The young solider threw himself bodily against he wall and pulled him weapon against his chest. Praying to his god that the alien weapon still had ammo he rolled out from his cover and made a dash forward towards the enemy, others followed his charge falling to the ground around him. His head was filled with silence a sanctuary away from the battle that raged around him. Dodging shots by inches and firing his weapon as he ran he dove for cover behind an up-turned desk. Gasping for breath he shut his eyes, escaping back to that silence, the blank space in his head where he couldn't see his colleagues fall to the enemy around him, where he could pretend it wasn't happening.
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The young man woke with a start, his body was burning, his clothes where wet and he couldn't breath. Looking around him at the burning building he thought for a second about staying, letting his body burn and all his memories good and otherwise fall away to ash. Shaking his head he grimly pulled himself to his feet, no, he still had her; he still had something to fight for, to live for. She needed him to be strong, to be her hero.
He scanned the office for a hint of the enemy that had washed over the building killing everyone that dared to stand, not spotting any he made his way through the smoke choked halls and outside. People rushed around him, firefighters running into the flames, policemen and government officials questioning people, paramedics rushing casualties away in ambulances. He walked past them all , ignoring them and striding away down the street to where he had taken her and laid her down on the grass before he had gone back to help with the fight, praying that she was still here and still alive.
"I'm back" he whispered around the door, his voice crackling through his dry throat.
"Ianto?"
"Yes im here Lisa, I here" He whispered, holding her tightly.