Hundred Theme Challenge, using Doctor Who and Torchwood. Suppose that makes this a cross over of the two genres, but as far as I'm concerned they're in the same Canon. Neither belong to me. Please read and review!
Police uniforms, dark and serious with their shiney badges and ironed creases and polished shoes. Red and blue flashing lights on the expensive cars, clean and imposing. Sirens, wailing against the twilight. His sister pulling him away from the window as the heavy knock shakes the door. It was all his fault. If he'd not tried to speak up at the hospital, making his father angry in front of the concerned looking nurse. She must've called the cops, after they'd left. If he'd not fallen off of the swing in the first place. If his father hadn't pushed him so hard, so high, so roughly. If his bones had been stronger and he hadn't broken his leg. If he'd never been born at all.
That would pretty much be worth it at this point, to save the trouble and embarassment. His father, face turning bright red as he was forced into handcuffs, taken away under suspected abuse. Maybe if anyone would let him speak, let full sentances get out of his mouth, maybe he could explain things. Maybe he, Ianto Jones, could make things right. But then his sister answers for him when the social services woman asks about his leg, still in the fresh cast, not yet signed by any of his school chums. Would he be able to go to school like this, with this much termoil? Would he be able to focus in class, keep up the grades he was so desperate to maintain only because he hoped on day they would make his father happy? Even in school it seemed to him he was always been spoken over, ignored, interrupted. His entire life seemed that way, always getting cut off, always being spoken for, or told to hush. It was a miracle he could get out a full thoug-
"Ianto!"
The fully grown man blinks, snapping back to his current reality, his real life, his adult life. He shakes his head, dismissing memories of a childhood long gone. "Yeah, Jack?"
"You didn't answer my question. You just stared off into space. Are you alright?"
Ianto forced a smile. "I'm fine. Just tired, I promise. What was the question again?"
Jack holds up a scanty police uniform, and twirls a pair of handcuffs with one finger. The chains clink and Ianto shivers. "Police. Are they hot?"
That smirk. Ianto can never deny that smirk. "Yeah. Of course they are. Everything you do is."