Disclaimer: if I owned Torchwood, Tosh, Owen and especially Ianto (xxx) would all still be alive but sadly I don't.
Ianto POV
Everybody dies. You tend to die sooner if you work for Torchwood. Well everybody except Jack. Why did I join Torchwood? I could have lived a normal life… but no, I chose to do the dangerous thing. Then again, being an archivist isn't dangerous in itself. It just depends who you're an archivist for.
Note to self: never become an archivist for Yvonne Hartman. Never, unless you have a death wish, in which case go ahead.
I remember, it was just after we'd sorted out the shopliftingincident when I saw her for the first time. Sitting in a bar on her own. I remember, sitting down next to her, and we just got talking.
That's where it all started. We were looking for jobs and just happened to come across Torchwood. If only we had chosen that vacuum cleaner company instead. If we had then the two of us would probably be sitting in a flat together. Alive! We wouldn't be rich but what does that matter when we had each other?
But we had to go and choose this exciting new job didn't we! Exciting, that's the word. Along with life threatening and bloody dangerous! So along we went with 18 other people about to get jobs at the worst place for health and safety ever! Those other new recruits are probably all dead now. Most Torchwood 1 recruits are.
It all went well up to then. Good pay and all that. Then came the ghosts. It was scary at first but after a while people just got used to them.
Then came Jack's Doctor. He saved us, well me and about 3 others, though so it won't have been his fault. Anyway Jack trusts him and that's good enough for me.
Next there was the Cybermen and then the Daleks. I mean talk about being shot at from all sides! But I was a coward. I hid. If I hadn't then I might have saved her, my Lisa. But I didn't.
Then I pulled her off the machine. Brought her to Three. Thought it was the right thing to do. I still think it was the right thing to do. But they didn't. They killed her. It was all my fault.
And now look at me. Handcuffed next to a bomb.
A bomb which will go off in 5 4 3 2 …
I heard a noise.
What could it possibly be?
I had absolutely no idea.
'Whir whir whir!'
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