Title – Our Memories
Synopsis- the Torchwood crew remember the things they buried
Disclaimer- (obligatory legal mumbo-jumbo)
Ahem. The world and characters of Torchwood are the intellectual property of Russell. T. Davis and has not been authorised or endorsed by said owner. This is a work of fanfiction. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Thank you.
Now, R&R this fic.
A/N- There is mild Jack/Ianto please don't flame it, hope it's cannon.
Based at the end of something borrowed and follows the story from before there.
Rated T+ for mild sexual references and irate team members with wide vocabulary in later chapters.
If you haven't fallen asleep, here's the fic.
Chapter 1: BANG BANG all over again.
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'Ianto, can I have a word?' Jack was consciously making an effort to be sympathetic and gentle today, but when after a short delay Ianto entered his office. 'Sir?' Ianto asked cautiously before entering the office. Jacks mind went blank, and just because his mouth was about a century faster than his brain, he blurted out. 'Did they remember?'
Jack watched a mountain fall as Ianto let his air of calm crumble and he succumbed to tears. Crossing the room Jack placed a consoling hand on his shoulder, and a finger just beneath Ianto's chin before lifting it gently; he kneeled down and looked into those stormy blue, painfully mournful eyes, murmuring that maybe tonight they could have a drink, to remember? Predictably, Ianto shook his head.
'It's easier if I, if I, oh, forget it Jack.' Ianto sighed, but the captain was having none of it.
'Listen to me,' Jack said a little too forcefully. 'If you try to forget, or ignore the grief, she will haunt, and slowly it will destroy you. What I'm saying is: you need to remember but get on with your life too.' Ianto stared at Jack who was speaking with so much conviction and wisdom. He nodded, a slight smile gracing his worn features but not quite reaching his eyes. As he moved to stand up Jack put a hand in his, it felt comfortable there, and when asked if they could have a drink that night anyway, he agreed.
Wiping his slightly damp face Ianto left as Jack looked at the rest of the team from his vantage point, he was genuinely disappointed. Each and every one of them felt his gaze, not one looked up.
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'Whisky, Vodka, Rum?' Jack put three bottles on the table with two glasses and waited.
'Rum.' It seemed to Jack that Ianto was preparing to get blathered tonight as he usually drank whisky, proving that rum was stronger would be easy it seemed.
Jack said nothing as he drank the first glass watching Ianto contort his face knowing the alcohol was tearing at his throat and was probably far too sweet, but it seemed they were agreed – tonight a drink was a drink and they were thankful for the escape it brought.
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Several drinks later Jack felt a question nagging him and so he did what any slightly intoxicated person might do, he asked.
'Ianto, would you have shot us, you know when, she was here?'
Ianto, who had been concentration on keeping his hand steady, snapped his head up and grimaced when he saw what could only be described as pure unbridled terror facing him out of Jack's eyes, and it confused him, jack was cheeky and sharp and amazing but…
His chain of thought broke as the question hit him- catching him off guard and making him answer with a slight stammer.
'Honestly?' he didn't really need to ask after seeing the grim determination in Jack's face. 'Um, then, I, I wouldn't have lost a wink of sleep, but now, it's…' the words caught in his throat but he forced them out, he needed to say this. 'Now, I'd never hurt any of you, because this, Torchwood, it's all that keeps me going, because I didn't just lose, Lisa, I lost my entire life and a good part of myself too.' Ianto bit his bottom lip as his eyes filled up.
Jack was stunned- so when Ianto asked him if he would shoot too, he didn't really take it in straight away, his brain felt foggy and when it hit him his gut clenched uncomfortably. He cleared his throat awkwardly. 'I, you're the only family I have, I wouldn't risk that for anything, torchwood has given me meaning again.' Ianto stared and Jack seemed to read his mind.
'What's dead should stay dead.' Jack gazed intently at Ianto willing him to drop the subject, anguish showed on his face and feeling slightly embarrassed Ianto dropped his gaze and the subject simultaneously.
'So, pizza?' Jack already had a phone in his hand when Ianto grinned nodding his approval. Jack was just entering the memory to get the number when-BANG! BANG! BANG!
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