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Post by pande on Jul 17, 2009 19:46:39 GMT -5
[[ thread song; Ghosts ]
The scene was something that was probably thought up for a story, it was beautiful. The sun had just set and was casting stunning reflections on the waves of the bay. It was serene, quiet. A time for thinking and reflecting on past incidents. Or just to think about nothing at all and watch the sight. In fact, that's exactly what several people were doing, but this is not a story about multiple people it was about one person.
A person leaning against the rail. He was a stark appearance out on the docks. His head was turned towards the bay, face relaxed and tinged with sadness. Stormy blue-gray eyes looked to be deep in thought. In fact, he was lost in thought. Just as he was on every sunset, staring out at the ocean and wondering bout things he'd never let Jack know about. Yes, indeed, it was Ianto Jones; and he wasn't dressed in a suit. He was dressed plainly, a gray hoodie (with a possible shirt or not underneath), and a pair of nice-fitting jeans, there were even trainers on his feet.
Absolutely not Ianto wear. But he'd decided to stay having more time to himself, and time to think. About everything. But mostly, about the still-fresh deaths of Toshiko Sato and Owen Harper. Ianto's head sunk a little lower as he thought about them, eyes closed suddenly as he let out a little sigh. He missed them, missed the quiet evenings with Tosh when Gwen, Jack and Owen were out. Even before Gwen had joined them; neither Ianto nor Tosh went out with them. No, it had always been the action-junkies who went.
But Ianto had never really minded, Tosh was a very interesting person. She reminded Ianto of a cat, secretly desperate for attention, but maintaining a "don't need affection' aura around her. Well, when she wasn't making eyes at Owen or glancing over at the Autopsy Bay. She was such a sweet girl, gentle. Always gentle. She hadn't deserved to die. None of them had, but it was the job risk. Everyone died in Torchwood. And then Ianto's thoughts turned a bit more morbid, he would die someday. He didn't know how, or when. But if by some miracle he didn't.
Well. He didn't want to think about that. Thinking about that meant thinking about Jack leaving him. Jack moving on. Ianto sighed and laid his head down on the wooden rail, his back arched and legs spread out a little as he stared at the rippling waves. Life was so confusing, and short. It was part of the reason being with Jack was so much fun. Jack knew how short life could be. He respected it (mostly), and lived it up. Never doing what could be done today, tomorrow. Ianto had a gentle smile on his face now. Jack.
Gray. Tosh. Owen. Gwen. Lisa. So many names he'd known. So many lives he'd seen ruined, both on their part and aliens parts. So much death, it was a wonder Ianto wasn't really immune to it yet. Still, he'd best be getting on. Jack would want him to be working soon enough and Ianto didn't really trust the male that Ally said had offered him a place to stay. It was time to move on. Until the next night, that is. Ianto nodded his head and whispered a goodbye to long gone friends and then turned. He paused, his eyes narrowing. Was there someone under the lamplight over there? He tensed a little, not really scared, but wary. Always wary.
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Post by Rose Tyler on Jul 19, 2009 20:23:56 GMT -5
Sometimes, Rose wished she could escape her own head. So many thoughts, so many conflicting arguments. She never used to have this problem. Maybe it was just the Doctor, one of the many effects of travelling with him. Maybe it was growing up, finally. What did she mean, finally. She was only in her early twenties. It wasn't that long ago, she was a teenager, allowed to be naive. Or maybe it was just this whole love thing.
As she looked out over the water of Cardiff bay, reflecting the gorgeous sunset, in it's final throws before it disappeared completely for another night, she longed for few things more than an escape. Probably only one thing more, and that was the whole problem. It was almost silly. He was right over there. It would take so little to walk down around the bay and over to the Tardis. Apologise, not push the matter, and go back to how they were. But that was the whole problem. He may be able to go back to that, but she couldn't. She wasn't the same person. She loved him, that much was obvious, and she would follow him to the end of the universe, just as she had before, but she wasn't content to just follow any more. She wanted more.
Rose leaned back against the light post, and with a sigh, pulled her dark trench coat around her, failing at keeping out the night-time chill coming off the water. She closed her eyes, rolling her shoulders back, trying to loosen the tight muscles. The ironic thing was, Rose was dealing with this just like he would. She was running. A wry grin lifted the corner of her mouth, but it wasn't one of humour. Self loathing maybe. He'd finally started to open up to her, and she'd run away.
She banged her head against the pole. She didn't even know what she was doing. Maybe she should just walk around to the Tardis and say sorry. Or act like nothing had ever happened. Or call him. Or throw herself in the bay. Rose really had no idea what she was supposed to do, what she was going to do, and this was why she wanted to escape. But no matter how far or fast you ran, you couldn't get away from your own mind. And that was her problem.
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Post by pande on Jul 20, 2009 12:03:01 GMT -5
Ianto’s eyes traced the figure of a female. Curvy and pretty from the shadows. She too seemed to be lost in thought, leaning against the pole, thinking about something. The lights of the pole switched on and Ianto could see her face, it tugged at him. Something about her was familiar. Had he read something on her somewhere? Perhaps in the Hub? Ianto didn’t know, and truthfully, he didn’t want to think about work at this moment.
He was much more interested in talking to someone he didn’t know, complaining about things beyond his control. Normal people things. Not, saving the world for the hundredth time, not worrying if he’d finished his work and locked everything up properly. Just human talk. Normal, something Ianto missed a lot more than he cared to think at times.
The torchwood employee studied the girl, he let his lower back rest against the wooden rail of the bay. He felt it give a nanometer and then hold his weight. His arms crossed in front of his chest as he watched her in silence. She seemed to be so sad as well, Ianto prided himself on being good at understanding people’s feelings. Perhaps she’d had a roe with her lover/boyfriend/family?
Jones pushed off from the rail and walked over towards her. He gave her an easy, relaxed smile when he was about three yards away, “Good place for thinking, isn’t it?” he asked her calmly. He had a soft, sad smile on his face. She seemed like a nice lass, normal. Maybe that’s what Ianto Jones needed. Normal.
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Post by Rose Tyler on Jul 21, 2009 2:26:39 GMT -5
Rose jumped as someone spoke, and spun around to face them. It was a habit you got into in her line of work - well, her old line of work. It was a bit hard to work for a company, if you could call it that, that was located in a different dimension. If they still existed at all. this though sent a pang of worry through her stomach. After all, there were plenty enough people she cared about back there, and not just her family. She'd grown quite close to many of the people that had been vital in the rebuilding of T1.
She took in the man, standing a few yards ago, and relaxed, feeling like a bit of a fool. He looked, well, normal, but that was never a good judge. He was dressed in jeans and a hoodie, and looked friendly enough. Well, the smile on his face was a nice one, and usually, Rose was a fairly good judge of people.
She smiled back at him.
"It certainly is." she said, glancing out at the water again. It was now lit more by the city lights than the sunset. She hesitated, and held out her hand.
"Hey. I'm Rose" she added with a friendly smile.
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Post by pande on Jul 23, 2009 15:57:13 GMT -5
Ianto paused as she jumped; he hadn’t meant to startle her. He frowned sadly, and then brought back his normal smile. She really was a beautiful woman. Blonde hair that was dyed, or bleached. Looking at the girl he could tell that she wasn’t exactly what one person would call ‘normal’. There was an air about her that Ianto was sure he’d sensed somewhere else as well. She didn’t put him off, or feel like she was someone evil.
She was quite nice looking. And when she smiled at him he nodded his head. He looked down at her hand when she held it out to him. Instantly he allowed his hand to gracefully sweep forward and grasp hers. Warm hand, so, not unliving then. He grinned brightly at her and then nodded after she’d introduced herself.
“Pleasure to meet you Rose,” He said softly, lifting his hand up and down a few times before dropping her hand and placed it into his hoodie jacket. “Ianto. Would it bother you much to ask what you’re thinking about?” he asked softly, knowing that it was nosy of himself. He’d of course; gladly tell her what he was thinking about. It felt good to be around someone who knew nothing of Torchwood or aliens, or other things. Just… being around another person. He sighed in relaxation and leaned against the bar in thought.
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Post by Rose Tyler on Jul 25, 2009 0:56:47 GMT -5
Rose smiled again. Ianto. An interesting name. Welsh, she was pretty sure. Which would fit, she realised, considering she was in Wales. Duh. There was a reason why her mother had often wondered why her daughter wasn't born a natural blonde. Sometimes, Rose wasn't the brightest bulb in the box. That wasn't to say she wasn't smart. She just didn't think a whole lot before saying things. But she was getting better.
When the man asked about what she was thinking about, she didn"t give him an answer. Many people wouldn't answer at all to a complete stranger, but Rose had never been one of those people. She was the little girl that chatted to strangers while she was waiting for her mother, much to Jackie's horror.
She grinned wryly. "Just matters of the heart." she said. "Maybe you can help. You see this guy, we've been travelling together, and I've known I've loved him for a long time. And he finally said it back. But He also said that he can't be with me. Not, not like that anyway. And so I told him we needed some tme to think, and left, but now. Well now I'm stuck. Because I want him, and I couldn't leave him, but he won't let himself get close." she grinned again, though there was no cheer in this one. "Just back away slowly if I'm being a pain. Look at me, gushing to a stranger."
She frowned thoughtfully. "So I've told you whats on my mind. Do I get to find out whats on yours?" she asked.
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Post by pande on Aug 6, 2009 3:29:43 GMT -5
Ianto smiled as he looked at Rose. Interesting name, Rose. Almost Shakespearean in nature, wasn't it? The Welshman smiled and intertwined his fingers with each other and rested them on his stomach as he listened to the girl, at first it didn't seem like she was going to tell him anything. Which would have been fine, he was, after all, a complete stranger to her. Someone random asking information that was probably quite private.
But still, he didn't really feel bad about asking her what it was that cooked her noggin. He gave her another easy smile and turned to look at the last fleeting rays of the setting sun. Beautiful. It was just about now he could imagine spirits dancing in the skies. Owen and Tosh, together finally, hopefully. Providing the years of Owen being an ass hadn't sent him straight to hell. Not that Tosh was strictly an angel either. They did what they had to do. Maybe there was someplace special for them to go. When they went.
He smiled at her when she started to talk. Love, isn't that the root of all problems? Teenagers in love, men in love, woman in love. In love with Jack. Ianto closed his eyes and frowned, where were they going with their relationship? Ianto could hardly assume he was more than just a simple fling for Jack -- which hurt, but he was used to it. Never letting it show. He returned his attention to Rose and smiled sadly, he chuckled at her last comment and shook his head, "Limited trouble I'm sure." he assured her. "Though, not entirely the right person to be answering about relationships. Mine's rather... different." Ianto had a brief moment of far-away look in his eyes and then he blinked and looked at Rose.
Ianto laughed a little, "Possible, not as cheery as yours is. Though, that wasn't strictly cheery either." he looked at the now set sun on the horizon and sighed slowly. "I'm just... thinking. And remembering. I've had so many friends killed. No one lives long in my job. Unless you can't die, which I can." Ianto sighed, he gave Rose a rueful smile, "I've also got relationship problems. My... partner's ex has come back. Again. The last time he was in town, let's just say it was really, really rough?" Ianto sighed and then looked back out at the calming waves once more.
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Post by Rose Tyler on Aug 12, 2009 2:20:08 GMT -5
Rose bit her lip, her eyes sympathetic. In an instant, her own losses came flooding back. The people she’d known, and lost. Some that she’d only known for a while before their death, some she’d known for longer. Some that hadn’t even died, but were out of reach none the less. Some who would stand right in front of her, and still, she couldn’t seem to reach them. Her mind filled with memories she purposely filled away.
She’d never had any of this, before. Before the Doctor and the Tardis. Things had been easy. But they’d been dull. And, when you added it up, the number of people they’d saved in their travels far outweighed those that had died. But it wasn’t the saved that you remembered, Rose had learned that very quickly. Those that were lost always sprang to mind.
But even so, Rose was realising that travelling with the Doctor, being with him, was worth all that. It was worth fighting through these hiccups, his moodiness, and his mysterious rules. It was worth breathing through the moments when he just wanted to strangle him. Because she was fast realising that he was so much a part of her now, that when he was missing, when they were fighting, there was something gone from her.
Even in Pete’s World she’d had that hope. This was far worse.
She gazed down the line of the bay, to where she could just see the water tower, where she knew the Tardis, and he, would be, before looking back to Ianto. “I’m sorry” she said. She was, although she hadn’t known the people, she didn’t know anything about their lives. But such losses were something to be sorry about, and what else did someone say?
She grimaced as he continued. “Ex’s. Brilliant. I know the feeling.” she looked up at him again through dark eyelashes. “Is he fair competition? Because I’ve got some friends we can call, get him off the scene…” the last sentence was said with a cheeky, joking smile.
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Post by pande on Aug 16, 2009 12:31:54 GMT -5
Ianto could tell that he knew the sort of pain he was in. She knew it as well. And he was very sorry about that, no one should have to feel this type of pain. Not a soul, Ianto heaved a mental sigh and looked at the ground, the sky was darker now, but there was that happy glow of a rainbow over the waves now. Yan turned and looked at Rose once more, she was different from what he expected her to be like, she wasn't a prat. She was... bold. Important. Sure of herself, some of those qualities Ianto wanted. He gave her a sad smile.
"You too, huh?" he asked quietly. He wanted to take her into a hug and hold her tight against his chest. Sometimes sharing pain helped heal the pain. But Ianto wasn't known for being touchy-feely. No, he was the cold distant observer, wishing he was something more open, but knowing he couldn't be. Too many scars, love ripped open. Leaving a gasp, unhealing; seeping. Ianto frowned and leaned against the pole. He felt the metal cling to his hoodie and slid it up a little on his body. Yan didn't bother adjusting it.
He hoped however, that whatever losses she had had been worth it. Meaningless deaths were the hardest to come to terms with. Like Tosh. Like Owen. There hadn't been a reason for their deaths. Owen had been noble though... protecting Martha, trying to disarm a terrible situation. Ianto shivered at the thought and bound his arms tightly around his body. Tosh's had had no reason, other than she was trying to help. It hurt to think about them, hurt to come to work every morning. Jack never showed the hurt, Gwen greeted their pictures every morning with a sad smile. Ianto never said anything.
Ianto looked at Rose for a moment, sorry? Oh. About his friends. Yes. "Thanks," he said quietly. He knew she didn't have anything else to say about it. How could someone understand what they were up against? Aliens, demons, the Rift, death every single day. Rotting, horrible, filthy... he saw it everyday. Tell me, he thought solemnly, looking at Rose, Where has all the good in the world gone? Where is the beauty I never seemed to see? He sighed quietly and then looked back at the waves. He should be getting back. He really should, Jack might...
Who was he kidding? Jack wouldn't care a lick about what he was doing. Ianto didn't know what Jack was to him anymore. What they were to each other. And relationships were the one thing Jack seemed to truly hate. So Ianto never brought it up, never asked, 'do you love me, jack?' He was just quiet. Supportive.
His attention returned to Rose as she talked some more. He nodded, she did know the feeling. When she looked up at him he smiled a little, then looked thoughtful, "John? If you're into the murderous, drinking, drugged up sex machine sort of thing," Ianto said with a shrug and then a slightly bigger smile. He grinned at her joke and then smiled, "It's not so much his ex as... I don't know what Jack is thinking. He never tells me anything. Sure he's..." Ianto gave her a look, with a lifted eyebrow and a slight smirk, "... but, he hates talking about relationships."
Ianto let his head hang back and he sighed, "But I suppose, after living as long as he has, seeing all of his friends, lovers and comrades die.... and not being able to die himself... I wouldn't want to either." Ianto looked down at his chest and let out a breath of air, "It's just... nice to know sometimes. What they really think about you."
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Post by Rose Tyler on Aug 18, 2009 5:29:29 GMT -5
"You too, huh?"
Rose smiled sadly, turning to lean onto the wooden railings surrounding the bay, and looking down at the water. With the sun completely hidden now, and the moon in its place, the whole city was mirrored in the dark surface. There was a certain beauty in city lights. Growing up in large cities her whole life, it was home to Rose, and she saw the comfort in it the same way someone from the country may feel when they look out over paddocks or bush. She turned and looked over at Ianto again, and bit her lip. He looked so sad. She hated seeing people in pain. Whenever she could, she tried to fix it. It was just a natural urge, an instinct. But there wasn’t anything she could do to help this man. Death was one of those things- it didn’t matter what you said, or did, nothing could make it go away, not completely. You just had to wait, and even then, the pain only eased. It was something you carried with you.
“What…what were they like?” she asked, before realising that her mouth had spoken before she’d had time to process the thought and tell herself not to ask it. “I’m sorry.” she said quickly, turning red. “ I didn’t mean to be nosey. Sometimes…I just know it helps to talk.” she added.
"John? If you're into the murderous, drinking, drugged up sex machine sort of thing,"
Rose raised an eyebrow. “Sounds wonderful” she said sarcastically. ”Murderous, drugged up sex machine. I don’t know if you should be keeping such company Mister Ianto.” she said with a smile. ”Though my advice would be to stick with it. If you love him, and he loves you, it’ll work out.” Inwardly, Rose kicked herself. She was such a hypocrite. Wasn’t it Alice in Wonderland, who said ‘I give myself such good advice. If only I’d take it.’ She really needed to sit down somewhere, with a notepad and pen, and work through this. A pro’s and con’s list. Very unlike her, but working it through all in her head wasn’t doing anything helpful. Maybe a more logical approach was what she needed. She ignored the voice that told her that getting over herself was what she needed more than anything.
but, he hates talking about relationships.
Rose grinned wryly. Boy did she know what that was like. At least it wasn’t just her man.
The name he mentioned registered, and the memories sprang back. Dancing in front of the Big Ben on a spaceship. Travelling in the Tardis, the three of them. Healing particles in the air, laughing, joking. Satellite Six. The Daleks.
She smiled sadly again. ” I knew a Jack once.” she smiled again, this time more cheerfully, but her dark eyes were still glazed a bit with memories. ”Captain Jack Harkness. Never told us what he was Captain of. I think he just made it up. Not that he would ever have admitted it.’
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