Oh my, what I've gotten myself into! Torchwood fic! But I had this little idea and it wouldn't leave me alone, so I needed to write it down.
This story takes place somewhere between episodes Sleeper and Meat in season 2 Torchwood.
Warnings: It's Torchwood, so it's slash(y).
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Torchwood and Doctor Who.
Ianto fired a three shots at his target. The man looked at him disbelievingly and then fell on the ground, dead. The archivist walked to the body and fired one more bullet into the head, for good measure and then breathed in relief, lowering his gun. It was over now. Just a quick clean up and he finally could go home. Hopefully to his immortal Captain, his team and endless work for Torchwood. As that though crossed his mind, he froze. How he was supposed to come back? The Doctor didn't said anything about that! He was so caught in his suddenly fear of not being able to get back to his own time, that he didn't hear warning shouts of Jack and Rose. The real world caught up with him, when Ianto felt strong arms grabbing him from behind into protective embrace, pulling him down to the ground. Before they hit the ground, he heard a few gunshots and the person holding him jerked, the grip on him loosening and then started to slid down. Ianto half sat, turning around to face the next threat and without hesitation emptied the clip into another man. Ianto looked for the next attackers and satisfied, that there was none, looked down at the body. A very familiar body.
"Jack!" he shouted, dropping his gun and shuffling closer. "No! God, no," the archivist pleaded, searching frantically for a pulse. "Please, no." Oh God, it couldn't be. Jack couldn't be dead. It couldn't end like this. Not after everything. But it was. Captain Jack Harkness was dead. Ianto cradled Jack's body tightly to his chest and cried into his shoulder. His life, his love, his future was lost. The world like he knew was lost. There wouldn't be Torchwood to come back to. There wouldn't be Tosh and Owen and Gwen. There could even be no world to come back to. And even the Doctor won't be able to fix this, if he was even still there. Everything was lost now. Ianto had failed. And could do nothing but weep.