This is just a small little drabble from Ianto's point of view. Fluffy, no real content. It's an easy read, so why not read it?
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There were rules. There had always been rules, and each one was as rigid and unchangeable as the next. But despite this firmness, this characteristic rigidity, Ianto Jones found the rules, his rules, the ones he relied upon, shifting and morphing each time he woke up in the morning.
Ianto had known that up was up, and down was down, that the sun would always rise in the morning and set at night, that the demons of his imagination would stay there—in his imagination, without emerging to hurt or kill innocent people. He'd known that dinosaurs were extinct and that aliens weren't real, and that people didn't travel through time and space in blue Police Public Call boxes. Then he'd joined Torchwood. The rules changed.
Ianto had known that what he was doing was right, that Torchwood was an organization that was designed to protect the citizens of the UK, the citizens of the world. He'd known that with his ingenuity and intelligence, he could handle any situation that was thrown at him. Then Canary Wharf had happened. The rules changed.
Ianto had known that he would never even consider joining up with Torchwood again because of the horrors they had caused. He had known that he was ethically, morally, mentally, emotionally and spiritually opposed to becoming involved with them again, because he just wasn't sure that he would be able to handle it. Then Lisa had needed his help, had needed the equipment that only a Torchwood base could supply. The rules had changed.
Ianto had known that Lisa was a sweet, kind, gentle, giving woman who would never intentionally hurt anyone. He'd known that she loved him and he loved her and nothing in the world could ever, ever change that. Then she'd gone absolutely mental and attacked the Torchwood Three team. The rules changed.
Ianto had known that he was only the tea boy. He had understood that his role in the Torchwood team was making the coffee and cleaning up the Hub and shoving body after body into the morgue. He had known that he would only be given a gun as a sort of funny little game because he would never be in a position to use it. Then Jack had left. The rules changed.
Ianto had known that he wouldn't be in a position to love after Lisa. The disastrous consequences of that romantic attachment had shown him quite vividly that, with his job, there would not be much of an opportunity for love. He'd known that it was his job to thrust aside all thoughts to contrary with a firm hand, and to maintain his resolve no matter what. Then Jack had kissed him. The rules had changed.
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