Title: How Ianto Jones Fell Into Stereotype and Became a Village Person
- Characters: Ianto Jones
Rating: PG (a curse or two)
Summary: The screams, the screams, the never-ending screams. And then, they stop.
Notes: Drabble-like. Intermediate plot spoiler for the second half of CoE - Day Two. Introspective on one particular scene (where did the binoculars come from?).
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If the open fields had made him paranoid only two days ago, he felt more naked than the day be was born, crawling through the grass for some quick-work reconnaissance. There wasn't the luxury of being thorough; exposure was not on their side. Gwen was out there, likely with Rhys, since he had picked up the phone and she had been there (she would never leave him behind, the lucky bastard), and he didn't know where she was in this mess. She could still be in Cardiff, she could be in England (if she was, well done), but for all intents and purposes, Ianto was alone. Doing the fieldwork.
Wouldn't Owen love it.
The business of the cement mixer pulling up to the bunker was odd, and the woman atop, rolling up the hatch, was the woman hanging around the Plas earlier, but only until they starting raising the hose did his stomach roll a little. That's when the screaming began. Ianto knew those screams. There was no relief that Jack was alive, only a numb agony of witnessing not just a death, but the makings of a tomb.
Captain Jack Harkness was being drowned in cement and that's where he would stay; you can't rescue your boss from a eventually-dried cement box without some heavy equipment--
His head jerked west, to his left, to the direction where he'd past the quarry on the way up. Construction vehicle heaven. Ianto had some time; he had to wait for the coffin to dry. A torture in itself, and it was his heart that was saying, "Save him now!" over his head telling him, "You're success rate will skyrocket if you wait to steal him. You know where he is; Jack really isn't going anywhere."
Can't listen to your heart every time. Besides.
You can't claim you've lived if you haven't stolen a forklift.