to normal, most of humanity back at their daily routines with no memory of events, Ianto Jones has not forgotten or forgiven. He's hardly slowed down since - there are people to retcon, official explanations to be given, aliens to deal with, and he has family to take care of. Dafydd and Fred both get retconned; ( Read more... )

Is it like this in death's other kingdom? Waking alone at the hour when we are trembling with tenderness, lips that would kiss form prayers to broken stone.Three hundred and sixty-five nightmare days have culminated in this: the day the rockets launch, the end of the world. Eliot had no idea. The human race sees its first day of idleness since ( Read more... )

( take my hand, i lost where i began ... )The dream is the same as always: Ianto walks the empty, broken halls of Torchwood Tower. It's not the day of the invasion, but the one following, and Canary Wharf is deathly silent. His footsteps crunch on broken glass, bits of metal, and other things he doesn't like to think of. The clean-up effort has ( Read more... )

( this is one time that you can't fake it hard enough to please everyone )A few weeks have passed since the narrowly-avoided conflict, and they've convincingly enough settled back into routine for Ianto's fears to be allayed ... for the most part. His disappointment over the hypothetical baby faded quickly in the wake of Lisa's apparent lack of ( Read more... )

Everything changes the first time Ianto descends to the installation under the Thames, but it takes days for the realization to occur, at last: this isn’t Cardiff anymore. This is not Captain Jack Harkness’s renegade outpost of half a dozen people and the odd weevil. There are people everywhere and all the time, filled with manic purpose like a ( Read more... )

The call happened while Ianto was buried under the alarming mauve duvet and one of Jack’s arms, and possibly one of his legs, as well. The trill of the phone was distant, at first, muffled by the squishy pillow surrounding his head - then Torchwood-borne instinct kicked in and the noise melded from mere annoyance into a cohesive alert. He groped ( Read more... )

amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines
in a place where we can only say goodbye
it stung like a violent wind that our memories depend
on a faulty camera in our minds

but I knew that you were a truth I would rather lose
than to have never lain beside at all- death cab for cutie, “what sarah said ( Read more... )