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A/N; OK so I like this one better than the last. Now i haven't finished 'from out of the rain' yet but i have plans for the rest of the chapters. I am going to try and put as many up as possible over today and tomorrow because i move on Thursday, which means that i wont be able to update nearly as often. Anyway ENJOY!!
Something Borrowed
I put the my black and white wedding photo back into the slightly rusted metal box, a box of memories, evidence of my forever timeless existence. I sigh inwardly and begin to wonder around my 'home'. I'm really starting to regret telling Ianto to go home for the night, but he needs his sleep, they all do, after the day we just had, I'll be surprised to see any of them before noon. It's times like this that I wish for the mortal ability of sleep, just a time where I can close my eyes and escape the pressures of the waking world. I have found that the only way I can use that escape is with somebody else, if I'm alone I'm haunted, haunted by the memories I have been fighting for over a century to forget.
I find myself walking around the desks of my team. Owen's once held empty food cartons and ticket stubs from random gigs, now, it seems sadly bare, like something is missing. Toshiko's shows the girl before she was lost to UNIT, well a glimpse of her, a shadow of a soul before it was damaged. Then I find Gwen's, here I see a photo of her and Rhys. They are just what a couple should be, carefree and happy. I smile to myself as I look at this image. I do not regret my decision, Gwen can be happy forever with her Welshman, and I can be happy with mine. It actually takes me aback at how easy it was to let her go, to hand the damsel in distress over to another hero. But then maybe that's why it was so easy, I know that Rhys is the perfect hero for her and he would and has, taken a bullet for her, and I have no doubt that he would do it again.
I walk over and gaze at the metal espresso machine, Ianto is a confusing creature when he wants to be, and if I'm honest with myself, that's why I love him. He had said that I needed to take some time and decide who I really wanted to be with, but that in no way stopped him from flirting with me worse than ever. Not that I can honestly blame him. Ianto trying not to flirt or be with me is like an alcoholic locking himself in a room stocked full of Italy's finest vintage wines.
That final dance with Gwen really got to me, it seemed poetic and cruel. It was another final bitter sweet moment to add to my slightly rusted metal box of memories. Part of me is happy for Gwen, because she has fought, and is still fighting, the hardest to keep some shred of a normal life, for which I am grateful about. But I can't run away from that feeling of finality, knowing that after today's vows I will never get my chance at a life with this particular damsel.
But then, what I'm getting in return for sacrificing that chance, is worth so much more. I get Ianto Jones, and that's better than any prize won at the fair.
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