Warnings for a Very sad Yan Man :( *huggles him*
Jack getting over himself next chapter
Also, some Janto next time!
YAY Janto kisses! *jazz hands*
ENJOY!
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"Mr. Jones?" Tavon queried, as Ianto 'slugged' through the portal. Making it to the bed; he flopped into it. "Is your Captain behind you?" He asked, with equal parts excitement, curiosity, and confusion.
"Waaaay behind… Like a year behind." Ianto mumbled, rubbing absently at his chaffed wrists.
"Sir?" The young Relocation Specialist asked.
Jones groaned in pain. "Please. Really please. Don't call me that!"
"I'm going to go out on a limb and surmise the reunion didn't go well."
Ianto snorted, "Understatement of the millennia."
~MiR~
Jones 'wallowed' for a few days and Tavon simply let him be. A week went by before the brunette dared to approach. Ianto finally laid out everything that happened between him and Jack. The Specialist tried to give advice and offer support. Finally, he had to remind the Watcher; he still had a job to do.
"They want your hard copies. And any new observations by next Friday." Tavon informed, going to check his notices.
"Torchwood has them." Ianto sighed. "I can't. I…"
The specialist grinned. "Not as Ianto you can't. Doesn't Jack only know the name Isabelle Rayne? I think it's time she gets a makeover, don't you?"
Jones chuckled. "Yeah, yeah I think you might be right."
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Prepping his new Avatar, had been fun; like creating a new game character. Jones decided to re-dye her hair. Something cool, edgy. Ianto settled on a gorgeous longer style. With cascades of magenta's and purples. Honestly, he was almost jealous, but it was his own Avatar after all. Jones made sure the eyes stayed the same; mostly because he felt like being a bastard. Making Isabelle Rayne, Jack's type. He'd often joked; the man would shag anything with a pulse. The Captain probably would, but he still had a preference.
Jones easily hefted the engineered body, clad in a simple hospital gown for modesty; from its Creation/Stasis pod and into the next room. Not many, but the apartment would have clothes. Laying a, newly updated, Isabelle in a chair. Said chair, resembled one you would sit in, at the dentist's office. Ianto strapped in the Avatar, making sure it/she, wouldn't fall during the 'Relocation process'. Not that it was a real Relocation, just an Avatar swap, a much-needed change. Tavon getting set up; typing away at the computer, the two matching chairs were hooked into. The Transfer Room, looked like it was from, a syfy film about virtual reality. Jones began, carefully, placing the electrodes; that would soon be, feeding, his 'digital soul' into the Avatar's waiting memory bank, and processors. When he was done, he walked over and laid back in the opposite chair. Waiting patiently, for the younger man to finish his preparations.
The brunette smiled when he noticed Ianto, kissing the Avatar's forehead. He realized, it was like a ritual of luck; every Watcher had one. "All set for the transfer? So, keep this Avatar, on deck, or should I prep another?" Tavon asked, as he strapped Ianto into the chair. Then started to place the corresponding electrodes.
"This one is fine for now." Ianto replied. "In her name."
Tavon repeated the phrase as he finished. Smiling down at the man who'd became his friend, he softly added. "Have faith Watcher, I do, all is not lost yet."
Jones in return, giving a small smile, he didn't feel. The situation wasn't Tavon's fault. He had no reason to be anything, but nice to the young man. He closed his eyes; so ready for something different. Even though Isabell was what they called 'OG'. He hadn't been his birth self in so long, this was going to feel like a new experience. Jones felt a small jolt and everything went black.
~MiR~
"Owww! my bloody head." Isabelle/Ianto moaned, starting at the feminine voice. She looked down. Killer legs and dainty feet, toenails painted a bright blue. Silver fingernails and soft delicate hands. Rayne/Jones stood, and looked around the small flat. She knew this place, didn't she? Everything was hazy, like she was moving through cotton candy. Something beeped in her ear, and she froze, confused. It beeped again, and Isabelle smacked at her ear. Unknowingly pressing a button to activate the coms unit.
"Don't worry it's Tavon, your Specialist remember? The transfer went fine, but it isn't complete yet. So, sit and lay back before you pass out, the rest of your memories are still trying to process. There's a lot of them and keeping you standing is just making it take longer." The brunette's voice, chided in her ear, followed by a huff of laughter at his Watcher's stubbornness.
Rayne did what the voice said; holding her head in pain, as the 'download' was completed. She blacked out as everything, rebooted. Gasping, Isabelle sat up; patting herself down, as if to make sure she was ok. Her skin felt itchy with the residual 'slime', from the Avatar's Stasis Pod. Rayne hit the com as she stripped off the hospital gown, and padded to the ensuite.
"I know we set up a computer here, make sure to send me everything. Thanks, Tavon." Isabelle stated, turning the water on before pulling out the device and placing it by the sink. A nice hot shower would surely help getting used to being in a female body again.
She couldn't help it when she broke down; sobbing under the water's warm spray. Rayne should have known better. Of course, Jack would be upset, and react badly.
Time had moved differently, for the both of them. Waiting for the Relocation Suite to be ready; only a little over a month had passed where she was. While her Captain mourned the loss of his lover, every day, for a year. As much as it hurt her to not know. Isabelle understood why Harkness had decided. It was only fair, that she would have to wait, at least, that long for his answer. Rayne hoped, with everything she had; it wouldn't take Harkness the full year to come to a decision. Isabelle never knew Harkness to need that much time to make his mind up about anything.
TBC…
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