The Torchwood Drabble Files

by badly-knitted

A collection of Torchwood drabbles that continues to grow. Thanks to everyone who's making this possible. You're greatly appreciated, so I'm reinstating an old game - the writer of every 100th review gets to request a drabble/ficlet of their choice. Still using a T rating to cover anything I might write, just to be safe.

360. Living Paradox

Title: Living Paradox

Author: badly-knitted

Characters: Ianto, mentions Jack

Rating: G

Written For: Challenge 314 – Weeds at tw100

Spoilers: CoE, House of the Dead radio play.

Summary: Ianto returns to earth far into the future.

Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, or the characters.

A/N: Boy, this is an angsty, gloomy one! Sorry, I'm not at all sure what came over me…

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I love Janto: Well, you know me, I don't hold with Ianto being dead so I resurrected him, tied a big red bow around him and gave him back to Jack.

Jack made the mistake of basing all his hopes and dreams on the Doctor returning for him, only to find that not only was the Doctor unable to do anything for him, he didn't even want to because he considered Jack an abomination, a stain on the fabric of reality. If not for Ianto, Jack might have sunk into despair.

Thank you!

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Standing among weeds in an overgrown cemetery, Ianto stared at the gravestone. It was disconcerting to see his own name carved in marble, along with the dates of his birth and death, and a simple inscription.

Beloved brother and uncle

He'd been buried here almost five hundred years ago, yet thanks to a combination of Syriath, Jack blowing up the House of the Dead, and the Rift finally spitting him out again, he was standing here alive and immortal, a living paradox.

But he didn't belong here anymore; everyone he knew was long gone.

Now he knew how Jack felt.

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The End