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DW/TW AU fic: To Save A Life. (3/5)
So, the last chapter grew and I split it in two... Afraid RL is still being a bitca, but will try to get this finished as soon as I can. Hope you like, both of you! (Anyone who wants to catch up, chapter 1 is here.)
Setting: 2027 (AU)
Summary: It's Christmas, but the rift doesn't care about peace and goodwill.
Characters: Jack, Ianto, OCs.
Warnings: Angst, character death.
Rating: PG-13?
Wordcount: 1700 approx.
Chapter 3
There was a moment's silence, then the Seeker caught Ianto's eyes.
"Do you... do you remember anything? How much did you... I mean... Do you want to... talk about it?"
He wasn't quite sure what to say or do - this was far, far out of their comfort zone, but if Ianto didn't know that the rest of the team had died he ought to be told, and the Seeker could spare Jack that duty - he would be devastated enough as it was...
For a moment Ianto was silent, but then he slowly started talking, speaking more to himself than his hesitant audience.
"I was in the greenhouse, cataloguing plants, when I heard shouting. Apparently the rift decided to drop a rotting corpse straight into the Hub, and Sylvia..." he stopped, letting the sentence hang, and the Seeker nodded. He could vividly imagine Sylvia's reaction - she had probably seen it as a personal affront.
"So I closed the doors, because they started to bicker about who was going to dispose of the body... Didn't realise anything was wrong until- until I heard Jack call... I went to the window and looked down and they all looked sick - I was going to run to them, but Jack told me over the comm to stay where I was. To not open the doors under any circumstances, to wait for him to..." He stopped, then continued haltingly, voice uneven. "So I stayed. And I watched them-"
Abruptly he buried his head in his hands, something like a sob escaping him. "Oh god I watched them all die and I couldn't do anything..."
The sudden outburst of emotion almost felt like a punch, because Ianto was always calm. Whatever the circumstances he kept his head, a quality the Seeker admired greatly - especially as it contrasted so sharply with all his other male influences (even if his interaction with Ianto was only sporadic). His father, the Doctor and Jack were all such highly emotional creatures that it was bliss to know someone who by nature was always on an even keel.
And seeing stoic Ianto almost falling apart brought home to the Seeker on a new level what he had witnessed. He'd pushed it out of his mind, even when there, narrowing his mind to focus on what could be salvaged... But he saw them all again now - so still, so silent, so very lost - and he instinctively reached out to the other man, tentatively offering sympathy and understanding of the kind that could not be expressed with words.
To his surprise he discovered that Ianto had a fair bit of psychic training (Torchwood One or Jack? Or both?) - private areas neatly walled off, and the Seeker extended his reach, grateful that he didn't need to worry about accidentally intruding.
Ianto clearly drew some strength from the connection, taking a deep breath and composing himself once more. But the Seeker still felt the almost imperceptible ripple deep down, one he was intimately attuned to since infancy, thanks to the Doctor: Survivors guilt.
"Listen - if... if you hadn't-" the Seeker stopped, not sure how to continue. "You would have been dead too, and I wouldn't have been able to save you. It was touch and go as it was!"
Their eyes met, and their connection filled in what couldn't be said: That Ianto had to survive. For Jack's sake.
"Thank you Seeker," Ianto replied solemnly, and the Seeker - blindsided - could only feebly reach for an appropriate reply. Ianto never used his real name. Never. Now and again (when needing him to pay attention and be serious) he would call him 'Alexander', but usually he went for a nickname of some sort - rascal, scamp, pain-in-arse, Timelord troublemaker... Ianto didn't remember The Year That Hadn't Been, and treated 'The Miracle Child' the same he would any other. And he also quite clearly thought that his family was crazy for letting an eight-year-old choose his own name, and consequently refused to use it. Of course he hadn't been told about the Schism, but in a way the Seeker relished this. There was an unspoken understanding that he had to somehow earn his name...
But this was never the way he thought it would happen.
"I... I should probably call Jack," he said, pulling out his mobile, and seeing Ianto check his watch with a worried frown, he smiled a little. "I'll make sure the call reaches him only a few seconds after we left. As you guessed, we aren't in our own time." Ianto nodded, reassured, and the Seeker carefully programmed the phone, then thought that a text message might actually be more sensible, since he didn't know when Jack would wake up, and began typing.
'Ianto is safe. Call me. S.'
He hit 'send' and it only took seconds for the phone to start ringing.
"Jack?" he replied, and he could hear the swift intake of breath at the other end.
"Is Ianto there? Are you sure he's OK?"
The Seeker smiled, trying to quell the sharper emotions that the desperation in Jack's voice invoked.
"Yes I am 100% sure. Do you want to talk to him?"
Not bothering to wait for affirmation he handed the phone over, only pausing momentarily, his hand over the speaker.
"Don't tell him about the cat nurses. Please. I'll explain later."
Ianto nodded, and the Seeker handed the mobile over, quietly leaving the room to give them some privacy.
***
Teleporting into Torchwood for the second time, he arrived only a few minutes after his first entrance. He found everything like he'd left it, except for Jack who was standing in the middle of the Hub, so still the Seeker was worried the virus had already started its work again. But then he spoke, voice oddly toneless.
"Was this what you found?"
"Yes," the Seeker replied, walking up to him, a syringe in his hand. "I need to give you this, or you'll be dead again in a few minutes."
"OK," Jack replied, but he didn't move, so the Seeker rolled up his sleeve and gave him the injection, wondering what could be going through his friend's mind.
Then Jack turned to him abruptly, finally looking at him properly. “Seeker - are... are you OK?”
Holding Jack’s eyes and being very careful not to look at the bodies, he replied.
“No. But I’m coping. And- we need to..." he swallowed, "...clear up. Everything needs disinfecting, this thing could wipe out life on Earth."
Jack’s eyes widened.
"You shouldn't- you've done more than your share."
The Seeker folded his arms. "I'm not leaving you to do it alone. And Ianto is... traumatised enough. Let me help."
But Jack shook his head. “No. I’ll be fine on my own.”
“You won’t! And I promised Ianto not to leave you alone before I left!”
Jack stared. “What?”
“I’m not a child Jack, you know that. And Ianto worked it out all on his own. I’m staying.”
Why was Jack so dense sometimes? ‘We love you, you giant moron!’ he wanted to shout. ‘We can’t help the those who are dead, but we can try look after you. So we will.’
To his great relief Jack finally nodded assent, then shot a swift look towards the greenhouse.
"How... I mean where did you take him?"
For a long moment the Seeker hesitated, then shook his head. "I can't tell you. There are... possible entanglements of future timelines..."
"Entanglements?" Jack asked, eyes suddenly shrewd, and the Seeker glared back, following Jack's train of thought far too easily.
"No, that doesn't mean that future!you is sat by his bedside holding his hand. How dumb do you think I am? However, it is one of those cases where knowing something might change things... I honestly can't tell and it's better to be safe than sorry. But he's safe, and he's as well as can be expected, OK?"
Jack nodded, then took a shaky breath, putting his hand on the Seeker’s arm. "Listen - what you did..."
The Seeker instinctively pulled back, raising a hand. He'd already been part of one emotionally loaded scene, and wasn't sure if he'd make it through another. He hoped that Jack would understand.
"Can we just leave it for now - please?"
There was a pause, then Jack nodded, and the Seeker breathed an internal sigh of relief. Time to focus on the practical problems, something that he was far better at.
"Actually, Jack, I was thinking that if I could modify the antidote and make it airborne-"
He was cut off when his phone rang. Seeing Allie's name on the screen he hesitated momentarily, but he knew that she'd keep trying, so he answered, and her cheery voice felt like a warm drink on a cold day.
"Alex! Hi. Listen, about the party tonight - do you think you could try to wear, like, a proper shirt? Maybe even a tie? I know it's a pretty informal affair by Cambridge standards, but I'm thinking of wearing the green dress..."
The Christmas Party! It had slipped his mind completely, and for a few tantalising seconds he thought of going - dancing and having fun and making out with his girlfriend, pretending that he was only human (something that was as natural as breathing) and that everything was fine. But he knew it would be pointless.
"Allie... I'm sorry, but I don't think I can make it. I'm... I'm coming down with something, probably flu, and am just going to go straight home - there's a train in not too long."
The nature of the lie made him wince, but as she made a little sympathetic sound he knew that it had worked.
"Oh no, darling. Do take care, you really don't sound well."
"Tell me about it," he answered, deadpan.
'I sound like the Doctor,' he thought to himself. 'This is his Christmas voice. So carefully neutral, desperate not to give anything away, because it's supposed to be a happy day. Maybe Timelords just aren't meant to celebrate human holidays?’
Chapter 4.
Setting: 2027 (AU)
Summary: It's Christmas, but the rift doesn't care about peace and goodwill.
Characters: Jack, Ianto, OCs.
Warnings: Angst, character death.
Rating: PG-13?
Wordcount: 1700 approx.
There was a moment's silence, then the Seeker caught Ianto's eyes.
"Do you... do you remember anything? How much did you... I mean... Do you want to... talk about it?"
He wasn't quite sure what to say or do - this was far, far out of their comfort zone, but if Ianto didn't know that the rest of the team had died he ought to be told, and the Seeker could spare Jack that duty - he would be devastated enough as it was...
For a moment Ianto was silent, but then he slowly started talking, speaking more to himself than his hesitant audience.
"I was in the greenhouse, cataloguing plants, when I heard shouting. Apparently the rift decided to drop a rotting corpse straight into the Hub, and Sylvia..." he stopped, letting the sentence hang, and the Seeker nodded. He could vividly imagine Sylvia's reaction - she had probably seen it as a personal affront.
"So I closed the doors, because they started to bicker about who was going to dispose of the body... Didn't realise anything was wrong until- until I heard Jack call... I went to the window and looked down and they all looked sick - I was going to run to them, but Jack told me over the comm to stay where I was. To not open the doors under any circumstances, to wait for him to..." He stopped, then continued haltingly, voice uneven. "So I stayed. And I watched them-"
Abruptly he buried his head in his hands, something like a sob escaping him. "Oh god I watched them all die and I couldn't do anything..."
The sudden outburst of emotion almost felt like a punch, because Ianto was always calm. Whatever the circumstances he kept his head, a quality the Seeker admired greatly - especially as it contrasted so sharply with all his other male influences (even if his interaction with Ianto was only sporadic). His father, the Doctor and Jack were all such highly emotional creatures that it was bliss to know someone who by nature was always on an even keel.
And seeing stoic Ianto almost falling apart brought home to the Seeker on a new level what he had witnessed. He'd pushed it out of his mind, even when there, narrowing his mind to focus on what could be salvaged... But he saw them all again now - so still, so silent, so very lost - and he instinctively reached out to the other man, tentatively offering sympathy and understanding of the kind that could not be expressed with words.
To his surprise he discovered that Ianto had a fair bit of psychic training (Torchwood One or Jack? Or both?) - private areas neatly walled off, and the Seeker extended his reach, grateful that he didn't need to worry about accidentally intruding.
Ianto clearly drew some strength from the connection, taking a deep breath and composing himself once more. But the Seeker still felt the almost imperceptible ripple deep down, one he was intimately attuned to since infancy, thanks to the Doctor: Survivors guilt.
"Listen - if... if you hadn't-" the Seeker stopped, not sure how to continue. "You would have been dead too, and I wouldn't have been able to save you. It was touch and go as it was!"
Their eyes met, and their connection filled in what couldn't be said: That Ianto had to survive. For Jack's sake.
"Thank you Seeker," Ianto replied solemnly, and the Seeker - blindsided - could only feebly reach for an appropriate reply. Ianto never used his real name. Never. Now and again (when needing him to pay attention and be serious) he would call him 'Alexander', but usually he went for a nickname of some sort - rascal, scamp, pain-in-arse, Timelord troublemaker... Ianto didn't remember The Year That Hadn't Been, and treated 'The Miracle Child' the same he would any other. And he also quite clearly thought that his family was crazy for letting an eight-year-old choose his own name, and consequently refused to use it. Of course he hadn't been told about the Schism, but in a way the Seeker relished this. There was an unspoken understanding that he had to somehow earn his name...
But this was never the way he thought it would happen.
"I... I should probably call Jack," he said, pulling out his mobile, and seeing Ianto check his watch with a worried frown, he smiled a little. "I'll make sure the call reaches him only a few seconds after we left. As you guessed, we aren't in our own time." Ianto nodded, reassured, and the Seeker carefully programmed the phone, then thought that a text message might actually be more sensible, since he didn't know when Jack would wake up, and began typing.
'Ianto is safe. Call me. S.'
He hit 'send' and it only took seconds for the phone to start ringing.
"Jack?" he replied, and he could hear the swift intake of breath at the other end.
"Is Ianto there? Are you sure he's OK?"
The Seeker smiled, trying to quell the sharper emotions that the desperation in Jack's voice invoked.
"Yes I am 100% sure. Do you want to talk to him?"
Not bothering to wait for affirmation he handed the phone over, only pausing momentarily, his hand over the speaker.
"Don't tell him about the cat nurses. Please. I'll explain later."
Ianto nodded, and the Seeker handed the mobile over, quietly leaving the room to give them some privacy.
Teleporting into Torchwood for the second time, he arrived only a few minutes after his first entrance. He found everything like he'd left it, except for Jack who was standing in the middle of the Hub, so still the Seeker was worried the virus had already started its work again. But then he spoke, voice oddly toneless.
"Was this what you found?"
"Yes," the Seeker replied, walking up to him, a syringe in his hand. "I need to give you this, or you'll be dead again in a few minutes."
"OK," Jack replied, but he didn't move, so the Seeker rolled up his sleeve and gave him the injection, wondering what could be going through his friend's mind.
Then Jack turned to him abruptly, finally looking at him properly. “Seeker - are... are you OK?”
Holding Jack’s eyes and being very careful not to look at the bodies, he replied.
“No. But I’m coping. And- we need to..." he swallowed, "...clear up. Everything needs disinfecting, this thing could wipe out life on Earth."
Jack’s eyes widened.
"You shouldn't- you've done more than your share."
The Seeker folded his arms. "I'm not leaving you to do it alone. And Ianto is... traumatised enough. Let me help."
But Jack shook his head. “No. I’ll be fine on my own.”
“You won’t! And I promised Ianto not to leave you alone before I left!”
Jack stared. “What?”
“I’m not a child Jack, you know that. And Ianto worked it out all on his own. I’m staying.”
Why was Jack so dense sometimes? ‘We love you, you giant moron!’ he wanted to shout. ‘We can’t help the those who are dead, but we can try look after you. So we will.’
To his great relief Jack finally nodded assent, then shot a swift look towards the greenhouse.
"How... I mean where did you take him?"
For a long moment the Seeker hesitated, then shook his head. "I can't tell you. There are... possible entanglements of future timelines..."
"Entanglements?" Jack asked, eyes suddenly shrewd, and the Seeker glared back, following Jack's train of thought far too easily.
"No, that doesn't mean that future!you is sat by his bedside holding his hand. How dumb do you think I am? However, it is one of those cases where knowing something might change things... I honestly can't tell and it's better to be safe than sorry. But he's safe, and he's as well as can be expected, OK?"
Jack nodded, then took a shaky breath, putting his hand on the Seeker’s arm. "Listen - what you did..."
The Seeker instinctively pulled back, raising a hand. He'd already been part of one emotionally loaded scene, and wasn't sure if he'd make it through another. He hoped that Jack would understand.
"Can we just leave it for now - please?"
There was a pause, then Jack nodded, and the Seeker breathed an internal sigh of relief. Time to focus on the practical problems, something that he was far better at.
"Actually, Jack, I was thinking that if I could modify the antidote and make it airborne-"
He was cut off when his phone rang. Seeing Allie's name on the screen he hesitated momentarily, but he knew that she'd keep trying, so he answered, and her cheery voice felt like a warm drink on a cold day.
"Alex! Hi. Listen, about the party tonight - do you think you could try to wear, like, a proper shirt? Maybe even a tie? I know it's a pretty informal affair by Cambridge standards, but I'm thinking of wearing the green dress..."
The Christmas Party! It had slipped his mind completely, and for a few tantalising seconds he thought of going - dancing and having fun and making out with his girlfriend, pretending that he was only human (something that was as natural as breathing) and that everything was fine. But he knew it would be pointless.
"Allie... I'm sorry, but I don't think I can make it. I'm... I'm coming down with something, probably flu, and am just going to go straight home - there's a train in not too long."
The nature of the lie made him wince, but as she made a little sympathetic sound he knew that it had worked.
"Oh no, darling. Do take care, you really don't sound well."
"Tell me about it," he answered, deadpan.
'I sound like the Doctor,' he thought to himself. 'This is his Christmas voice. So carefully neutral, desperate not to give anything away, because it's supposed to be a happy day. Maybe Timelords just aren't meant to celebrate human holidays?’
Chapter 4.
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Very interesting. I like how you're developing Alex/The Seeker's character. He does live in both worlds, but he's starting to realize just how different he is, isn't he. Poor Alex/Seeker.
His father, the Doctor and Jack were all such highly emotional creatures that it was bliss to know someone who by nature was always on an even keel.
I've always thought that's a big part of the appeal Ianto holds for Jack. Less High Drama! I love them all (even the master, especially in this series) but I can see that someone less emotionally driven might make a nice contrast.
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Squee! ::loves you:: (And I'm glad you like Allie, I'm worried that she comes across as somewhat of a cipher, which she isn't, but there's not really room for anything more here.)
Very interesting. I like how you're developing Alex/The Seeker's character. He does live in both worlds, but he's starting to realize just how different he is, isn't he. Poor Alex/Seeker.
Yes, that's it. I'm slightly horrified at myself for having an entire 'verse set up around an OC, but he lets me explore all the differences between humans/Timelords in a way that can't be done with the Doctor. The Seeker has known what immortality means since he turned eight, but he's never really come face to face with it before, and there's a big difference between theory and reality. He is seeing his own future now, and wonders how to deal. (This all get explored even more in the last chapter!)
I've always thought that's a big part of the appeal Ianto holds for Jack. Less High Drama! I love them all (even the master, especially in this series) but I can see that someone less emotionally driven might make a nice contrast.
Yes, Jack and Ianto complement each other very nicely. The Seeker is by nature more like Ianto - likes to be calm and think ahead - but I'll explore that side in another story (without any mentions of Ianto at all, actually) so won't waffle too much here...
Anyway, thank you so, so much for your wonderful feedback, it was the best possible thing to wake up to! :)
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And thank you lots for reading (and loving!), it really means an awful lot! *hugs*
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It really isn't. :( Esp not like this.
My Roda wants to give him a hug and tell him it'll be okay, but she's scared enough of the Master to be a little iffy.
Oh the Master is all locked up, and the Seeker is a perfectly nice guy. Although I'm not sure he'd want a hug - he's a bit... standoffish sometimes.
You know, I think I'll have to read your AU just so we can construct clever crossovers! *g*
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Now I sound like Baldrick, stupid 5.30am.*hugs Alex* Touch chap, though.
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Good grief, why are you not in bed???
(That sounds very parental, doesn't it? *g*)
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cuppot of tea for you. :)no subject
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– !!!
But the Seeker still felt the almost imperceptible ripple deep down, one he was intimately attuned to since infancy, thanks to the Doctor: Survivors guilt.
– Brilliant. Of course he would recognize that.
Their eyes met, and their connection filled in what couldn't be said: That Ianto had to survive. For Jack's sake.
"Thank you Seeker," Ianto replied solemnly
– The naming of things. Not unimportant.
"Don't tell him about the cat nurses. Please. I'll explain later."
– Or about the Face of Boe in the basement, for that matter…
“Seeker - are... are you OK?”
Holding Jack’s eyes and being very careful not to look at the bodies, he replied.
“No. But I’m coping. And- we need to..." he swallowed, "...clear up
– “Are you okay?” “No.” “Good. There would be something very wrong if you were.” Odd how difficult it is for people to answer that question with “No”. The Seeker is to be commended.
“You won’t! And I promised Ianto not to leave you alone before I left!”
Jack stared. “What?”
“I’m not a child Jack, you know that. And Ianto worked it out all on his own. I’m staying.”
Why was Jack so dense sometimes? ‘We love you, you giant moron!’ he wanted to shout. ‘We can’t help the those who are dead, but we can try look after you. So we will.’
– Even more so…
The Seeker instinctively pulled back, raising a hand. He'd already been part of one emotionally loaded scene, and wasn't sure if he'd make it through another. He hoped that Jack would understand.
"Can we just leave it for now - please?"
There was a pause, then Jack nodded, and the Seeker breathed an internal sigh of relief. Time to focus on the practical problems, something that he was far better at.
– Brilliant. Well done all round.
know it's a pretty informal affair by Cambridge standards, but I'm thinking of wearing the green dress..."
– “Do you think a boiled shirt would please them? I suppose it would. Besides, you’ve got a new frock you want to show me.”
pretending that he was only human (something that was as natural as breathing) and that everything was fine
– Oh, Alex…
'I sound like the Doctor,' he thought to himself. 'This is his Christmas voice. So carefully neutral, desperate not to give anything away, because it's supposed to be a happy day. Maybe Time Lords just aren't meant to celebrate human holidays?’
– Perfectly observed.
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In a lot of ways, I imbued Alex with my own points of view... Ahem.
– Brilliant. Of course he would recognize that.
Ianto will have a LOT of that. Starting with Torchwood One.
– The naming of things. Not unimportant.
Exactly. It's also important that Alex attaches such weight to Ianto's opinion. He genuinely respects him, which takes quite a lot.
– Or about the Face of Boe in the basement, for that matter…
Exactly. Not that Ianto will have heard of the Face of Boe's existence during his short stay, but the Seeker isn't about to take any chances. If Jack is in the dark, he can't go snooping around.
– “Are you okay?” “No.” “Good. There would be something very wrong if you were.” Odd how difficult it is for people to answer that question with “No”. The Seeker is to be commended.
Also reminds me of this lovely exchange in 'Beneath You' (BtVS S7.02):
XANDER: You OK?
NANCY: I just...
XANDER: Dumb question. Are you injured? Are you hurt?
– Even more so…
He doesn't say it now. But he will.
– Brilliant. Well done all round.
:)
– “Do you think a boiled shirt would please them? I suppose it would. Besides, you’ve got a new frock you want to show me.”
LOL
– Oh, Alex…
It's a nice mask... Except it will seriously slip over the next few days. He won't be able to pretend.
– Perfectly observed.
Incidentally have you read the story where the Seeker introduces Roda to Christmas? If not, I'll go hunt down a quote for you. :)
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– Not ringing a bell. Link, please. Although since both you and luckweaver have master lists, I should be able to find it. But if you can find it faster, please do. :)
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♥ ♥ ♥ SHAMELESS Christmas schmoop. But damn, it's effective.
In the meantime, and with the City of Death reference entirely deliberate: quite good. :)
Not familiar with City of Death, but I can infer the implications. :)
ETA: Off to have some lunch & do sensible things, like wash clothes & tidy the house. But will be back!
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In fact – what did we do before the transcripts? Oh, right, we went and watched bits. But the only copy I have of City of Death is on a VHS tape in Ottawa, so, from the transcript:
ROMANA: It's quite good.
DOCTOR: Quite good? That's one of the great treasures of the universe and you say quite good?
ROMANA: The world, Doctor, the world.
DOCTOR: What are you talking about?
ROMANA: Not the universe in public, Doctor. It only calls attention.
DOCTOR: I don't care. It's one of the great treasures of the universe!
ROMANA: Shush!
DOCTOR: I don't care. Let them gawp, let them gape. What do I care.
(A man in a beige raincoat seems out of place here. He moves to stand behind the genuinely aristocratic Catherine Schell, freshly escaped from Space 1999.)
ROMANA: Why hasn't she got any eyebrows?
DOCTOR: What? Is that all you can say? No eyebrows? We're talking about the Mona Lisa. It's the Mona …
(the Doctor turns and peers at the painting)
DOCTOR: Good heavens, you're right. She hasn't got any eyebrows. Do you know, I never noticed that before.
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I REALLY ought to watch some Romana... *deep sigh* I'd heard of the Mona Lisa scene, but not read it before. Am very much flattered, now.
(Mind you, I've seen the Sarah Jane Adventures episode where she comes to life. That was... um, interesting.)
In fact – what did we do before the transcripts? Oh, right, we went and watched bits.
Been there, done that. /o\
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Just back from the Met at the Movies of Les Contes d’Hoffmann. This review includes a picture from the production
http://bachtrack.com/review-hoffmann-grigolo-metropolitan-opera-january-2015
and it made me think of you and Promethia for some reason…
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Somehow Phil Sandifer found nice-ish things to say about it. Mind you, it is childrens' television...
and it made me think of you and Promethia for some reason…
I wonder why! ;)