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Post by Dr Alistair Hubble on May 15, 2009 18:13:18 GMT -5
Music was what he liked to think, was the source of his sanity. Nodding, he thought of Sylvester who played cello back home. They played in a quartet together. Ally played the viola part for those as violins were easier to find than violas. He just had a knack for the lower stings besides it was nice to use the E string only for fiddling and the C string for classical music. “My friend Sylvester played the cello. It’s funny I don’t really miss anyone. Just my mum and dad, odd how things work like that. But I don’t even know them anymore; they left me as a kid. Everyone got abounded we all got….” A tear ran down his cheek. He couldn’t think come to bring himself to remember it or think upon such sorrowful thoughts. It hurt to think about it so he tired to look at the silver lining in life. “James was the first violinist and Walter played second. I got stuck with viola as I was youngest. I never liked playing with an E string with classical music anyways. I kept the E for fiddling only.”
Damit. Ianto could add one and one and get two. His body tensed and he wondered how he figured it out. Did he let something important slip when he was speaking? Did Alistair say too much? Him and his stupid mouth. He felt horrible, lost and wondered if he should just make a run for it with his box….yet even that was too risky. In the end he found himself standing where he was and not moving. “I------ how do you know?” He stammered. “You’re not supposed to know!” Now he was pointing his finger at the Welshman as if he was accusing him in front of a jury. “Now you’re gonna lock me up right and …. Send me away or something. I’ve seen the movies.” He was panicking now. It was natural for a man of his circumstances. Perfectly explainable as he was in a new place, new time and was oh so lost.
Backing away from the computer he found himself against the wall with nowhere to go. Alistair didn’t know what to do. Tears formed in his eyes again and he had no way out of this mess he gotten himself into. They always warned him his sense of curiosity would get the better of him one of these days. For a moment he truly thought that Ianto was going to help him out and now he was having second thoughts because Ianto had discovered his secret. He was from the future and that was just not right. The Canadian didn’t know what to do anymore. He slid down against the wall. The poor thing was scared to death and lost. He pulled his bear close and waited to see what would happen next.
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Post by pande on May 31, 2009 18:01:51 GMT -5
Ianto looked interestedly at Ally as the male started to talk about his friend who also played the cello. The Torchwood operative tried in vain to remember the fingers one would use to play on the cello. He shrugged and let the thought go. He’d just have to re-teach himself how to play. That was wall. Not some sort of really big deal for the male. Ianto made a sympathetic sound as Ally talk about how his parents had practically abandoned them. He, however, remained where he was, not sure exactly what he was supposed to do. Ally seemed to cheer up just a little bit as he talked about the first violinist and second violinist. How he got stuck with the viola. Ianto grinned, interesting tale. This future was really quite strange.
Ianto was about to say something when he noticed a strange change come over Ally. The male’s body tensed suddenly and he seemed on the defensive, Ianto lifted an eyebrow – was Ally sensitive about being out of time…? The Welshman looked confused as Ally seemed to have some sort of panic attack, “Ally…?” Ianto prompted softly, just as Ally pointed his finger at him and accused him. Ianto frowned sadly, was that really what Ally thought he was going to do to him…? Ianto shook his head slowly, trying to calm down the black-haired male as best he could.
Ianto watched helplessly as Ally backed into a wall and started to cry. He held his bear tightly. Ianto frowned, within seconds he crossed over to Ally and pulled the larger male into a comforting (or so he hoped) hug. Ianto cooed gently to the male and then looked at him, “Hey, hey… easy Ally. I’m not going to turn you in OR lock you up. Why would I?” Ianto tried to soothe him quietly; “I know a few people who are out of their time too… don’t worry about it.” Ianto reassured him, “For example, my boss is from the 51st century, that’s way beyond you….” Ianto paused. He didn’t actually know what time period Ally was from. Hopefully it was before the 51st century. Otherwise Ianto would be looking really stupid. “…isn’t it?”
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Post by wrenfelidae on Aug 20, 2009 1:03:41 GMT -5
There was a man in the tourist center.
With Ianto.
And they were hugging.
Jack shot up in his chair, knocking the half-full, room-temperature coffee mug from the lip of the desk. It crashed to the floor, spilling on the concrete, the mug breaking into thirds and then some. But Jack didn’t care. All that really mattered was there was a strange guy in his house, with his body all snuggled up in his man’s arms.
Jack didn’t usually get jealous, but when you see your… whatever… locked together with another man on a television, you’d be angry too. And with the amount of drama that had been going on around inside his head for the past few weeks (you know, Gray, past memories, past lovers, all that jazz), he was done with games.
He threw his coat on and stalked out of the Hub’s surveillance room, moving his angsty arse up the stairs and to the tourist center. He stood in the doorway for a moment, in-between the “secret” entrance and the main desk. Ianto and the stranger wouldn’t be able to see him from here, and he had a moment to cool his jets.
There really was a lot going through him, if he was reacting to things like this. Something as small as a hug, and he jumped up to break it up with an angry growl? Suddenly he felt sick; the realization of his rashness thudding against his skull. It felt like a thousand bugs were crawling beneath his skin, into his heart, through his blood. Tainting him with poisoned feet.
Jack ran a hand through his hair, all the sensations around him changing in an instant. Like he had space-jumped unexpectantly, where it felt like the air around you squeezed against your skin and made you clammy, before letting you go so a rush of cold air hit the wet droplets clinging to your body. And you felt weak at your knees, and had to sway for a moment until you gained balance, your arms useless against your sides.
Harkness needed a vacation, if he felt this badly. He never got sick anymore, and if this was going on, he needed to get away.
A picture of Gray flashed into his mind, his brother’s face twisted in anger and madness. Eyes like black holes.
Jack shook the from his thoughts and focused on the task at hand: rescuing his…whatever, from the clasp of that strange, quirky man.
He forced some strength into his body and walked out to the tourist center, leaning against the desk. “Who’s your friend, Ianto?” Jack asked flatly, smiling tightly, for Ianto’s benefit. The other man was holding himself oddly, as if he was crying. Jack felt relieved he had stayed in the hall for a moment to cool down; if he had stormed out like he was going to and the man was already crying, no telling what could have happened.
He also… Jack’s eyebrows knit together. Smelled oddly. Not that he spent time smelling people, but the whole pheromone/hormone thing was kind of his deal, since the humans of the future were evolutionary capable of smelling each other’s moods and levels of chemicals through smell. Jack’s sense had faded over the years, but he could still tell when something was amiss with someone. And this man smelled different. Fresh. New. He leaned a little closer over the counter, just slightly, not wanting to draw attention. Like a different time, even.
Realization popped into his head. Of course… the unstable-looking man before him was from a different time. Like him. Only… Jack took another breath through his noise, casually. Earlier time frame. Maybe… but not too far off. He’d been to almost every century, and the human imprint changed a little in every one. Became stronger, more primal. And the human before him was only a little more advanced than Ianto, based on Jack’s nose.
Jack felt like an animal, telling people apart by smell. He had eyes. Could feel things. Hear. He had the ability to speak. He shouldn’t have to tell where someone was from by smelling; he should have asked.
A voice inside Jack’s head told him he wouldn’t have asked anyway.
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Post by Dr Alistair Hubble on Aug 20, 2009 12:41:29 GMT -5
Against his leg Ally began fingering out a jig subconsciously as he spoke of violins and cellos. Alistair could almost hear the music playing behind him and he got lost into his thoughts for a moment or so as he doted into the past (well future in his case). It was hard thinking about it, the future as he could hardly remember his own parents as he left when he was six or so. His mum left when he was five and came back from Pluto when he was a part of the program. They didn’t get visitors much as they held a tight schedule for them.
Holding his bear he started up at Ianto who seemed like he didn’t know what do with him. He stayed still up against the wall holding his bear and was acting like a five year old. Not he could help this as he was after all lost in time and far away from Prince Edward Island or even Nova Scotia which is where he spent his happy days before he was stolen away to Ottawa. The cold snow of Canada that sheeted the ground in a mystical white blanket, tears rolled down his cheeks and he honestly was homesick yet dared not to go back when they were going to be looking for him and Canada was a good starting point. Statistically P.E.I. or Nova Scotia even New Brunswick would be a good starting place as he adored fiddling and that a hot spot for music. If had lived there he might have picked up piping and joined a pipe band but he was destined for science and science is where he got placed. Once you found your place in the world there really wasn’t many options as his government had become rather large since the twenty-first century.
Ianto came over and hugged him trying to calm him down. It wasn’t much use as he was still crying and holding onto his bear like he was going to have a death sentence then and there. “I don’t know, this isn't exactly rocket science is it?!” he half shouted at him though his frustration. He listened to him and nodded whispering, “Twenty-fifth,” it was faint but he told him as he was in a rather helpless situation according to the mathematical calculations that he was already figuring out in his head. It was only around give or take four hundred years but that was a long enough time to advance, take his blue space jump suit that they had to wear as uniforms. His patches gave his major, province, and rank out so they could pick him out. It even had his name in fancy scripture over his breast pocket.
Then Jack came into the room and he began panicking again. Jack had the right idea not to barge in and act “all Torchwood, hands behind your back” sort of play because that would just make everything worse. Unravel everything he ever came to believe and make him have second t thoughts which never did anyone any good at all. “You’re lying,” he managed to say. “He’s gonna take me away.” He was Jack obvious as Jack looked big and kind of scary to him at first. “Don’t lie to me, I’m not stupid. I have two PhDs and I am definitely not stupid.” |
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Post by pande on Sept 1, 2009 18:49:36 GMT -5
Ianto could tell that Ally was thinking about music. Just by the way the boy – man – was holding himself, and the tapping fingers didn't help disprove him either. Yan smiled a little and watched him. There was something so utterly peaceful about what Ally. Lost, confused, but he seemed peaceful, especially when he was lost in the music of his mind. Ianto looked around the tourist shop and adjusted something that really didn't need adjusting. He just felt like doing so. And when that was completed, he looked at Ally again.
The poor time!lost man was cuddling his bear and sighed softly. He felt really bad for him, he did! But there wasn't much he could do to help him except try and help and manage how he was coping with that weirdness was suddenly going on in his life. But then again, it wasn't like Ally was doing much to help himself, he'd practically thrown himself on Ianto as soon as he could – not that Ianto minded, but still. It was a little tiring. He felt himself starting to want to call in Jack, or someone with more experience that he had. It wasn't that he was particularly out of his element, but he didn't know what approach to take to help Ally. And he wanted to, so badly.
And the only thing he felt he could do was give the man a hug. So he did so. With a soft smile he looked at Ally, the man seemed to be crying still. He fretted a bit and then flinched back when the man snapped at him, he backed off a bit and looked like he'd been kicked. Then his face softened and he looked more accepting of what Ally had said. He Ianto had to swallowed deeply for a few minutes. Twenty-Fifth, that wasn't too far in the future. IF Ianto lived that long ( a pretty sobering thought actually), he would be about... forty two years old. Ianto blinked. No wait. Twenty fifth would be... 2500. He'd be four thousand and forty two years old. So, absolutely dead then. Ianto gave a slight smile at that thought and then looked incredibly sad. How hard was it for Ally?
Ianto looked over as Jack walked into the room. He knew the moment the door opened, only one person in the entire earth smelled like Jack. Ianto had a soft smile on his lips as he looked at his Boss and Lover. Ianto looked at Ally as the man began to panic again, “Ally, no, no.” Ianto insisted, “I promise, nothing is going to happen to you. I won't let it.” He promised, and then regretted it, he must sound like the people Ally had run from. Stupid! Ianto soothed Ally again; “You're not stupid, just jumping to conclusions a bit. He's not going to take you anywhere,” Ianto repeated, something rang in the back of his mind that this was more Gwen's forte than his own.
The tea boy looked at Jack again and finally answered the question, “This is Ally, he's …. a bit lost. We need to help him, Jack.”
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Post by wrenfelidae on Sept 16, 2009 12:11:10 GMT -5
He didn’t quite know how to react.
There was a strange man in Ianto’s arms, crying most likely, hugging a doll and screeching about how Jack was going to take him away. The captain was curious; the man seemed a child, in retrospect, with little or no concept of the reality around him. Brilliant, he seemed, but only of knowledge and the workings of science. Matter. Not people, society, emotions. It was like Einstein trapped in the body of a small child with autism and dyslexia, confused and aggravated that he couldn’t explain something the way he needed to.
Jack walked over slowly as Ianto spoke, clarifying the identity of the man and his state of distress. He placed a hand on Ianto’s shoulder, unwilling to touch the other man.
He was too much like a child. His attitude and character brought up memories, ones he’d rather forget. But still, they came up anyway, Jack’s firewall down and out of commission against the virus attacks of his guit.
His own children and grandchildren, who no one would ever know about, who didn’t know much about him. He’d left them, let them die, aging past his ability until they had aged so much they could hardly recognize him, or believed him a ghost. Demon. Angel, he got a lot of those words from his children and spouses. Grandchildren unwilling to believe that their grandfather could look younger than them.
Or the children he sacrificed, so humanity could survive. Their believing faces and trusting hands as he led them to the unknown.
He shook his head slightly, trying to clear the cloud of thoughts suffocating his mind. There were too many things wrong with him, so many things he couldn’t change. He didn’t have the time, the energy, the resources… He needed a break. A vacation.
He needed his doctor. And the amount of relief he felt even thinking his old friend’s name brought him down to Earth. Of course, there was no way to find the Doctor. But even the hope of finding him brought jack a little peace. Maybe he could just leave, leave Torchwood, leave Wales… Maybe even leave Europe. Travel, find himself again. But it was hard to think about that, leaving his team. He’d done that enough.
But…maybe it was time to do so again.
He jumped back into the present situation and Harkness stooped down, however, knowing he had to let the man know he wasn’t going to hurt him. Ianto had asked, well more like demanded, that they help him. And right now, Jack knew that his state of mind wasn’t strong enough to make decisions. So he’d be better off following Ianto’s orders than making his own. He saw where that got them; two dead teammates and a cryogenically frozen brother.
All his fault, because he was a bad leader.
Jack smiled sadly, wrapped up in his own thoughts and not entirely conscious of what he was saying. “I’m not going to take you anywhere, Ally. You’re safe here. We’re Torchwood, and we’re going to make sure you’re safe.”
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