The Deep Water Below (Set after Cyberwoman. Ianto had given up and is simply going through the motions, hoping to fade away. Well Jack was not going to let that happen. He has to find away to get him to reconnect with his life, but is it too late? – Rated M for future chapters Ianto/Jack of course.)
Hello me dears,
Set sometime after Cyberwoman and before They Keep Killing Suzie. I know it was a while ago but for my money Cyberwoman is still one of the best episodes to date. All reviews are welcome.
According to my friends, apparently I don't own Torchwood, any of the characters or actors…… who would have thought!
Ohh and this fic is rated M for later chapters. Well you can't beat a bit of Jack and Ianto action can you? Warning for suicidal thoughts as well.
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The Deep Water Below
Chapter 1 – That night
He stood leaning on the edge of the barrage, the night was cold, almost freezing, but he did not notice. Dressed only in a light weigh suit his skin was covered in goose bumps, but he did not notice. The rain started to fall drenching him, plastering his hair to his face, but he did not notice. So many emotion surged through Ianto's body, his stomach clenched over again, knotting tight, making him want to sink to the ground and curl up into a ball. The deep water below him seemed calm, yet he knew that beneath that thin surface layer the waters ran deep and dark, and the turbulent currents ruled. Ianto did not, however, fail to notice the analogy. It felt as if the water was calling him. Wanting him to join it.
The thoughts of letting go had persisted for months now. He had put them to one side told himself that things would get better, get easier, that he would find a reason to keep going. He though that if he didn't then it would all have been pointless. Every bit of pain, every struggle since the battle of Canary Wharf, would have been pointless. Saving Lisa, pulling her from the building, down 20 floors, would have been worthless. But the thoughts had pushed there way back to the forefront of his mind.
The knowledge that even if anyone knew his thoughts, there would be no one there to catch him only plunged him into a darker place. It's not like he was anything special, why should anyone care. He didn't see it as an injustice. Just a fact. No-one had ever had any expectation of him doing anything with his life, so why disappoint now. He was tired of living like this; he was tired of being useless. What was the point? His grandfather had always said that life was what you made of it. But you can't make anything out of nothing. That's what he had nothing but his pain and grief. What could you possibly make from that, and why would you even bother?
And still the water called
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Poor Ianto so alone. Chapter 2 up soon I hope