All's Well That Ends Well
Pairing: LaterJack/Ianto
Rating: M, but there will be some NC-17 parts later on. I will post warnings though, so you will be able to scroll past the higher-rated stuff if you want!
Spoilers: All Season One, Two and Three, but with a slight twist! Also Doctor Who Doomsday and Army of Ghosts.
Summary: After Lisa's death at Canary Wharf, Ianto Jones travels the Universe as a mercenary. But after UNIT's request that he return to Earth, will Ianto settle, especially when he once again meets his fiancées killer? Some Ianto/Lisa, later Janto.
I hope you enjoy it!
Call me Ishmael
Herman Melville, Moby Dick
Chapter One
Ianto woke up sitting against the door of the Secure Archives, which, he quickly realised, was the only intact structure left in the corridor. He scrambled to his feet (daleks)and staggered slightly (cybermen), leaning on the wall for support. His left arm was bent at a strange angle (pain) and he must have hit his head at some point during the battle, because…
Lisa.
Ianto pulled his fortunately intact phone out of his pocket and rang the number that had been on his speed dial ever since… (don't), holding the mobile to his ear and praying for an answer even though he knew that calling was futile (Lisa…topfloor…Lisa…pickup). The sound of her voice (beautiful) sounded in his ear when the phone rang out, driving him back to his knees. He rested his forehead against the cool metal of the Archive door and cried quietly.
Footsteps rang out from the next corridor (cybermen), and Ianto looked up, his face wet with tears. He reached up and pressed his palm to the recognition system next to the door, waiting impatiently while the painfully slow beam inched over his hand (hurryquicklydanger). The footsteps grew closer. The door gave an inviting beep and Ianto slipped through into the dark of the Archives.
The footsteps paused outside the door. A hand was pressed to the pad, and Ianto held his breath (pleasepleaseplease) until the little beep that said "You are not authorised to enter the Archives" sounded. Ianto breathed a sigh of relief (thankyou) and almost smiled (Lisa) as he heard a muffled curse. The steps moved on, and Ianto flicked on the lights and logged on to a nearby computer to check the CCTV cameras (please), but there was nothing but fuzz and white noise from the whole top floor.
Biting his lip, Ianto opened a different search window and typed in one of the codes he wasn't supposed to know. His eidetic memory (think) told him what he was looking for and he opened a folder simply labelled "Weapons". The locations of the few things he thought would be useful against the daleks were quickly memorised, as well as those of some other items, just in case.
Ianto emerged from the Secure Archives considerably bulked out with alien weaponry. He prepared to search the upper floors with his mind but something Torchwood had drilled into him during their "Telepath Training Course" stopped him: he didn't know if there were any able telepaths – or, God forbid, mind-breakers – among the invaders, and what of the footsteps he had heard earlier? No, better to risk his body than his mind.
(thinkLisathink)
Ianto took the stairs two at a time, pausing when he heard voices on the top floor and the sound of… sobbing? And then a noise he had heard somewhere before (rememberLisaremember) – the sound of the Doctor's TARDIS dematerialising. Closely followed by a man's heartbroken voice in a drawn-out yell of, "NO, not again!".
More wary than ever, Ianto jogged through the corridors, searching for… (thereLisathere). He pushed his way through the sheets of plastic, steeling himself and blocking his mind as best as he could from the moans of pain and the cries for help (Lisa) as the half-converted people recognised him. At the beginning of the corridor, a gunshot sounded, then another and another. Ianto redoubled his speed, shoving against another layer of plastic, and…
Lisa.
LisanopleaseLisa.
Ianto dropped to his knees beside Lisa's (nonotdeadno) body and gently placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Lisa?"
She opened her eyes.
"Ianto? Thank God. Hurts."
"Shhh. I'm here. I'll take care of you now."
He stroked her forehead (beautifulLisaalivebeautiful) and gently kissed her. She murmured something and smiled at him, then grimaced at the pain moving just those few muscles caused her. Ianto moved to get up (painkillersinMike'sdesk) but she shook her head slightly.
"Stay with me."
"Of course. Shhh. I've got you."
The tears were running slowly down his face.
"What're we going to do?"
rememberhappyLisa
Our first date… She was beautiful. I was nervous. She looked like an angel in that candlelight.
Slipping out whenever we could steal a moment… Bringing her coffee. Waking up next to her. Going to sleep next to her. Feeling so full, whenever I'm with her, and so empty when I'm not.
Lisa.
"I'm going to figure out how to get this off you," he touched the metal casing around her body, "and then we're going to get married."
Another gunshot echoed through the corridor. This time, it was closely followed by a scream. And then total, ominous silence. Footsteps made their way around sheet after sheet of plastic (dangerLisadanger) and paused just a few metres away from where Ianto was crouched, hidden from the generator of the footsteps by one plastic sheet.
"Ianto? Scared. Get me out of here."
(ProtectLisa.No!Itmightbehelp.)
"Shhh, wait. That's not a cyberman. It sounds wrong. Its help, Lisa, don't worry."
"Ianto, no! We should go."
"How?"
(Lisa.Beautiful.)
"Ianto, I love you."
"Shh, don't talk, save your strength. I…"
The footsteps had started again. Ianto looked up as a man rounded the last plastic sheet. CaptainJackHarkness, TorchwoodThree,Cardiff, Ianto's brain supplied. The man raised a gun.
Gun. Gun. No. Lisa!
Ianto made to stand up, to throw himself in front of Lisa, to do anything…
The man fired once.
Lisa gave a gasp of pain.
"Ianto… I love you."
Her eyes closed.
LISA
The man turned slightly and pointed his gun at Ianto.
Lisadeadno
Notdeadnoplease
Please