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Post by pande on Aug 18, 2009 13:22:09 GMT -5
Ianto turned and looked at Rose to see the sad smile on her face. She knew what he felt, maybe more than he did. He doubted it though, everyone always doubted it. No one felt pain in quite the same way. Ianto sighed and looked away from her. She was a kindred spirit though, Ianto somehow knew that she'd seen things far grander than just earth (in this time period). He didn't know how, but Ianto could just feel it from her. She'd seen things that had changed her. Had she seen beautiful things? he wondered silently to himself, still looking at her. All he ever saw was the filth, the lies. The death. Someone needed to see the light and beauty. Maybe it was up to Rose.
“What…what were they like?”
He looked thoughtful. "They were wonderful people. Coworkers of mine, more like a family. They had their own unique spark, even if one of them loved the other and the other was a complete ass most of the time." Ianto smiled a little as he looked at Rose again. It didn't hurt so much to talk about them anymore, it was just a constant ache, but telling others how wonderful they were, seemed to make it just a fraction better. He went on a little more "They saved the world so many times, and no one will ever no." he sighed and turned to look at Rose.
He grinned when she raised an eyebrow and commented on his description of John, which, he admitted silently, could have been a bit of a fib. He laughed at her a little and nodded, "Well, I don't really like him anyway." Ianto assured her. Then when she went on he looked away, a stab of lightning felt like it pierced through him. Love. That's what it all came down to, wasn't it? He thought sadly. "He never says he loves me." Ianto said in the quietest voice. He suddenly looked very fragile.
But Ianto covered it with a smile at Rose. He looked into her eyes after he said Jack's name, a some sort of flicker of memory passed through them. He looked curious, and then froze when she said his name. He felt like the wind had been knocked from his chest, she'd met Jack? Ianto struggled for a calmer approach and casually said, "Well, he was part of the RAF for a while," Ianto told her, giving her a grin. But now he's my boss.
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Post by Rose Tyler on Aug 20, 2009 3:55:46 GMT -5
As Ianto talked about his co-workers, the ones he had lost, Rose watched him. She couldn’t help but feel sad when their eyes met. She wondered what he had seen so far. He couldn’t have been that old, not remarkably more so than her own twenty-three, but there was depth in those eyes. Wisdom, but also disappointment. In her travels, she’d seen eyes like that often, and all indicated the same thing. This man had seen things he really shouldn’t have seen. Pain, death suffering, violence. They all caused those eyes. The Doctor had those eyes, so did Sarah Jane, and many people she’d met along the way. The Doctor had those eyes. She’d been told she had them too.
"He never says he loves me."
Rose frowned sympathetically, biting her lip. There it was again, the flash of pain in those eyes, though this was a pain you could see in most. The saying love hurts might be old and cliché, but bloody hell it was true.
”I know it might sound like lame advice, but have you tired talking to him about it? I would tell you to try yelling, but that’s just my approach to these things. Believe me, it doesn’t work”
"Well, he was part of the RAF for a while, but now he's my boss. "
Rose frowned in confusion, as the pieces very slowly fitted together. She’d never been good with puzzles, the mental sort anyway. She’d never had the patience for the real things. He couldn’t be talking about her Jack. But it sounded like he was. Her Jack? Jack Harkness? It was impossible. Well, not impossible. But highly, highly unlikely. She racked her brains, trying to remember him ever mentioning staying in the 21st century for any length of time. Something else popped into her head, something Ianto had said about him not being able to die. Of course he could die. He’d died on Satellite Five, at the hands of the Daleks. They’d not been able to stop it – he’d sacrificed himself to buy them time.
She shook her head. ”Wait. We’re talking about the same Jack?” she said, deciding rather than puzzling it over, she’d just get straight to the bottom of it. ” Handsome, charming, always in a long dark overcoat? And if we are taling about the same man, you wouldn’t know how old he is by any chance?”
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Post by pande on Aug 20, 2009 12:45:42 GMT -5
Ianto found that he was absolutely enjoying talking to Rose. She actually understood what he was going through. He thought she must have seen a fair share of it as well, her eyes were just as haunted as his own were. Looking at her after his comment about not being told he was loved, Ianto smiled at her advice. He nodded his head, "If anything, it just makes him throw you down and," Ianto had a teasing grin on his face as he looked at Rose. He left sentence unfinished on purpose.
He looked amusedly at the confusion on her face. She DID know his Jack, he knew that now. And there was another flicker in his mind about something... someone named Rose? He must've been out drinking with some people. He could barely remember hating one of them. He gave it the mental shrug and returned to watching Rose as she pieced together what he'd figured out already.
The Welshman inclined his head, "I believe we are." Ianto told her, feeling a stab of jealousy. When had she known Jack? Had they been an... he shifted uncomfortably... item? Ianto hoped now, he certainly wasn't as pretty as Rose. He looked at her and grinned now, "The very same. But now he's head of his own company... and..." Ianto paused as she asked how old he was. Ianto shook his head slowly. "To be honest, I don't know much about him. Other than the fact that he can't die, and... well, he's probably over at least a hundred years old." But he still looks as good as ever. Ianto left that part unsaid.
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Post by Rose Tyler on Aug 22, 2009 3:21:46 GMT -5
"If anything, it just makes him throw you down and,"
Rose smiled, making a retching gesture with her fingers. ” Okay, enough information. Time for a new subject I think.” she joked.
I believe we are…
He was alive? Captain Jack Harkness was alive? She couldn't believe it. She'd heard him dying. On Satellite Five, the Darleks had been trying to gain a hold over Earth, to turn the human population into the monstositys they themselves were. Her throat closed over just thinking about what it had been like. The Doctor had tricked her into the Tardis, sending her back home so that she would be safe, while he would die at the hands of his worst enemies. She'd gone back, for once it had been her to save the day, but not at the cost of so many lives. Their friend Jack had been one of them. Or so she'd thought.
The Doctor better not know about this or she was going to kill him for not telling her. Then again, rationale argued back, they'd not had a whole lot of time to talk before she'd yelled at him and walked out. Not even enough time to finish their meal, or even really start it. Anyway, there were more pressing matters at hand.
"Bloody hell. He can't die?" How was that even possible? She was going to have a long talk with him when she found him. "And here I was all this time, thinking he was dead".
Something else occured to her, and she frowned thoughfully. "Say Ianto, where do you work exactly?" She couldn't imagine it bwing some corprate job. Considering the man had been a time shifting con artist when they'd first met, she couldn't imagine Jack working nine to five in an office.
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Post by pande on Aug 23, 2009 21:27:38 GMT -5
"Bloody hell. He can't die?"
Ianto shook his head. He'd spent the better part of the moment watching the memories flicker in her mind. She looked so surprised by the fact that he was alive. It made him wonder (and feel a little jealous) about how they had known each other. By the looks of it they had travel for a time. What had Jack been like, before then? Had he been the leader he was today? Ianto struggled to keep the flares of jealousy from showing on his face. He liked Rose, and the fact that she'd known Jack was fantastic but... how would Jack react if he saw Rose again? Going back to her question, Ianto nodded briskly. "Yeah, well. Technically he does die. But then it's body resets itself and he is 'brought back to life'. So to speak." Ianto let an amused smirk litter his face as he looked back at Rose again.
"And here I was all this time, thinking he was dead."
He looked shocked and hurt, "You mean... he could die back then?" Ianto had suspected that something had happened when his lover had died that enabled him to come back. But for the life of him, Ianto hadn't the faintest what sort of thing it could be. He looked at Rose, and then sighed. She knew so much about him... he wanted to know everything that he could. He'd read all the archives about Captain Jack... but, honestly, he hadn't found out much. With a sigh he returned his attention to Rose Tyler and then looked mildly amused when she asked where he worked. "Torchwood." he told her softly. Saying the name made him think of Canary Wharf. He shivered suddenly.
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Post by Rose Tyler on Aug 25, 2009 2:14:09 GMT -5
Rose shook her head at Ianto’s words. Seems like Jack had been through a lot since they’d last seen each other. She tried to recall everything he’d said or done, trying to work out if he had indeed be able to die when they’d travelled together. She was sure he could. But then again, she was also sure she’d heard him die at the hands of the Darlek’s, and obviously she was wrong about that.
Unless…
She couldn’t remember what she’d done when she’d taken the time vortex into her mind. The Doctor had filled her in, but he could have let this slip…or maybe he didn’t know…no, this whole thing was stupid anyway. She would go and see Jack as soon as she could, and then she would talk to him, they had enough to catch up on, and she would ask him. She couldn’t have done this to him, that was stupid.
Torchwood
The name brought back a flood of memories, some from this universe, some from others. Cybermen, Daleks, the void, the hollow, painful feeling as she stood by that white wall, knowing she would never see the Doctor again. The determination to get it running again, the pride to see it working, better than ever before, and the fear as it all recently began to crumble around them. Torchwood. That’s why she was here. To warn them.
“Torchwood. I’ve been looking for you.” she said, her lips tweaking in a smile. “I’m so sorry Ianto, to cut this conversation short. I really was enjoying it. But when is the soonest you can you get your team together? I have something I really need to talk to you about.”
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Post by pande on Sept 1, 2009 18:50:00 GMT -5
The man glanced at her, she seemed so regretful an confused about Jack. He wanted to ask her just how she knew Jack, what he'd been like. Had he been as he was now? Did she know the Doctor? He thought that she might know him (since it was already established that she knew Jack, she must be the Rose he referred to when he talked about his travels with the Doctor.) And so he was more than a little curious to ask her about her life with Jack.
He could instantly tell that there was something about the word Torchwood that Rose knew. He knew it all to well, and then it clicked. There had been a Rose on the deceased list for Canary Wharf – was this here? Did she know about it? Had she been involved? Ianto felt a sorrow he hadn't felt in a long time rise up and really wanted to hug her now. Really hug her, she was on the same boat that he was. Well, maybe.
She knew. She actually knew. He paused, her demeanor changed. Suddenly she was all business. He stood more upright and professional, and he felt foolish because of his dress at the moment. Ianto frowned when she said she'd been looking for them. “It's fine. Happens all the time. Come on, I'll take you to the Hub.” He turned and gave her a rueful smile before walking the short distance back to the Tourist office.
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Post by Rose Tyler on Sept 5, 2009 19:16:07 GMT -5
Inwardly, Rose let out a sigh. She felt a weight she’d not truly realised she’d been holding drop from her shoulders. This was what she was here for she reminded herself. The distraction of the Doctor had, well, distracted her. It’s not like she hadn’t been doing anything- she had been spending most of her time asking questions, sticking her nose where it wasn’t and just generally doing what she was best at, prying. But her efforts had been fruitless.
So what were the odds that talking to a stranger during a moment of melancholy along the bay would thwart three days of searching? What were the odds that out of the thousands of people in Cardiff, she would strike up a conversation with one of the handful that knows about Torchwood, and one of less than half a dozen that works there. Now, she wasn’t one to go believing in a ‘higher power’ – Rose had seen too many terrible things across too many planets to buy into that – but moments like these had to leave you wondering.
As she followed Ianto, to who knew where, a small part of her was disappointed that business had come in the way of her little chat. She made a mental note to talk to him, properly, again once all this was out of the way. She got the feeling people didn’t talk to him enough, or more to the point, listen. Really, actually listen. But she pushed this thought to the side, not completely out, as they walked into a small, run down looking Tourist Office, and tried to order her thoughts.
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Post by All Mighty Administrator on Oct 25, 2009 3:20:19 GMT -5
Shall we move this to the hub, and get the others?
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