TeachWriteSlash - My friend, sorry but I am all out of Feather Verse. I think it has run it's course in my head so I shall start a new one just for you. What if Ianto gets himself another Kat… hmmmm?
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Ianto's first moments of awareness were soft hands.
So soft and silky they were like rabbit's fur as they brushed the hair back from his face and the soft crooning was like singing. He didn't know how long he had drifted, only that this was a lovely place to linger. It felt like he was in a huge vat of chocolate milk or something, laying there floating in a warm hot chocolate and the pillow under his head was a marshmallow. It smelt like that too … he felt mushy and squishy and so damned good.
Every now and then something plucked at his neck and then tore way like a sticking plaster, then more crooning and rubbing on that spot then the blissful floating again and that lovely singing.
Jack? Is that you singing?
Ianto sighed softly, moving as he tire dot find something solid in the liquid bit there seemed to be just endless black. And the voice that was so familiar.
Cariad?
The silence was unnerving and he now lamented the fact he had caused it by calling out. Then the soft singing resumed, this time a familiar one. Moonlight Serenade. Ah. Jack used to love this one.
Ianto drifted.
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"But when?"
The voice was so far away that he could barely hear it but the plaintive sound to the voice was more like a whine. A yowl.
"Soon little one. You are not supposed to be in here, go back to the nursery with your litter mates please" came a gentle feminine voice.
"Yes Sister" the whiney voice agreed and Ianto was once more in silence.
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Someone was with him.
He could feel the pressure along one side that made him think a small body was there with him. IT moved now and then, like it was restless but he felt no fear. It was a friendly pressure. Whoever or whatever it was… it did not mean him harm.
"Banksy… what are you doing there?" the feminine voice scolded in that sing-song way.
"He was alone" came the small voice that Ianto now could tell what not a whine or a whinge at all. It was a small child. A child was there with him and Ianto felt a surge of affection that had the little body wriggling against his hip like it could feel his affection for it.
He was not floating now… he was in a bed.
Clearly in a bed.
"Banksy, come on… get out of there" came a scold, stronger this time.
"No" the child whined, an arm crossing Ianto's chest to cling to him "I wanna stay with Yano."
A sigh told both child and Ianto that the woman was giving in and then came rubbing of that furry warmth against his shoulder and neck as the little one nuzzled in. Must be wearing a little woolen hat or something.
Ianto went back to sleep
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Snoring. Gentle snoring as Ianto struggled to open his eyes and looked around the dimly lit room. A medical room. A Hospital room? Ianto turned his head to look at the little one snoring to find a face on the pillow, so close he could touch noses if he wanted but that face was as unfamiliar to him as breathing in custard.
A childlike face, about the size of a little four or five year old child but… it was not a mask he was wearing at all. Not a hat or some sort of ... no. Ianto was staring straight into the face of a cat. Like… a cat person.
Catkind
Ianto blinked as he tried not to jump in the bed "Who… who was that?"
A friend
Ianto looked around the room and could see no one but the voice had been so clear. He struggled to sit up and found himself to be so weak, so damned weak. "Where am I?"
New New York.
"New York?" Ianto reached up and rubbed his face, alarmed to find a beard there.
No. NEW New York. Another Planet.
"Oh god. Right … of course" Ianto sighed as he looked around once more and reached out to tuck the blanket around the little one who was still snoring softly. He could not hide the soft smile as he stroked that furry face "So… this being is no unique to here?"
"No" another voice said and Ianto turned his head to find a woman standing there in what looked like a nun's habit, her paws clasped together in front of her as she stared at him with cat's eyes in a furry face.
"OK, I am not going to say I am freaked out, I am going to admit to being a little confused though" Ianto said to the Kat who entered and saw the little one, her face showing annoyance as she sighed.
"Did he wake you? I am sorry. He is an orphan and we have tried to re-home him but once they get to this age it is hard. Not little and cute anymore" she apologized.
"Not cute? Are you kidding? He's gorgeous" Ianto defended the child with open annoyance.
"He said you would want to keep him" she sighed.
"Who?"
"The voice in your head, the one singing to you all the time?" she smiled and Ianto realized she did not know he was also taking with him.
"Yes. Who is that?"
"That is the Face of Boe."