I've been watching all the torchwood episodes and reading the Torchwood fanfic. I had a few ideas bouncing in my head, and this one in particular needed to come out, so here it is. Hope you enjoy it. If there's enough good feedback I'll probably start to type up my other ideas that I have, and hopefully they'll be much longer fics.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Torchwood, if I did Ianto would be married to Jack and everyone would live.
Their Captain
Throughout the Eons, as the time passes so slowly, four memories looked out from the dark; waiting for the one that was always there, who caught them when they fell.
A long forgotten conversation came to them, a conversation said so long ago its words had faded in the backdrop of time, its subject himself only vaguely remembered the shadows of it, though the people remained in his memories. These memories remembered this conversation of this impossible man, their immortal, their leader, their Captain. He'd always save the world, the universe, giving everything and in return given nothing but heartache; standing to shoulder the burden of consequences. They'd asked him once, these memories to their Captain. If he caught them all when they stumbled and fell, held them up when they couldn't stand the weight, who was there for him? Who stood waiting to catch him in the end? He'd smiled then, their Captain, and they saw it then, these memories: He carried the weight of the world and its choices on his shoulders, he caught them all, they leaned on him, while he bowed under the weight and his steps grew heavy. Never, no never, would he break, their Captain, while bowed he still stood and let the world and its ills lean on him. They saw it then, these memories, while they all leaned on him, their Captain, their Captain leaned on no one, squared his back and steeled his gaze and carried on with heavy steps and broken heart.
Standing in the darkness, these memories, they were watching, waiting. These memories a silent promise made. At the end, of time, of life, of their impossible, immortal, Captain, they'd be there; watching, waiting. soothing, standing. Just as their Captain had been for them.
At the end of all things, when their Captain finally bent under the weight, when he finally fell, they'd be there, these memories, standing in the dark, waiting, watching, standing. They'd be there, these memories, they'd be there to lean on.
THE END
There we go. I hope it came out well. I thought of it after listening to For Good from the Wicked soundtrack. That got me thinking of Torchwood (The Doctor and I sung by John Barrowman) and what Tosh, Owen, Gwen, and Ianto would be thinking of Jack's life after they'd all gone; especially as the centuries passed. (for those of you who recognized who the memories were Good Job!) anyway, if you liked it, let me know and I'll write more of Torchwood fanfics, hopefully more happy though with plenty of Janto!
-DATV