Disclaimer- I do not own Torchwood in any which way. I just love it. (well loved seasons 1 and 2 and shouted at any Gwack moments *shudder* sorry Gwen stay with Rhys the poor sod) so yeah. FANMADE!
Piano Scores
The sound of a grand piano and the gentle shuffle and clips of dancing echoed within the tall walls of the ballroom, a chuckle or giggle and the generous sip of beverages, the familiar ting of glasses and celebrations. The swish of elegant dresses and stiff suits...
A young male woke from his slumber and wary of his sleeping partner rose from the small bed, shaking the scores of a piano out of his ears like water as he searched for yesterdays clothing. A content humming from the bed signalled his companions break into consciousness.
"Jack," His whispered gently, "it's time to work." And with that he made his way up the ladder that led away from the nest like bunker, mindful of the fifth step up which had snapped in one of Jacks more enthusiastic occasions and had yet to be replaced. A quick shower later found Ianto Jones dressed and ready for work long before his colleagues would ever set forth in the hub. Moving gracefully to his desk he began flicking through the file he had constructed the previous week, five weevil attacks in the last month, four fatalities, seven successful retconnings and four empty coffins. He sighed; it had taken most his spare time to clear up after those, writing fake death certificates, creating believable stories. Sometimes he thought it might be easier to spread rumour of a serial killer and let the public believe what they wish.
Warm arms encircled him from behind, pulling him back away from his work, trying to untangle his tie from his shirt and neck.
"Anything I can do to help sir?"
"A coffee would be nice; you know the others won't be in for a while?"
"And yet there are many tasks to do, why don't you finished off last month's paper work? Then I'll make you a coffee." He smirked and the Captains face switched from luring to defeated and sulked off to his office, feet dragging and head low.
A drink was thrust under his nose, champagne he realised, following the dainty hand that held the glass to a thin arm and a frail woman, dressed in a loose fitting garnet dress.
"Are you going to daydream all day sir?"
"Are you going to daydream all day?" He glanced up quickly to see Tosh placing her handbag on her desk, sending him worried looks. His eyes flicking down to his wrist watch, half an hour had passed? In a daydream?
"I'm fine Tosh, just daydreaming about a weevil free week." He smiled as the sirens sounded and Owen and Gwen entered the hub, giggling to themselves. So they were still messing around, Ianto mused. Sending Tosh a look to make sure the technical genius was ok, he made his way up the stairs to the small hub kitchenette to put on a other batch of coffee. Listening carefully he could hear Jack stroll down from his office, his heavy work boots clanging against the metal steps and greet the rest of his workers enthusiastically.
A glass shattered, champagne flowing over the polished wood flooring. No one in the large hall appeared to have noticed, a blip in the violinist playing the only disturbance. His hands were cold, his hands pale and a faint blue hue. Snow sparkled on the large windows.
"May I have this dance?"The woman in the red dress appeared at his side again. And he found himself swept in the dance. Hundreds of men and women dancing and circling making him dizzy. Laughing and giggling.
"What are you doing here!" The woman was now gone, replaced by a tall angry man, green eyes flashing he observed Ianto. "How did you get in here?"
He flinched backwards desperate to separated himself, a harsh cry escaping him as his hip banged against the kitchen counter and the coffee pot in his hand falling and shattering, smashing scolding coffee over his leather shoes and soaking his pressed trousers.
"How did you get in here?" he was pushed up against the wall but the eyes were no longer angry, but curious. "I did not invite you here."
"I-I-I don't know," the Welshmen stammered. "I want to leave!"
"Ianto! Ianto, you git wake up." The slight tapping on his cheek turned into a harsh slap, and with hazy eyes, he realised he was on the kitchen floor, lent against the cabinets with Owen and Jack looming over him. "You fainted," the doctor murmured, slipping an arm around Ianto's back and with Jacks help pulled the man to his feet. Ianto accepted the help, trying to ease the shaking from his legs and the pounding from his head he allowed to other men to steer him towards the medical bay, where he gratefully laid down and barely listening to Jack and Owens conversation, fell asleep.
"He's just tired Jack." The doctor murmured watching the captain keep a tight vigil round the teaboy's bed. Ianto had been asleep for over an hour now and showed no signs of waking anytime soon, but health wise was fine as far as Owens doctorate could say. He moved past Jacks bulk to place a hand on his colleague's forehead. "He's a bit cold, I'll fetch another blanket." His face crinkled slightly in worry, unlike the Teaboy to sleep on the job.
"No-one's ever found us before..."