Fic: There is Another Ch. 2
Title: There is Another
Author: The Lovely Me
Pairing: Jack/Ianto/The Dr (Eventually)
A/N: Ianto is OOC here. However, let’s look at the facts, he is suddenly going through some creepy ass changes and for some reason he is feeling things he shouldn’t be. He is overwhelmed. Lost, dazed, and confused.
Could use some help from my readers: Give me some good names for Ianto’s parents lol. His REAL parents I mean
Unbeta’d but spell checked. Hopefully everything was caught
Part 1 is here:
http://heavenreturned.livejournal.com/3731.html
<<**>><<**>>
He grinned slightly as he circled again. He couldn’t help it; he was looking at the Tardis. The actual Tardis. He’d read about it and heard stories about it at Torchwood One, but he was actually looking at it now. The singing he’d been feeling seemed to get louder and he reached out to touch the side of the ship, pulling his hand away before he could make contact with the cool metal outside.
He felt so strange, like he was happy happy, for the first time in as long as he could remember. Biting his lip, he reached out, with an encouraging prod almost from whatever was singing to him. He gently stroked the side of the Tardis and was blasted with a mental purr almost. Unbeknownst to him, a boyish grin broke out on his face.
He was also ignorant to the fact that the two who had been watching him since he came into the hub, had both gasped at the childish beautiful smile.
“Ianto Jones, I see you’ve met the TARDIS.”
Ianto dropped his hand at Jack’s voice, and turned, eyes trained on the floor. He knew, he could just tell who was standing with Jack. After all, he’d just been fondling the other’s space ship.
“I-I should get the coffee started si-” He was cut off by a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“Come on Lad, look at me please.” The voice was soft and it made something in Ianto unclench.
Very slowly, he lifted his eyes. Took in the mussed hair, the smattering of freckles. Then blue eyes met brown and the world seemed to fade from existence.
*Flash*
Crimson grass, dark rust colored skies. Laughter, the feeling of contentment. The feeling of love.
*Flash*
The subtle shift in atoms, expanding, exploding. Creating new worlds, new stars. The utter innocence drifting into his very soul and making him smile.
*Flash*
Blazing light and heat. Intense pressure. And the Release. The end of a star, the end of a world.
*Flash*
Smiles, human emotions, love. Dancing and singing. Happiness once more.
*Flash*
The feeling of loss, of heartache. A Broken heart? A family. Faces smiling at him.
*Flash*
Agony. Unbearable soul wounding pain. Loneliness. Screaming and then utter stillness. Like the sounds of a graveyard. Bright flashes of light and dripping blood.
*Flash*
The sound of children laughing. Singing. A mother swinging her children around.
*Flash*
No visions, just loneliness in a black room. The feeling of stretching out over time and finding….nothing
Ianto became aware that he was sobbing, and being clutched to the Doctor’s chest. However, he couldn’t stop the tears, all the pain. Jack was wrapped around him from behind and he tried to bury himself further into both embraces simultaneously. It was strange to him how at ease he felt with the Doctor, especially since he knew he wouldn’t normally act as such. But he was just so overwhelmed he could barely breathe. He felt bared, naked and dare he use the analogy, alien in his own skin.
He needed to get his self together, present his front to them like usual. He was about to pull himself from the embrace when he felt the gentle singing begin again and a hand started carding itself through his hair.
He closed his eyes and snuggled deeper into the arms and voice trying to comfort him. Maybe a few minutes longer would not hurt. He didn’t even protest when he was shifted off the Doctors chest and Jack moved to his other side. He let himself be led into the TARDIS, barely registering the mumbling about tests and a check up.
Author: The Lovely Me
Pairing: Jack/Ianto/The Dr (Eventually)
A/N: Ianto is OOC here. However, let’s look at the facts, he is suddenly going through some creepy ass changes and for some reason he is feeling things he shouldn’t be. He is overwhelmed. Lost, dazed, and confused.
Could use some help from my readers: Give me some good names for Ianto’s parents lol. His REAL parents I mean
Unbeta’d but spell checked. Hopefully everything was caught
Part 1 is here:
http://heavenreturned.livejournal.com/3731.html
<<**>><<**>>
He grinned slightly as he circled again. He couldn’t help it; he was looking at the Tardis. The actual Tardis. He’d read about it and heard stories about it at Torchwood One, but he was actually looking at it now. The singing he’d been feeling seemed to get louder and he reached out to touch the side of the ship, pulling his hand away before he could make contact with the cool metal outside.
He felt so strange, like he was happy happy, for the first time in as long as he could remember. Biting his lip, he reached out, with an encouraging prod almost from whatever was singing to him. He gently stroked the side of the Tardis and was blasted with a mental purr almost. Unbeknownst to him, a boyish grin broke out on his face.
He was also ignorant to the fact that the two who had been watching him since he came into the hub, had both gasped at the childish beautiful smile.
“Ianto Jones, I see you’ve met the TARDIS.”
Ianto dropped his hand at Jack’s voice, and turned, eyes trained on the floor. He knew, he could just tell who was standing with Jack. After all, he’d just been fondling the other’s space ship.
“I-I should get the coffee started si-” He was cut off by a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“Come on Lad, look at me please.” The voice was soft and it made something in Ianto unclench.
Very slowly, he lifted his eyes. Took in the mussed hair, the smattering of freckles. Then blue eyes met brown and the world seemed to fade from existence.
*Flash*
Crimson grass, dark rust colored skies. Laughter, the feeling of contentment. The feeling of love.
*Flash*
The subtle shift in atoms, expanding, exploding. Creating new worlds, new stars. The utter innocence drifting into his very soul and making him smile.
*Flash*
Blazing light and heat. Intense pressure. And the Release. The end of a star, the end of a world.
*Flash*
Smiles, human emotions, love. Dancing and singing. Happiness once more.
*Flash*
The feeling of loss, of heartache. A Broken heart? A family. Faces smiling at him.
*Flash*
Agony. Unbearable soul wounding pain. Loneliness. Screaming and then utter stillness. Like the sounds of a graveyard. Bright flashes of light and dripping blood.
*Flash*
The sound of children laughing. Singing. A mother swinging her children around.
*Flash*
No visions, just loneliness in a black room. The feeling of stretching out over time and finding….nothing
Ianto became aware that he was sobbing, and being clutched to the Doctor’s chest. However, he couldn’t stop the tears, all the pain. Jack was wrapped around him from behind and he tried to bury himself further into both embraces simultaneously. It was strange to him how at ease he felt with the Doctor, especially since he knew he wouldn’t normally act as such. But he was just so overwhelmed he could barely breathe. He felt bared, naked and dare he use the analogy, alien in his own skin.
He needed to get his self together, present his front to them like usual. He was about to pull himself from the embrace when he felt the gentle singing begin again and a hand started carding itself through his hair.
He closed his eyes and snuggled deeper into the arms and voice trying to comfort him. Maybe a few minutes longer would not hurt. He didn’t even protest when he was shifted off the Doctors chest and Jack moved to his other side. He let himself be led into the TARDIS, barely registering the mumbling about tests and a check up.