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Ianto leans back and lets his breath out as he stares up above his head. After all that panicking and forgetting his basic training he is now left with this?
Really?
It seems to go on forever like a train tunnel with no light at the end of it... oh yeah it's like one of Marilyn Monroe's legs ya know... and it goes up.
"Well, Mama never did say life was easy now." Ianto croaks out and then grins at himself, clearly still a little nuts right now. At least someone is making sense? Right?
Ianto considers options as he tries to work out how bloody long he had been in here. The phone might be a decoy, the way the stubble on his face rasped across his knuckles told him it had been more likely to have been a day.
He can't keep using his phone for a torch as his battery life will die in no time so he goes back into his inner pockets with a silent spike of hope. The phone was there, surely the matches and lighter… hah! He pulls out the box of matches and strikes one only to find it will not strike. Great, he was too rough, too panicked and it snapped instead of pulling across the flint paper.
He went to remove a second one but then he hesitates, hang on. What the hell is he doing?
The lighter idiot.
Ianto pulls out the lighter Jack likes to sit and click when thinking. When the dry cleaning was ready to pick up he was surprised to find a little box being shoved at him as the owner scolded for not checking pockets. Oh god… Jack. The gold lighter another relic from the war he seems to put in annoying places. Seriously, for a man who doesn't even bloody smoke he is…. Amazingly helpful right now.
He flicks the lighter open and with his thumb he rolls the striker and the flare of fire was immediate. Jack did always have quality. Something left in the pocket of his trousers at the dry cleaners now a wonderful addition to his madness and Ianto had to remember to tell Jack that he still lights up his life.
Cue a snigger at himself.
"Get a grip." Ianto croaks out after a little while "Look up."
It's like some sort of elevator shaft. A narrow one… a dumb waiter maybe? Smooth, shiny and it goes up… up… wait… wait… he is on the floor of something…. Up above him somewhere must be whatever goes up and down this shaft. God, not something to transport bodies right? No… stop it, there you go again. No. If you cannot lay flat in here, then a body wouldn't fit idiot. Be calm. No. It's something a single person might fit in… yeah. A service elevator or something.
He finds that if he braces himself he can walk up the walls, glad once again for that Parkour lifestyle he once embraced. You know… he misses that. H was good at it and it still helps with the odd race across rooftops. Man… he hadn't realized what an adrenaline junkie he was until Jack. I guess everything changed with Jack.
He slips and curses softly then takes a moment to breathe and reassess. Ok. Relax. Stop thinking about Jack, think about now.
Ianto continues to climb and starts to get a bad feeling that he was deeper than he thought he was, deep enough that no one would ever find you.
Ho fucking much farther?
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"JACK… I GOT A SINGLE PING! ANOTHER!"
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Ianto feels the sweat rolling down his back, you know that horrible feeling as it trickles. Fucksake, it's hot too. He thinks he is almost to the top, please god be the top… no. Fuck.
It's like an elbow turn sharply to the left and now he starts to feel those first tendrils of fear creeping in as a little voice in the back of his head tells him he might never escape. He might die down here, he might be a rat in an everlasting maze.
OK… panicking now.
Finally he sees a vent ahead, hinges… oh god.
Ianto seizes it and yanks for a few moments, then tells himself to calm down. Don't' pull… push.
Ianto braces himself then kicks at the vent and it flies away into the outside world, the light coming in to blind him momentarily. Then he was out, landing like a cat to slowly rise and look around the… what is this place? Tell me it's not a bloody warehouse.
Why is it always a warehouse?
Ianto sighs and then his eyes stop watering to settle on the man sitting in the chair like he had been waiting for him, his leer as large as the hard on he is trying to make sure Ianto can see.
"Hello There ye Candy, I've been waiting for you lover."
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QUESTIONS
Is Ianto happy to see him? Or wants to kill him?
Does he tell Ianto where they are? How long it has been?
Is John alone or is there someone else lurking?
What should Ianto's first comment be?
