I've had this idea since before Something Borrowed when I was rereading my Alex Rider books (I'd run out of reading material) and it was just BUGGING me! :D
So, here you are. Hot off the press ... enjoy!
Prologue
Two months. It took two months for his adventures with the Doctor to come reach their end. Two months for his team to spectacularly pull together … and fall apart without him.
He should have told them. Maybe if he had …
He'd returned to find Tosh and Owen finally aware of each others feelings, Ianto muddling on without him and Gwen … missing.
The arguments with a peeved off Owen, who'd been appointed unofficial leader, had lasted, it seemed, for hours:
"You should have stopped her!"
"You shouldn't have left!"
Tosh had eventually had the common decency to explain that they'd run a search to find a missing passport, a note to Rhys and a shoddy CCTV image that may or may not have been Gwen boarding a plane destined for a far away remote land.
He'd commented, too urgently, that they had to bring her back. Nobody had missed the look that had flitted across Ianto's face and he'd attempted, unsuccessfully, to cover it up with the fact that if she was going to walk out they had to retcon her first.
"No need - she's already done that for you. A couple of pills went missing the day she left."
His curses had echoed, without lapse, around the Hub for the next ten minutes; the remaining members of the Torchwood team had slunk out of his office as he damned the woman who'd made such an impact on his life and had then made the coherent decision to disappear out of it again. Didn't she want to remember him? It had only been two months. It couldn't have been that bad.
He'd missed her … the two months away had changed how he saw her, to be honest, how he saw his entire existence in Cardiff.
Apparently two months had changed how she saw him as well.
Well ?? What do you think ?? Any ideas ??
R&R please! :)
