Disclaimer: I'm not RTD, so I wouldn't say no to Blue Police Box.
SPOILERS: Doomsday, Jorney's End, COE-4, NewWho and Torchwood in general. Later on 11 Doctor, but as this fic will mostly take place in Pete world, it won't be much of influence on a main plot-line.
Rating: if you are old enough to watch Torchwood, then you are safe to read it too.
Characters: Ianto Jones, the Doctor 10 ½, Rose Tyler and others.
Summary: Death is only the beginning, and now life of Rose and Handy in Pete world disturbed by a sudden appearance of one very much alive Ianto Jones. Now, all they've got to do is to sent him back, right? Ha! COE fix-it.
WARNING: I got an idea getting drunk on strawberry wine and watching Ruby in the smoke (BBC film with Billy Piper and Matt Smith, we-eee! Loved the voice) and Harper's Island (bloody good American TV show about crazy maniacs. OMG! They killed off Kel and Chloe… COE-4 all over again).
Warning 2: I'm aware that Torchwood technically is not just TV-show, but also books, comics etc… Never read any of it. So I'm giving some background details that most likely would contradict that part of the canon. I'm sorry. But Wiki doesn't cut it. This fic purely based on 3 seasons of TV-show. Some goes for Doctor Who. If I got something wrong from series, than correct me please. Cheers, on with the story….
Un-beted.
Prologue: decedere
It a truth universally valid and ignored that living on the top of Rift in Time and Space makes existence a constant tread of mysteries, lies, miracles, unspeakable horrors and inevitably leads to early, tragic and bitter end. If you are also happened to be Torchwood Cardiff, you are supposed to know it was bloody coming, just like Ianto Jones did. Not specifics of course, he was not a prophet of any kind even in the loosest term, still he knew perfectly well what he had been signing for. A reason for such a risk at first was a sense of duty mixed with pang of loosing a woman he sincerely loved and wanted to spend the life with. Then it was guilt of a man who survived far all that he was worth, when better people died. Then it became redemption that in very short time was outshined by new love and newfound devotion and poignant inability to make life outside little kingdom buried under Roald Dahl Place. Torchwood in all it's hidden glory and daily trash became the worst kind of drag for him, spoiling the normal life that the rest of human race lived, obvious and petty.
He became a moth flying into hot fire and was quite happy with that morbid employment contract.
That moment, the horrible moment of his life, when everything he ever was will blink out of the face of the universe bothered him in a very detached, disjointed and even theoretical kind of way. He knew it was coming sooner then later and that nothing he would ever be able to do could possible help him to avoid that blind date. In truth Ianto preferred not to think about death and unhappiness as much as humanly possibly, with follow colleagues turning into zombies and part-time boss/ part-time boyfriend flirting with it on regular basis. Ianto dived into present moment and in rare moment of self-hatred or weakness only allowed himself to comprehend what was coming in chary terms of grim retirement statistics.
The reality as usual chose to contradict his expectation. Humans as a rule rarely right about that sort of things. So it happened in an explosion that blew up one Captain Jack Harkness, Rift manipulator and the most extensive collection of alien warhead in Britain to bloody pieces right on the top of Rift in Time and Space. Ianto was so grateful it didn't take with it Earth or at least South Wales along for a ride, that he didn't pause to comprehend the fact that against all odds he was still alive. Maybe if he would, that history would have taken another path. But the world was pretty much ending. There was no time. And Ianto Jones was a man on mission.
The reality was nevertheless stubborn bitch and for Ianto Jones, breathing, kicking, fighting and frightened Ianto Jones, it meant that he was already dead. Not waiting to die, not living his final days, not giving the last rueful glance on the life stopped halfway. No. Ianto Jones was dead. He had died in explosion that took out Torchwood Cardiff base. Or to be more accurate he was dying in the eyes of the universe or as good as doing something pretty similar. The difference was so subtle, so extrinsic, so radical and so great, that it could hardly do anything – to be fair - but be neglected. Because the thing about blasting to hell fixed point in Time and Space is - never ever bloody do it. Brings about all type of troubles, not the least of which is incidentally blew open holes in the fabric of reality itself. For Ianto Jones it meant that he started to sip into another universe, as it was described later by one particular troublesome alien with penchant for picking up human girls on twenty–twenty first century Earth. At first just a little bit, just a shadow, inconsistent form full of nothing but echoes of man. Soon each passing minute took and took and returned and took even more, till four days later nothing, not even a shadow or a breathless corpse was left behind on the fifth floor of Thames House, London, Sol 3, Milky Way Galaxy, the Universe. Just white plate with #14 and rumpled scarlet sheet.
And that is a true story of how Ianto Jones died.
Next Chapter (1st in fact: A ghost appears in Canary Warf and soon becomes a man of flash and blood. Who is going to solve the mystery if not Rose Tyler and her Doctor?)
A/N: I'm not sure how many chapters you can expect to tell you the truth or whole matter of updates (hides from Avada Kedavras. Tsukuemis, Zats and sonic blasters), despite pretty clear ideas for next 10-15 chapters, so if anyone wants to borrow this idea, or any of my ideas for they own fic…. U are welcome. Really, just drop me a note, so I could enjoy it too. Also, if you got something serious against Yvonne H., that fic is not droids you are looking for, she would be having a big role in Ianto flash-backs and not in bad girl kind-a way.)
BTW! Ever read fic with that plot devise? PLZ tell me if someone did. Thanks!
