Fic: Broken
Title: Broken.
Rating: G I suppose.
Characters/Pairing: Ianto, brief Tosh. Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: It's set post End of Days, so spoilers for that.
Disclaimer: Don't own it blah blah.
Note: Written for Day Two at redismycolour. I don't usually like my Ianto this angsty, but this is the way it came out. I'm really not pleased with it, but I want to just post it and get it out of the way. So I hope Ianto doesn't come over as overly emo.
Word Count: 544
Summary: Jack was winter - and Ianto misses him.
Broken
The bitter winter wind crashed in from the sea with the white tipped waves. Ianto was alone on the beach, not another soul for miles, just the sounds of the sea and the wind for company. He came here quite often these days. The bleak rawness of the beach was comforting to him and helped him to relax after or during hectic days at the Hub.
The sky was white, and made Ianto recall the stories he'd been told in his youth about purgatory. Nothing but sea and oblivion existed in this place (there were no birds today, which Ianto did not find unusual) and Ianto was glad for the numbing effect the wind had on him. All too often in his young life he had yearned to feel nothing, to stand there and let the sea and the sky and the sand swallow him up. The parts of him that Torchwood hadn't already taken anyway.
The sea roared, trying to be heard over the wind, and foamed. It was a stormy sea, Ianto could almost smell the storm coming in and still he stayed, just watching the line of the horizon.
Underneath the grey and the white and the foam, Ianto could see blue. It wasn't really there, but he could see it. Jack's eyes, stormy mirrors to a conflicted soul. Jack's voice, echoing in his head, so clear that he could drown in it if he wanted to.
Jack was winter (with sunny spells and the occasional blizzard. Jack was the unpredictable winter sea, and who knew when the tide would come in again?) - and Ianto misses him. He can only admit that to himself here, on this beach and under this sky. His confessional. They would recover as a team because they had to. They had to carry on without Jack, world to save and all that. The next apocalypse wouldn't wait for Jack so they had to be ready without him. Ianto knew that, with time, he'd get over Jack, stop seeing his eyes and hearing his voice. He just wanted it to be sooner rather than later, because at times like this he couldn't bear it.
Ianto was dragged out of his reverie by a voice in his ear, splintering the silence. He momentarily regretted keeping it in (even though he knew it was the right thing to do) before acknowledging Toshiko on the other end of the line.
“Sorry Ianto,” she apologised, softly, sorry for disturbing him during his scarce free time . “We need you here, something's come up.”
“I'll be right there,” promised Ianto, his voice was strained and raspy.
“Are you alright?” asked Tosh, sensing something was wrong.
In the short silence that followed, Ianto turned his back to the sea and began to make the journey back towards his car. He'd gotten all that he came for now (what he needed), he was ready to leave and face the world again.
“Of course,” he reassured her, smiling even though he knew that nobody would see it. He needed to smile for Tosh. He needed to smile for them all. “I'm fine.” It didn't really matter that he wasn't. All that mattered was Torchwood - a broken team trying to do their best to save the world.
- screencap by
emmahyphenjane.
Rating: G I suppose.
Characters/Pairing: Ianto, brief Tosh. Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: It's set post End of Days, so spoilers for that.
Disclaimer: Don't own it blah blah.
Note: Written for Day Two at redismycolour. I don't usually like my Ianto this angsty, but this is the way it came out. I'm really not pleased with it, but I want to just post it and get it out of the way. So I hope Ianto doesn't come over as overly emo.
Word Count: 544
Summary: Jack was winter - and Ianto misses him.
Broken
The bitter winter wind crashed in from the sea with the white tipped waves. Ianto was alone on the beach, not another soul for miles, just the sounds of the sea and the wind for company. He came here quite often these days. The bleak rawness of the beach was comforting to him and helped him to relax after or during hectic days at the Hub.
The sky was white, and made Ianto recall the stories he'd been told in his youth about purgatory. Nothing but sea and oblivion existed in this place (there were no birds today, which Ianto did not find unusual) and Ianto was glad for the numbing effect the wind had on him. All too often in his young life he had yearned to feel nothing, to stand there and let the sea and the sky and the sand swallow him up. The parts of him that Torchwood hadn't already taken anyway.
The sea roared, trying to be heard over the wind, and foamed. It was a stormy sea, Ianto could almost smell the storm coming in and still he stayed, just watching the line of the horizon.
Underneath the grey and the white and the foam, Ianto could see blue. It wasn't really there, but he could see it. Jack's eyes, stormy mirrors to a conflicted soul. Jack's voice, echoing in his head, so clear that he could drown in it if he wanted to.
Jack was winter (with sunny spells and the occasional blizzard. Jack was the unpredictable winter sea, and who knew when the tide would come in again?) - and Ianto misses him. He can only admit that to himself here, on this beach and under this sky. His confessional. They would recover as a team because they had to. They had to carry on without Jack, world to save and all that. The next apocalypse wouldn't wait for Jack so they had to be ready without him. Ianto knew that, with time, he'd get over Jack, stop seeing his eyes and hearing his voice. He just wanted it to be sooner rather than later, because at times like this he couldn't bear it.
Ianto was dragged out of his reverie by a voice in his ear, splintering the silence. He momentarily regretted keeping it in (even though he knew it was the right thing to do) before acknowledging Toshiko on the other end of the line.
“Sorry Ianto,” she apologised, softly, sorry for disturbing him during his scarce free time . “We need you here, something's come up.”
“I'll be right there,” promised Ianto, his voice was strained and raspy.
“Are you alright?” asked Tosh, sensing something was wrong.
In the short silence that followed, Ianto turned his back to the sea and began to make the journey back towards his car. He'd gotten all that he came for now (what he needed), he was ready to leave and face the world again.
“Of course,” he reassured her, smiling even though he knew that nobody would see it. He needed to smile for Tosh. He needed to smile for them all. “I'm fine.” It didn't really matter that he wasn't. All that mattered was Torchwood - a broken team trying to do their best to save the world.
- screencap by
emmahyphenjane.