I was really in for it this time. I was going to be late, and not just the stereotypical oh-I'm-ten-minutes-late-sorry-boss. I mean LATE. As in four-and-half-hours-late. Alarm wouldn't go off, water was turned off again, the like. I swore as my shoe caught on the edge of the doorframe, making me stumble. I grabbed the doorframe, already trying to bite back my temper. My mobile rang, and I answered, hoping that it wasn't…
"Oi, Tea-Boy, where are you?"
Shit. So much for that.
"Just leaving my flat, Owen Harper," I replied, trying to lock my door behind me.
"Jones, c'mon! Fucking hell, you were supposed to be here ages ago!"
"Shut up, Owen," I shot back, walking out onto the sidewalk.
I could hear Owen's exasperated sigh on the other end. There was a sudden clamour behind me, and I automatically turned to look.
There was a bloody car careening towards me, driving on the bloody sidewalk. I jumped back, clutching my mobile, but the attempt was futile, and even though I knew it wouldn't do any good, I started running, faintly registering Owen shouting over the phone.
I only went about five feet before I felt a thump on my back, and I was tossed into the air. There was a God-awful moment where it felt like I was hanging in mid-air. There was a sickening crunch as I came down, but I couldn't feel anything. Believe it or not, I was still holding my mobile, and Owen was yelling.
God, pain.
Owen.
Yelling.
Trying to figure out what he's saying.
Words were floating around me, and there was this fleeting, pleasant sensation of feeling nothing for a few minutes. Felt like I was floating. Then the pain sent me crashing back to earth, and Owen's words rang in my head. "Crash…. Ianto… You hurt? Shit… On my way…"
Someone touched me on the shoulder, but I didn't care. Hurt too much to care. Dreadfully tired…. And all went black.