Forever Isn't So Long Anymore

by Deidara97

Even after death, Ianto struggles with his mortality and tries to catch up with Jack. His new responsibilities as an Angel fighting for people's souls are requiring him to risk his life once again. Will he have enough time to convince Jack to forgive himself for all of his transgressions? Can he teach Jack to love himself? Rating subject to change. CoE what have you done to me...

As he looked out the window waiting for his order to arrive to the table, he watched a pair of sickening creatures approach the small coffee bar. Their cloudy eyes were sunken deep in hollow sockets. Razor-sharp teeth that didn't quite fit anywhere jutted from their faces. Their bodies were hunched over, and they awkwardly strained to see for they were not accustomed to the light of this world. Shortly after the bells on the door emitted a high-pitched clank, the creatures noticed his presence. The shadow of their figures contorted upon the realization of such a magnificent being. Their shrieks of terror could be heard only by him. The eyes of their human vessels widened in concern, and they turned to leave without hesitation, awkwardly trampling each other in the process. The bell clamoured violently against the door. Not wanting to cause a scene in front of all these people, Ianto made plans to follow their vile scent once he finished.

He chuckled a little under his breath as he looked out at the sky, enjoying the familiar bustle of people going about their daily lives with little concern for much else.

The waitress brought him his coffee- black, no sugar. It wasn't worth the trouble. She leaned over a bit too much, and gave Ianto a suggestive smile.

"Name's Alice, if you need anythin' else."

"Thank you, Alice." He shuddered slightly as she pranced back to her station, her cropped black hair bouncing as she went. He looked around the room with a nostalgic smile. A sip of his coffee blanketed him with disappointment. It just tastes like molecules…

He shrugged and returned the cup to its saucer with a clank. He stood, reaching for his wallet as he did so. He was feeling generous and hoped the waitress would use the money to buy herself some better-fitting clothes as he straightened out his black pin-striped suit and headed for the door.

AN* Hey, everyone! I'm new to the fandom and am so stricken with grief over CoE I can't bring myself to watch s4. I'm going to do my best with this one without it... one, maybe two more chapters. Please let me know of any comments or suggestions you've got! Thank you for reading; I hope you enjoy!