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TITLE: To Separate The Lies From Truth
PART THREE OF SERIES: The Five Elements (AU Verse)
CHAPTER SUMMARY: Er…spoilers. Sorry
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Torchwood or Doctor Who which is unlucky because Jack and Ianto deserve so much more!
WORDS: 5100 (If I’d known it’d been this long I would have added some more to the previous chapter!!!!!)
Notes: HERE IT IS! At last, the final chapter of this part!!!!! It was only around 87000 words and a total of 6 months to complete. Yayyyyyyy!
Chapter 28: The End of Days Part 2 (2008)
7th January 2008
Ianto stared the empty space where Bilis had stood only moments before, the area lit only by the emergency lighting of the Hub in Lockdown. He lowered his weapon alongside the others now there was nothing to aim at, yet like himself, he noticed they didn’t put them back away in their holsters, however, knowing the threat wasn’t gone completely. Shocked by how much Bilis had known and revealed of the truth, the encounter had only raised more questions on who he was, but he knew it wasn’t the only questions the others would have. He was right.
“What the bloody hell was he talking about?”
“What power, what did he mean?”
“You’re dying?” The last came from Tosh.
“Enough.” Jack snapped, with as much strength as he could probably muster, quietening the overlaying voices, which most likely hadn’t been helping his headache. “Trace the temporal activity around the Hub. He’s trying to create a distraction.”
Tosh nodded, eventually tearing her gaze from where it was fleeting between him and Jack, to bring up the right program. Luckily most of their equipment still worked even in the event of a Lockdown, and she quickly scanned the Hub and surrounding area, a blinking light on her monitor signifying where Bilis had reappeared, in a location he easily recognised.
“He’s still here.” Tosh established. “Level 2.”
“What the hell is he doing? Bring up the CCTV of the vaults.”
As Tosh complied, a new alarm resounded around the Hub, this time it was a familiar one.
“Is that the rift?” Gwen asked. “We’re in Lockdown, we can’t go on a call.”
“The rift’s open, but we don’t have to go anywhere.” Tosh answered. “It’s Bilis downstairs…and it’s not closing.”
Even with the CCTV footage of the vaults, not much could be seen of Bilis on camera, obscured by a blinding white glare, but it was a glare familiar with multiple Rift alerts over the years, only this time rather than a diminishing after a number of seconds, it got brighter and larger with each second.
“He’s forcing it open!” Jack uttered the words weakly, sending a shiver of dread through Ianto’s mind as it was, for the second time that day, sent back to his brief excursion with the Doctor and the damage done to the Hub and Plass as the Rift was forced. Damage that had taken weeks to repair and had injured dozens, though it could have been a lot worse, had it not been closed before being it’d been forced open completely.
“That’s not good.”
“Teaboy’s stating the obvious, you see something new every-day.” Owen snarked, and Ianto rolled his eyes in return. “What we’re going to do about it is my question?”
“We can’t stop him, there’s no time. Not while in Lockdown.”
Tosh was right. All the doors between them and Bilis were locked and would take too long to open. Ianto could feel Jack’s troubled and pained mind, as he tried to think of another solution with clouded concentration. Jack glanced up directly at him with troubled eyes, and Ianto saw and felt the fear he had with his plan, yet the determination that this was the only one he believed had even the smallest chance of working.
“We have to use the manipulator.”
Just those few words made Ianto understand how much risk this plan entailed, but also how little options they had if Jack was even considering it.
“I thought you said using the manipulator was a bad idea.” Owen voiced. “Death and destruction and all that.”
“That’s still in effect, but in this case we have to focus on one problem at a time.” Jack clutched harder on the arm of the sofa, trying to hold himself up, but his legs chose that moment to buckle under him, and this time Ianto wasn’t close enough to catch him.
“Shit!” Owen beat Ianto to the ground by Jack’s side, rolling him over gently onto his back with his help. “Creepy guy was bloody telling the truth wasn’t he?”
Forcing himself through the pain and confusion he’d been feeling since their arrival back from the past, had only meant Jack had crashed quicker and probably sooner than if he’d rested, and his face was slack and drenched with sweat. While Jack was still breathing shallowly, he could feel Jack’s presence was fading from his mind, as he nodded slowly in answer to Owen’s question.
“Am I the bloody doctor here or not?” Owen growled. “I’d expect Jack to go all el macho on me, but not you. You couldn’t have shared?”
“There wasn’t anything anyone could do. It was his choice.”
“The rift!”
The brightness emanating from the CCTV was growing larger each second, combined with the violent tremors starting to shake the Hub around them, but it was the urgency of Jack’s voice in his mind, that snapped his attention back to between the monitor and Jack’s face, his eyelids flickering slightly, before stilling once again.
“Jack? No, no, no, hey Captain, stay with us!” Owen cursed again when, on his next breath, Jack’s chest fell but didn’t rise again. “Tosh, I need my kit!”
Yet, Ianto knew Jack was gone, their bond silenced in death, and he kissed Jack’s hand quietly, guilt returning at the reminder that’d he’d caused this, no matter how unintentionally. He ignored Gwen’s alarmed gasp and Owen’s orders, but it was Tosh beginning to move in the background, that drew his attention away.
“Tosh, no. I need you to enter Emergency Protocol One.”
The others stared at him with a mixture of devastation and confusion, but Ianto simply stood with Jack’s body in his arms, and settled him back on the sofa next to them, that he’d been resting on before Bilis showed up. He knew what it looked like to them - that he was giving up on Jack, on his lover - but they’d be time for explanations later, preferably once Jack had revived.
“Ianto, if I don’t do something now, it’d be too late.” Owen protested.
“If we don’t open the rift, then we’ll all die.” Ianto cut in sharply, covering Jack with his greatcoat again. “If the rift is forced, the effects will be felt worldwide not just locally. It could even abolish the whole planet. At least opening it our way could give us a semblance of control over it. ”
“He’s right, Owen. The Rift’s splintering all over. It’s not just Cardiff.” Tosh confirmed, sitting back at the monitor but her movement were tentative, eyes continuing straying back to Jack’s prone form. “Reports are coming in about UFOs over the Taj Mahal in India, men in historic dress firing upon police, weevils going wild, and that’s just the start. I hate it, but it we need to do this, now.”
“Fuck this!” Owen kicked the railing hard, looking back between at Jack on the sofa, and the others crowded around the monitors, reluctantly joining them. “This better be worth it and work.”
Ianto directed Tosh through the necessary passwords, as reassuring hand on her shoulder as she went. He above all else wanted to be with Jack, holding him until he revived like he’d always promised he would, but they had a job to do, that Jack would want them to do above all else, and only he and Jack knew how to fully open the rift, the security the highest due to the risks.
“Retina prints of all Torchwood personnel required for authorisation.”
Tosh scanned each of their eyes, in turn, everyone morbidly silent that Ianto almost couldn’t stand it, especially as Tosh sombrely offered the device to him with a sad smile, after she’d scanned her own.
“We've still got to do Jack's.”
He nodded, gently taking the scan from his lover’s blank, staring eye, and passing it back to Tosh to enter into the computer. He hoped this worked, but for a moment, he wondered whether they’d still be there when Jack awoke. If even Jack would even wake should the entire world explode.
“Warning. Protocol activation will endanger Torchwood infrastructure.”
Tosh glanced at all of them in turn for final confirmation before hitting enter, further sirens immediately blaring out all over the place, adding to the already ear-splitting array from before. A white burst of electricity shot up the Water Tower and into the sky as the glass partitions of the upper boardroom shattered.
“How do we tell it worked?!” Gwen asked, eyes straying to all the cracks forming along the stone walls and ceiling, larger sections starting to crumble and fall.
“No time to find out!” Tosh exclaimed. “We’ve got to get out of here!”
Parts of the upper walkways had already fallen across the workstations, some monitors probably damaged beyond repair, but more importantly blocking his way to Jack. The others were already fleeing for the exit in the opposite direction, but Tosh looked back when she realised he wasn’t following.
“Ianto, where are you going? Let’s go!”
“I need to get Jack!” Ianto returned, ducking under support column and upper railing. “I’m not leaving without him.”
“Ianto, he’s dead. Come on!” Owen argued. “We’ll get him afterwards, I promise, but we’re not losing anyone else today.”
“No, you don’t understand.” Ianto didn’t know how long it’d take Jack to revive, but he wasn’t risking him returning if he was buried under tons of rubble. Ianto reached the sofa, gathering Jack up into his arms. His lover was in no way light, but it was disconcerting how much practise he’d gotten with lifting his weight alone, by this time.
“Ianto, look out!”
Ianto heard the words the moment he also heard a loud cracking sound above him, but his hand flew up almost so instinctively it was frightening, as the large clump of rock heading for both his head and Jack’s body, shattering into little pieces that rained down harmlessly. More cracks were forming however and he didn’t take the time to breath in relief as he hefted Jack further into a more secure grip.
“That rock, it just…”
“What was that?” Owen added, glaring accusingly. “What did you do?”
“Owen! Gwen!” Tosh, the only one to currently understand, jumped in for him as he struggled with Jack’s weight as he carefully navigated the crumbling hub, sparks now flying from the damaged monitors. “Not the time! Keep moving!”
“Shit, the doors are all locked!” With the Hub collapsing around them, as well as Jack’s death, they’d forgotten the Hub was still in Lockdown. “Of course they bloody are.”
“Ianto?” Tosh looked toward inquisitively, and Ianto knew what she was meaning to ask without her actually saying it around the others. Not that it mattered now. With his instinctive display with the rock just now, the proverbial cat was out the bag.
“Not this one. The garage.” Ianto answered; he wasn’t even about to attempt something as heavy as the cog door, and luckily the door was fairly close to the current exit. “The locks are electronic but I can try the hinges.”
“What’s Ianto gonna do?” Gwen shouted over the noise blaring in the Hub. “They’re solid metal!”
“What do you think?” Owen countered. “Probably the same way he just blasted that bloody rock!”
“Just trust him.” Tosh argued. “We’ll explain later, but this is not the time.”
Ianto shifted Jack’s limp frame vertical, holding up his weight with only one arm around his waist until Tosh stepped forward to help with supporting his upper half, while his other arm reached out towards the garage door.
Despite not fully trusting his newest abilities, he knew he could fracture almost anything around him quicker than his past endeavours at burning through metal, and he reached for his power was already still bubbling at the surface inside him, he closed his eyes to focus as he snapped each metal hinge in turn as easily as a twig, the door now able to open the opposite side than usual.
“Keeping moving!” Ianto repeated, lifting Jack again, pushing away his own insecurities at having his most personal secret now out in the light.
They didn’t use it much, mainly using its front entrance for their cars, but the garage side exit led out onto one of the Cardiff highstreets near the Plass, all of them stumbling slightly as they squinted against the onslaught of sudden daylight.
“What now?” Gwen asked, as they got as far from the exit as possible.
A loud, short, and sudden intake of breath, signified Jack’s return to life as he jolted in his arms, cutting off anyone who would have answered. Ianto almost dropped him out of shock, not expecting him to revive so quickly after such a delayed and painful death, but managed to instead lower him down onto the cobbled ground.
“Oh my god!” The exclamations of astonishment and joy echoed loudly as the two of them were crowded by the rest of the team, Ianto gripping Jack closely as the latter regained his senses.
“You’re alright, we’re outside.” Ianto assured, as Jack continued to grasp his arm, the usual tremors of revival starting to culminate. ”We opened the rift.”
Jack rolled over slowly, and he drew up to his knees. “Did it work?”
“Well, the world hasn’t ended so that’s a plus.” Owen snarked, sarcastically. He knelt next to Ianto, trying to keep Jack from moving. “You stay down. You might have just popped up back to life like a miracle, but I’m…”
“It’s not over yet.” Jack interrupted. “Where’s Bilis?”
The answer didn’t come verbally at first, Gwen answering from the way she suddenly separated from the rest of them, turning towards the end of the street as something drew her attention away from their newly revived leader.. It was the return of Bilis’ voice however, that confirmed the answer.
“From out of the darkness, he is come.” Bilis stood at the end of the street, staring upwards at something behind them. “Son of the Great Beast, cast out before time, chained in rock and imprisoned beneath the Rift.”
“What?” Gwen asked, as Ianto pulled Jack to his feet, wrapping a supportive arm around him.
“All hail Abaddon, the Great Devourer, come to feast on life.” Towering over the buildings, a horned beast roared. “The whole world shall die beneath his shadow.”
Every step of the creature, set off multiple car alarms, as people at the other end of the street, ran in fear. Ianto knew there was nowhere to go, they couldn’t outrun something so large, and the screaming fell into silence as they collapsed dead as soon as its shadow passed over them.
“I look upon you, my god, and know my work is done.”
“This was his plan all along.” Jack rose to his feet with his help, still unsteady from his arrival. “I need to get to an open space.”
“No! Jack, you can’t do this. You're too weak.” Ianto protested, he didn’t need an explanation to know what he was planning. They knew each other like the back of their hands. “There must be another way.”
“What is he talking about?” Gwen asked. The others were less aware, but it seemed Tosh and maybe even Owen was starting to catch on after his reaction. “What are you gonna do?”
“Ianto. There’s no time.” Abaddon stamped on a block of flats, getting steadily closer each second, only strengthening the argument, as the pair of them headed back towards the garage to retrieve the SUV. Or more like, it was Ianto chasing after Jack. “If Abaddon is the bringer of death, let's see how he does with me. If he feeds on life, then I'm an all you can eat buffet.”
“I can make time.” The Fae had said he could manipulate time, that he had power to slow it, unmastered. “I can….”
He trailed off his line of thought. He didn’t know how and they didn’t have the opportunity to practice and retry if it went wrong. To reverse the effects of his attempt. What happened if he sped up time instead?
Jack caught the defeated look in his eyes, before he could tear away his gaze, as the car shot past the rest of the team, towards the nearest clearing, next to the river. Jack pushed away Ianto attempts to join him however, as soon as they exited the car.
“Get out of here. Go! Drive as fast as you can.”
“Jack...”
Ianto hesitated, not wanting to leave Jack to face this alone, but also knowing he couldn’t stay with him under the beast’s shadow. He waited, for Jack’s usual ‘I’ll come back I always do’, but it didn’t come, only intensifying the panic clenching inside him.
“I’m sorry.” Jack whispered instead, kissing him hard, before pulling back and striding towards the clearing. “Bring it on!”
Abaddon's attention snapped to Jack, stepping across the river like it was nothing as he approached. Ianto watched from the car as it’s shadow fell on Jack.
His screams of pain, echoed in Ianto’s head, paralysing him but he refused to shield. Abaddon roared, energy streaming out of Jack, as he fell to his knees, but it wasn’t for nothing. The bringer of death fell soon after, vanishing in a flash of white so bright he lost sight of Jack for a second, but the silence that followed was deafening as Jack finally collapsed against the pebbles.
Ianto slumped forward against the steering wheel a second later, unconscious.
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8th January 2008
Ianto awoke to find himself lying flat on the metal table in the medical bay. The ache in his back meant he’d notably been laying in the same position for quite some time, and a pinch in his arm drew his attention to the thin tube feeding from a stand above his head.
Tugging on the wires, he felt a flashback brewing, but Ianto was determined not to let it overcome him again, focusing on the familiar layout of the medical bay in the Hub. He knew where exactly he was laying and it was nowhere near the - now demolished - whitewashed room in Torchwood One. There was no need to embarrass himself once again by panicking. Twice was enough, but then again, hadn’t the Hub been inaccessible the last time he was awake? How long had he’d been asleep?
“You’re awake at last.” Footsteps alerted him to Owen’s arrival in the bay. “At least you haven’t slugged me yet. I’d say that’s progress.”
“Don’t count on it.” Ianto glared, then gestured down to the wiring and tubes attached to him. “Bit excessive though isn’t it.”
“Well after yesterday, I wasn’t taking any chances.” Owen countered. Yesterday. At least that was one question answered as the medic checked the monitor, before compiling and peeling the rest of the wires of him. “You might have some superhuman, alien or whatever the hell abilities, but you’re still my patient.”
“What…?”
“Tosh explained.” Owen continued, and Ianto tensed instinctively, which the former quickly picked up on. “Well, sort of. Don’t worry, she only said enough to get us of her back. She left lots of juicy details for you to explain later on.”
Great, he thought, but at that moment something else was puzzling him. He couldn’t describe it but Ianto felt off. Now that he was more awake, and the panic he’d first felt had settled, it felt as if something was missing but he couldn’t quite determine what it was. He reached unconsciously out for his bond with Jack, but found it closed.
“Where’s Jack?”
The question actually intended to be innocent, but this time it was Owen’s turn to tense. He could only think of one cause for the reaction however, but that couldn’t have been right. Ianto had clearly been unconscious for some time, which meant Jack should have revived by now, and cursed that he’d been alone to do so for the first time in a while. Yet, if that was the case, Jack would have been stalking his side in the medical. Ianto sat up, dislodging the IV in his arm.
“Owen, where’s Jack?”
“Ianto, Jack…” Owen sighed as he trailed off. “What do you remember?”
Owen didn’t need to say anything else, Ianto sensing the other’s reluctance and grief as his own, and jumped from the table and ran through the Hub towards the morgue. It wasn’t empty and closed up as he’d expected, but Gwen and Tosh stood around an open compartment, the slab pulled out. On it lay Jack’s prone form, no longer dressed in his familiar attire, but in a thin white gown that barely reached his knees. Even washed and clean, with no blood in sight for once, he looked more dead than Ianto had ever seen him.
“No, he shouldn’t be down here. You can’t be certain.”
“He's ice cold. No vital signs.” Owen declared, coming up from behind.
“He revived earlier; you saw him.” Ianto argued, reaching out a hand to touch Jack’s arm. As Owen said, his skin was like ice under his own. “He knew he couldn’t die. Not permanently.”
“He was wrong.”
“He’s not.” Ianto countered, lifting Jack off the freezing metal of the slab. “He’s come back to life in front of me so many times, from so many different deaths that’d there should be no coming back from. This isn’t any different.”
But even as he both spoke and carried Jack’s body back to his office, he ignored the voice in his head that said maybe this time was different, as Ianto finally recognised what he’d been missing. Jack’s presence, the ever-present white spark that he’d always taken for granted whenever Jack was nearby - even before their new and stronger bond – was just gone.
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10th January 2008
Two more days passed without a sign from Jack, and the empty place in Ianto’s heart and mind grew. He’d always sensed Jack’s presence, even during the times the latter had died before. Yes, their bond snapped with death, but the white spark tingling at the back of his own, had been the one constant with Jack since that very first day they’d met, and now it was gone.
He still couldn’t give up though, not when he stared down at the prone form of Jack that still looked no different than when he’d first died, no matter how many hours it’d been. It was the only hope he had left.
“How long is he going to do this?” He heard Owen talking to Tosh somewhere in the middle of the Hub, where they were clearing the mess, and installing new monitors and workstations, but he made no sign he’d heard, still keeping vigil like he’d promised long ago after the third time he’d witnessed Jack die. The time he felt Jack’s relief and gratefulness if full, at him having stayed with him until he revived.
“He’s still holding out hope, and seeing Jack revive myself I can understand why.”
“From what Ianto’s described, it usually takes minutes, sometimes hours, but it’s been days.” Owen replied. “We have to face up to it. He's not coming back this time. It’s not healthy for him to be there.”
“I know. I’ll speak to him.” Tosh’s footsteps towards him, didn’t come as a surprise after the words, and he didn’t look up as he spoke, letting Tosh know he knew of her arrival.”
“It’s different this time. I can feel it, like my head’s empty and he’s just gone.” Ianto shook his head of his doubt and refocused. “But he’s coming back, I know he will. Sometimes it just takes longer.”
“Ianto, you need to take a break.” Tosh returned, clearly jumping straight to the point. ”You haven’t moved for hours.”
“I promised I’d never leave him to come back alone.”
“I know, but he won’t be. I’ll stay.” She assured. “You need to sleep, he’ll understand.”
At Tosh’s persistence, Ianto kissed Jack’s lips softly and stood. Usually, he would head to Jack’s bunker under the office, but he couldn’t face it. To be surrounded by all his things, when his body was lying cold and stiff above, so instead he made his way out the office to the other sofa by the workstations ignoring the sad looks from Gwen and Owen.
He couldn’t sleep though. He lay still on his side, hoping the rest of them didn’t notice he was awake, but his mind was in overdrive. He couldn’t rest until he knew for sure.
Footsteps coming from the direction of Jack’s office, made him wonder if Tosh had ventured come out of the office, but the loud gasps of shock from the other two by the workstations, made him roll over. She had, but next to her was Jack. His lover whose skin was pale, but alive, and who now turned towards with a smile as he held Tosh tight, but welcomed the other’s embraces.
Ianto shot right up from the sofa. A part of him wondered if this was reality, or whether he’d fallen asleep faster than anticipated and this was only a dream, but it was there, the spark floating freely in his mind, growing larger and brighter with each second, and he couldn’t have dreamed this. It felt too real.
He was unable to turn his eyes away from his lover for a split second as he walked over to Jack, meeting the latter halfway in the centre of the room, Jack letting go of Tosh’s support the closer he got.
Jack took a final step forward, then kissed him, hard. Ianto almost didn’t see it coming, but he closed his eyes and returned the kiss whole-heartedly, not worrying about anyone else staring only metres away.
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“The rest of them went to get coffee.” Ianto declared, entering Jack’s office to where the latter was sitting at his desk, fully dressed again, and wrapped up in his greatcoat. He definitely wasn’t resting however it seemed, like Ianto had told him though. “It seems my machine didn’t survive under a ton of rock.”
“I’ll put a new one on the expenses.” Jack returned, pushing aside the paperwork he’d been about to reluctantly complete. “Luckily the damage doesn’t seem as bad as it could have been. Might have to rethink the boardroom though.”
Ianto nodded. “What about the Rift?”
“It closed up when Abaddon was destroyed. But it's gonna be more volatile than ever.” Jack stood and took a step forward towards Ianto, pulling him closer towards him. “In the meantime, however, the other’s won’t be back with the coffee’s for a while…”
Ianto shivered as he touched Jack’s skin, despite the latter having been wearing his greatcoat for quite some time now. “God, you’re freezing.”
“Well maybe you can warm me up?” Ianto didn’t have time to react to the cheesy and cliché line, before Jack kissed him again, this time with more energy and for longer.
A quiet bubbling noise interrupted them, drawing their attention to the hand in the jar, that started to glow as Jack pulled away from their kiss. The sound of a familiar time rotor whirred as the CCTV showed the TARDIS appearing on the slab above the invisible lift.
“Seriously now?” Jack groaned, but his face showed an opposite smile. “He waits nearly 140 years to show up, and it just happens to be now!”
Ianto shrugged. “Makes sense if you consider it.” At Jack’s arched eyebrow as the immortal grabbed his ever-packed go bag from the corner of his office, he continued. “He refuels from the rift, and you said yourself the TARDIS is sentient. The rift was just open, it’s an optimum time for her to choose.”
“True, but that also means it won’t take long.” Jack realised, taking off running for the cog door snatching the hand in the jar on his way, shouting back behind him. “Ianto, we need catch him before he leaves!”
“What…You still want me to come?” Jack didn’t answer, and Ianto raced forward himself, slipping in-between the closing doors of the elevators, just in time. “It’s just I know the source of my gifts now. There’s nothing he can tell me.”
“So? There’s plenty he can tell me, and I want you there.” Jack exclaimed. “That’s never changed.”
From the tourist office, the pair raced side-by-side across the Plass, Ianto tuning out Jack’s shouts of the Doctor’s name as they ran, but halfway across a gust of wind from nowhere, knocked Ianto off his feet, landing with a, thankfully not too painful, thud on the paved ground. He couldn’t see who’d caused it, but he didn’t have to, he’d felt and used the same power so many times himself, not to recognise its use by the Fae.
“What now?!” The words definitely didn’t have a hint of exasperation to them.
“Little one must not travel.” The voices echoed the same words from out the whirling wind, but the Fae didn’t show their forms. The voice were also different from the one that spoken during their time travel stint, almost younger sounding. “Must stay to be protected.”
“Ianto!?”
Ianto looked away in the distance to see Jack had stopped, noticing he was no longer following. The latter frowned the sight of him the ground, wind-swept in a way that could only be from one culprit – or should he say, species of culprits.
“They don’t want me to leave!” Ianto replied and further away from them both, the familiar sound of the TARDIS starting to dematerialise began. Jack had to go now or he’d miss his chance and he wasn’t going to let that happen just because the Fae had decided to be overprotective. “Just go! You’ve waited to long for this to miss it!”
Jack hesitated, but relented under Ianto encouragement.
“I’ll be back!” He assured, their bond helpfully audible despite over the noise of both the wind and the TARDIS. “Before you know it, okay? I’ll be back.”
“Good luck!” Jack turned to run once mor and Ianto snapped his eyes close as a white Fae appeared right in face, giggling gleefully at her prank. When Ianto opened then again, Jack, the TARDIS, and the Fae were gone, the air still and silent once more.
NOTES: 5000 words to end, wow! Plus, sorry if you didn’t know, but I figured you’d guess this part would probably ended on a cliff-hanger seeing the actual series did….
I do plan to write a short! (Ahaha I know that will go out the window but I’ll try) part on The Year That Never Was as Part 4 of the series, before series 2 and then 3, but I don’t know when I’m afraid. I haven’t figured the plot out and Uni Work will be back soon…..but I hate leaving things uncompleted so it’ll be done at some point!
Please review on the whole of this season 1 AU, including any ideas, or even errors/plot holes I might have missed, and thank you all for getting this far. All my friends and family question how I can ever write this much!!!!!
THANK YOU!