Torchwood Ianto Jones MIAMissing In Action Chapter 15, a Doctor Who + Torchwood Crossover fanfic

Okay. This MIGHT be the last chapter, I don't know for sure.... strange that – I don't even know the ending of my own fic!

Anyway, it's pretty late where I am and this is unbeta'd so any mistakes are not mine but are the by-product of too little sleep and not enough caffeine!

Anywho, hope you enjoy the chapter...

!!Alonzey!!

Chapter 15

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THIS IS SET WHEN OWEN IS HEADING UP TO IANTO'S ROOM AND WHEN HE'S WAITING FOR THEM TO FINISH TALKING (see chapter 14).

IANTO & THE DOCTOR

"The greatest loss of time is delay and expectation, which depend upon the future. We let go the present, which we have in our power, and look forward to that which depends upon chance, and so relinquish a certainty for an uncertainty."

Seneca, Roman dramatist, philosopher & politician (5BC - 65AD)

Almost as if time had stopped Ianto froze and felt... nothing. Well, he felt something... it could've been shock, probably was shock but his brain refused to even acknowledge that fact as it ground to a halt. The cogs of his thought process jolting to a stop as the mother of all wrenches was thrown into the mechanics of his precious brain. He was sure he could hear the whisperings of time and space seeping from everything around him, from everyone!

It was amazing and terrifying, to hear and see everything that the Universe was and is and ever has been and will be. It could inspire some to become great and to see the wonder that surrounded them, that flowed through them and everything else. It could terrify and belittle others who would see themselves as nothing when compared to it all on the large-scale of things, their belief and faith would be ripped apart and they themselves gutted because of its magnitude. Then there was those who thought that it was nothing special, just the way things are/were/will-be, they accept it and live with it, they live through it like it's nothing much. Ianto had no idea which of types of person he was but at that moment in time, after having one heck of a bombshell dropped on his head from 40'000 feet, he was vying towards being the slightly hysterical, feeling like nothing type.

Which was only natural for a person who'd not long just woken up for a pretty long sleep after nearly dying and, instead of being greeted by worried friends and large quantities of chocolate and crappy coffee, he'd been greeted by a Time Lord – who he personally considered to be crazy – that then proceeded to tell him he was the second evolution of some great and mighty race that said Time Lord was the sole-survivor of. He thought it was, well, he thought it was laughable to say the least. Him, a Time Lord! Now he thought this was an awful joke, he was just the Teaboy – excluding the fact that he'd survived Canary Wharf, hidden a partially-converted girlfriend right under his bosses nose and was more than capable at taking down a Weevil alone!

"Ianto?..."

As his name floated across the down to him he felt as though it was winding up the clock on the mantle, resetting time, starting it up again; sending it back to its normal rhythm. As sudden as a gun shot is loud, time picked up where it left off – to him at least – the beeping of the heart monitor continued, a little bit faster than before, the stars twinkled through the large window off to his left and the Doctor was speaking quietly. Murmuring to him. Words only he was meant to hear.

"Ianto. I know this is a lot to take in right now, especially in your condition, but I needed to tell you. I'm sorry that I didn't wait until you were better, I really am. But, I've been alone for so long that when I was drawn here to you it was almost too much to believer, too good to be true. I just couldn't not tell you!"

The Doctor sounded both elated about the knowledge of Ianto's 'new' species and saddened by the fact that he'd been the only Time Lord to exist. No... that wasn't right. That was... wrong? He wasn't the only Time Lord.

"I'm the last of my people Ianto. The other's... they're all dead, space-dust. Up until you, I've been the only Time Lord." He continued talking about the fact that he was the last Time Lord. Ianto wasn't really listening anymore, his mind was listening to the whispers, the calls that he heard through space and time. Almost like ripples on the water of a pond.

Not alone... one other... Time Lords... Y.A.N.A... Massssssttttttttteeeeeerrrrrrrrrr...........

"Not alone." Ianto interrupted the Doctor's ramblings and spoke so softly and quietly that the Doctor had to strain to hear him. He wondered briefly how such a soft voice could've stopped him so abruptly when even Rose hadn't been able to stop him without giving him a slap, or kick in the shin.

"What?" The Doctor was confused, he didn't know why though which just confused him even more.

"Not Alone. You're not alone. There's one other, besides me. I can hear it... whispers... echoes across space and time..." Ianto replied, looking at the Doctor, his eyes piercing his defences and boring deep down into his soul – it scared him to know that someone so young could do such a thing, he'd definitely underestimated Ianto Jones.

"What? Whispers? Ianto, I've never heard..." The Doctor felt even more confused but now he felt worried and... afraid? What was Ianto saying? That there was another Time Lord out there? There couldn't be though, they were all dead, besides himself... unless...

"Y.A.N.A. The whispers, they keep saying Y.A.N.A. And something else... Master, they keep saying Master." Ianto continued, as though the Doctor hadn't spoken, absently noticing that Owen had just entered the room and was waiting for them to finish talking.

The Doctor's face paled dramatically, his hands gripping the arms of his seat as he looked at Ianto with shock, surprise, fear, pain and anger in his eyes.

"The Master was Saxon, wasn't he?" Ianto said softly, his eyes showing understanding as the Doctor nodded dumbly. "He didn't regenerate?" The Doctor shook his head, his eyes locked onto Ianto's, "But he's still alive. Somewhere out in space and time, out in the universe he's alive." The Doctor didn't reply to this, he merely stared in disbelief.

"I know this is hard to believe Doctor but he's still alive, he still breathes, still has hate within his soul. I can't really explain how or why I know this, but all I do know is that the whispers are telling me. They're quietening now though." Ianto smiled slightly as he reached out a hand to gently prise one of the Doctor's hands from the arm of his seat and holding it lightly.

The Doctor felt calmer when Ianto held his hand, it was a strange feeling really. He'd never had anyone hold his hand when he was afraid or shocked, most of the time they just said 'Doctor?' looking to him for the answers, expecting him to fix everything. It was nice for someone to not look at him with expectation, to hold his hand instead of simply stare at him, it felt nice to be cared for instead of being the carer.

After a few moments the Doctor felt calm enough to give a soft squeeze of Ianto's hand and release his grip on the other chair arm. He looked at Ianto and noticed that his eyes were calm, relaxed and far too old for the young face they were set in. They spoke of experience's that weighed on the soul, that ever so slightly tore it apart and wore him down. The Doctor's eyes probably reflected the same and he knew that Jack's did, especially after everything that had happened to him lately. Sighing quietly he said softly, "You should go back to sleep Ianto. Get some rest, you need to heal. And when you wake up in the morning we'll have a talk about this properly. You need time to process the knowledge that you're a Time Lord, it's quite a shock to the system." Ianto's lips lifted into a half-smirk and his eyes flashed momentarily with amusement, before he nodded and slipped his hand out of the Doctor's grasp – the Doctor feeling sad at the loss of contact – before snuggling down in the bed and closing his eyes.

Ianto quickly opened his eyes though when Owen came over and flicked through his chart before saying to him, his tone almost sensitive, "Well teaboy, you'll be up and about in no time. Which is good for you because I'm going through coffee-withdrawal and that's not a good thing to have happen to the guy who does your physicals."

Ianto grinned at Owen and said, his tone of voice clearly mocking, "I wouldn't do such a thing to you Owen. I'm not the sadistic doctor with a needle fetish."

He laughed lightly as he watched Owen glare at him half-heartedly and the Doctor start chuckling quietly.

"Cheeky bastard.. just you wait... if you thought those needles I used before were big... they're nothing compared to the ones I'm going to come at you with now!" Owen grumbled shoving the chart back into it's slot and moving to check Ianto's pulse.

Ianto smirked, his eye's flashing with mischief, and he decided to let loose his inner-Jack. He looked at Owen and waited until Owen looked him in the eye before leering at him and saying in a husky voice, and with amusement and mischief in his blue eyes, "Oh Owen. You can come with me any time you know that."

He grinned when he saw Owen's eyes widen in surprise and his mouth forming words but making no sounds before Owen glared at him and said, his voice showing his exasperation, "Dear God Ianto! Jack's been rubbing off on you hasn't he? Wait! Don't answer that! Shut-up and stop smirking at me! Go to sleep you bloody cheeky bastard!"

Chuckling slightly Ianto decided to do as Owen said and laid his head back on the pillow, closed his eyes and quickly fell into a nice sleep full of scenes of him and Jack teasing Owen, and of distant planets where he stood on a golden beach watching a fire-fight between two adversaries, then on a metallic cliff that overhung an ocean of acid, and onto a planet made of crystals... the planets kept coming and so did the images of himself and Jack teasing Owen whilst on thousands of different planetary surfaces.

Well! There you go. Chapter 15! Seems I've got another chapter to write! I would love to know what you thought of this... please!

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