White Noise

Disclaimer: The BBC own Torchwood. I own none of the characters if I did I wouldn't be sat here, but would be an extremely happy bunny. Apologies if any of the additional characters are related to the reader in anyway, but as the Titanic is so well known it felt wrong to Create people to sail her. The people who were saved by the Carpathia have been saved in my story. As for those souls who died? Well, theirs is another story for another time.

Part 1

Jack lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. His hands tucked behind his head. His thoughts turned to his life so far and his genuine loves, which for a 51st Century man who never dies was actually very few, in fact he could count the number of them on one hand. Out of that only one person completely consumed his thoughts and heart - Ianto Jones. The quiet well-spoken young man who'd had an amazing ability at being at a rift zone before he'd joined Torchwood; he'd helped bring down a Pterodactyl as his "interview" and had an almost godlike ability when it came to coffee. He also had quite a kink when it came to making love. Jack smiled and thought of them in the hothouse, which then led to the water tower, the invisible lift, then into his office and finally into his bunker where they finally lay exhausted and Ianto lay snuggled into Jack.

Jacks old radio softly played in the background in an attempt to lull him to sleep. That was an odd old radio – it was almost empathic the way it tuned into Jacks mood. Haunting music for when he was feeling melancholy, loud dance music, for when he just couldn't keep still, and damn good music for a mighty fine sex session – although its choice of music sometimes was… well ridiculous. It had one night managed to completely put him and Ianto off at the last moment with a burst of Wagner's Ride of the Valkyries- Which left Ianto in a heap of giggles on the floor and Jack scowling at the radio.

Goldfrapp's 'Lovely head' soon turned into Moby's 'Why does my heart feel so bad?' In the middle of 'Here with me' static hiss and crackles sounded from the radio. A faint calling could be heard – Jack strained to hear it. It came though again.

"….ck …d..ou." He sat up disturbing Ianto who mumbled in his sleep before rolling over. Slowly Jack swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his bare feet made no sound on the floor as he crossed the room towards the radio… this time he heard it clearly.

"Jack I need you here." Shocked he stepped back, as he did the static came back before returning to Chicane's 'Low sun'.

He picked up the radio and almost dropped it as he received a small static electric shock. Sucking a finger he turned the radio over and pulled the power lead. As expected the music died and came back when the power was restored. He shook it, not really knowing why or what to expect, but it was something he'd seen his father do many times when trying to get something to work. Confused he made his way back to the bed and snuggled into Ianto like two spoons in a drawer. Just before he fell asleep he realised he recognised the voice. Miss Cornelia Andrews...

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Jack was exhausted; the day had not panned well. Ianto had scolded him for falling asleep with the radio on and wasting energy, the Rift alarm had gone of three times, one for an artefact falling through and landing quite literally in their laps, the other two had them chasing through the streets of Cardiff after more weevils, one of which ended in a storm drain. A steam train had ploughed into a car. Easy enough leave Network Rail's incident management to deal with. Yet there was no wreckage, no train. In fact the tracks had been removed in the 1960's as part of Dr Beeching's cutting of rural rail. All had been 'encouraged' to forget the incident as Ianto handed out coffee laced with Retcon.

He wandered through the hub coffee in hand as he made his way down to shower – Myfanwy screeched overhead and swooped down over Jack causing him to duck and spill his coffee down his shirt. He sighed –

"I should have sent you back to the bloody dinosaurs when I had the chance" he yelled at her. She screamed back her reply

In the bunker he striped down and padded to the shower, glancing at his naked body in the mirror and flicking on the radio as he passed. He stood for ten minutes under the stinging pelt of water as it massaged the day's tension away. His thoughts turned again to Ianto. He smiled and sighed knowing that come the time, he wouldn't be able to deal with loosing Ianto, it would be something that would definitely send him over the edge of that rare place most called sanity.

He finally stepped out of the shower and started to dry humming along with the song on the radio, slowly remembering the words as he went along to finally belting out the lyrics to " I am what I am!" Suddenly the static returned.

"Jack?...Jack Can you here me?" The woman's voice once again called from the midst of the noise

"Are you sure this will work?" a deep voice asked.

" No but we have to try" again the woman's voice.

"Cornelia?" Jack called back to the radio. He dropped the towel on the floor and crossed once again to the radio. He pulled the lead from the back this time the hiss and crackle of the static remained.

"He Heard Us! Please don't remove the power Jack"

That was the last thing he heard that day as water dripped into the socket and an electric shock propelled him across the room breaking his back on the table, his skull on the floor and killing him.

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