Title: you know how this ends
Rating:
PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s):
Ianto Jones; Jack/Ianto
Summary:
As he steps into the Thames Building, Ianto Jones knows he is going to die.
A/N:
Inspired by the captions of one of heddychaa's icons at LJ.
Warnings:
Spoilers for COE: Day 4, COE compliant
Disclaimer:
If I owned Torchwood, the boys would have had more screentime together, more sex, and Ianto would still be alive.


Here is a small fact:
You are going to die
-The Book Thief, Markus Zusak

Ianto Jones is not omniscient. He cannot read minds, he cannot see the future. The most that Torchwood One's psychic training has given him is the ability to read Jack's psychic paper to say "Downstairs, room 44, handcuffs. Bring lube." which is exactly what Jack wants him see anyway.

But at some point when he steps into Thames Building, it's like Fate taps him on the shoulder and whispers into his ear. When he sets gun down on the security desk, the thunk it makes is merely an echo to the DECEASED that's stamped across his file away in some higher archive. This is his future now: Ianto Jones †.

He could turn around. Go. Leave and live. But there is an invisible line and he has crossed it and that line says "Point of no return". He's committed now.

Ten days after Tosh and Owen had died, he'd gone down to the archives and pulled out the file of employment forms. Under 'Job Descriptions', he'd scrawled 'Die saving the world'. In hindsight, maybe not a very good idea.

He is going to die. Rhiannon knows the truth now and at least dying will get him out of the inevitable row that would have ensued. He is going to die. Gwen is pregnant. Somewhere fate is having a laugh at his expense. He is going to die. Jack is here, who yesnomaybe loves him.

He is going to die.

Fine. So be it. He's got a job to do.

Fin