Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or Torchwood…sadly enough…And this scene left me in tears last night…
A/N: I watched End of Time last night and cried hysterically. Yes, hysterically…sue me. Anyway, this story was inspired by that. I hope you all enjoy, and as always, please review! SPOILERS for…1:29 of End of Time, so if you don't mind knowing what happens in a minute and a half towards the end of the episode, then please read! SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS
His Name was Ianto
A bar…an intergalactic bar had become my home. I couldn't even tell you at that point how long I had been here. Long enough, long enough to drown myself in alcohol, but the pain still didn't ease. I was alone, and I always would be.
Don't forget me…
Never could Ianto, I think to myself as I raise my glass in a toast and down some more of the alcohol. It burns down my throat, but the fire doesn't stay long, and when it leaves, I'm more empty than I was before.
A piece of paper appears in front of me and the bartender tells me it's from a man across the room. As I raise my eyes to look, there he is. The Doctor. My savior and my destroyer. I feel my eyes narrow slightly as I look at him. If he had been there, Ianto wouldn't be dead. If he had been there, maybe Steven would be alive too. He would have known how to stop the 456 without anyone dying, and yet, he had been nowhere in sight.
He nods at the paper and I open the note. "His name is Alonso." What the heck was that supposed to mean? As I look to him again, he nods to my left and I turn my head just as someone sits on the stool next to me. And oh my gosh, he looks so like my Yan…
Don't forget me…
My gaze returns to my old friend and I can see it in his eyes. You can move on without forgetting him. He wouldn't want you to mourn forever, he would want you to smile again, to laugh again, to be happy again. But that doesn't mean you forget him.
He salutes me and I salute back before turning to this new man. "So, Alonso, goin' my way?"
"How do you know my name?" he asks.
"I'm kind of psychic," I reply, but it doesn't feel right for some reason. This doesn't feel right. I'm not the man I used to be, that much was true, but could I ever become that man again?
"Really?"
I nod. "Yeah."
"Know what I'm thinking right now?"
"Oh yeah," and then I laugh. I actually laugh. I don't know how long it's been since I've laughed. Seems like forever to be honest. Looking at him, it's like a dagger in my heart. He looks so much like Ianto, the blue eyes, the hair…but I still know it's not him.
Be happy Jack…
I start at the voice. I jump at the ghosting of lips on my cheek, but when I turn away from Alonso as he orders a drink, there's no one there. But I know what I heard…I know who I heard and who I felt. "Thank you Yan…thank you so much…" I murmur softly as I compose myself and turn my attention back to the new guy…no, back to Alonso. Because maybe it was time I stopped mourning and started laughing again. He always liked it when I laughed.
His name was Ianto Jones, and I'll never forget him. But his name is Alonso, and he looks in need of a good time. Well, I can help him with that.
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