Amoris Vulnus idem sanat qui facit- The wounds of love can only be healed by the one who made them
AN: This is an AU in which Ianto still works for Torchwood One. They rebuilt after Canary Wharf and are back in the 'defend-the-earth' game. Ianto Jones has never met Jack Harkness, Lisa is still dead (sorry), and Ianto is alone. This is also post TLotTL, and Jack is deeply emotionally and mentally scarred from his time on the Valiant. I believe everything else is still the same. Tosh, Owen and Gwen are still working for Torchwood three, Gwen still had an affair with Owen, etc.
This was not what he had expected. This wasn't what he had intended, either. He'd just gone out for a cup of coffee, nothing special. He wasn't entirely sure what happened, just that he was shaking and trembling beyond belief. And that he hurt- so much pain. Bits and pieces kept creeping their way back into his mind. He tried to shove them out, but couldn't.
Ianto strode down the sidewalk, checking his watch, and attempting to make it back to the office in time. Fifteen minutes. That should be enough time, he thought. Taking a sip of his coffee, he smiled. His coffee was much better than this corner shops cheap blend. But, unfortunately, his boss refused to let him have a coffee machine for the office to use. He took another sip, not noticing the dark figure behind him.
With his suit out-of-order and scrapes across his face, the Welshman stared up into the night sky. How long had he been laying here? It felt like hours. Finding the strength to move his arm, he read the scratch-covered watch. Quarter to midnight. He'd only been on the ground for ten minutes. Of course, what did time matter now? The battered arm slumped back to the ground, making Ianto cringe as a streak of pain shot up through his arm. "Fuck," he spat. He hadn't quite realized the pain in his chest until he spoke. An imaginary knife shoved its way through his ribcage, making him wince and bite his lip. Every movement caused him pain. Where was his mobile? He didn't feel it in his pocket, where it usually was. Looking across the ground, he saw it, laying in several pieces. He must really not have had any luck.
A fresh batch of tears streamed down Ianto's face, the salty tears making the wounds on his face sting. He didn't care.
Turning the corner, the figure followed Ianto into a less-crowded area. Fewer shops lined the streets, and alley-ways were more frequent. Failing to notice he uneven pavement, Ianto tripped, crashing down on the hard cement. The coffee cup, miraculously, escaped harm, landing right side figure took his chance. Stooping down to help the Welshman up, he flashed a bright smile. "You okay, there? That was a pretty hard fall."
Ianto nodded. "Yeah, just a couple of abrasions," he remarked, looking down at his hands. "Thanks, mate." Giving a small smile, he turned to walk away. Before he could get two steps away, the stranger was at his side.
"What's a nice man like you doing out at this time, anyways?" he inquired, his eyes gleaming. An evil smile spread across his face, making Ianto walk faster. He didn't get far before the man grabbed his arm, and spun him around. A swift punch was delivered to Ianto's face, making him sprawl backwards. Before he could regain his surroundings, the man, dragged the man into a nearby alleyway.
AN: Okay, so this story is getting more views than I thought. Can you all please leave a quick comment on what you like, dislike, and what you would like to see happen next! Thanks guys :D