Ianto is sitting on the steps of the Plass when the TARDIS materializes, drinking coffee from a place he hasn't been to since... well. Actually, this is the first time he's been to Wales since before he died, he thinks, recalling distantly that oh, yes, he died in London. He recognizes the slightly burnt flavor of the coffee, the smell of the air, the grey stone beneath his feet.
It's all very surreal. He takes mild comfort in the fact that the modern-day Torchwood team is thousands of miles away, freezing their arses off in the Himalayas. No one to spot the TARDIS, no potential paradoxes in the making.
He stands and approaches the TARDIS from behind - funny, how no one seemed to notice its appearance - and almost catches up to the Doctor as he exits the TARDIS.
"Creating truth like glass from the furnace of inspiration. Always thought 'horizons' sounded better."
He glances over, caught more than a little off-guard by Ianto's sudden appearance next to him. He recovers quickly enough, at least, to respond to Ianto's comments.
Ianto shrugs and sips his coffee, looking up at the Millennium Center - anywhere but the Doctor, really. He thought he would be happier, finally going home after thinking for so long that he never would again. It just doesn't feel much like home anymore.
"I'm in the Himalayas right now. Harold Saxon's orders. The whole team is." After a minute pause, "Well, except Jack. So no one will see us."
The Doctor strolls idly at Ianto's side, silent and thoughtful. They seem to be skirting around the question of destination as much as they seem to be skirting around the question of conversation. It's nothing either of them wants to talk about -- or at least the Doctor is fairly certain he doesn't -- and under the bright afternoon sun, perhaps it could simply be forgotten. Perhaps.
"A homecoming, of sorts... without anyone to come home to."
He pauses for a moment to frown, and then continues the thought.
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It's all very surreal. He takes mild comfort in the fact that the modern-day Torchwood team is thousands of miles away, freezing their arses off in the Himalayas. No one to spot the TARDIS, no potential paradoxes in the making.
He stands and approaches the TARDIS from behind - funny, how no one seemed to notice its appearance - and almost catches up to the Doctor as he exits the TARDIS.
"Creating truth like glass from the furnace of inspiration. Always thought 'horizons' sounded better."
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"Rather less poetic, though, wouldn't you say?"
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"I'm in the Himalayas right now. Harold Saxon's orders. The whole team is." After a minute pause, "Well, except Jack. So no one will see us."
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"A homecoming, of sorts... without anyone to come home to."
He pauses for a moment to frown, and then continues the thought.
"Doesn't seem worth it, somehow."
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