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Title: You're falling Ianto Jones, take my hand - Epilogue
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17, dark, angst
Spoilers: Not really, somewhere in season 2
Disclaimer: No, I don't know them
Summary: Torchwood always save the day, but maybe not this times...
Summary chapter: Ianto is falling….
Notes: Ok, this is not a Christmas tales, this prompt didn't want to leave me alone, so I wrote it. And no I'm not insane, I'm only a teach. HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!
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You’re falling Ianto Jones, take my hand
Asleep, The Smiths
Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
I don't want to wake up
On my own anymore
Sing to me
Sing to me
I don't want to wake up
On my own anymore
Don't feel bad for me […]
Epilogue
The darkness, it's everywhere, like he’s fallen into a deep hole. The cold air, all around him, like an invisible hand caressing the back of his neck. Ianto Jones walks alone in a place he doesn’t recognize.
“My little boy, what are you doing here? Whispers a warmth voice behind him.
“Mum?”
“I’m here baby, I’m here…”
“Mum, what is this place?”
“It’s where you go when you are dying…”
“I’m dying? … Mum... It all feels wrong….”
“I know baby…”
The woman takes him into her arms and Ianto feels like nothing else matters. She sings to him softly, for the little boy she left all too soon, for the son she did not cradle enough, for all the times she wasn't there to chase away the nightmares.
“You’re not supposed to be here…” Says the woman as she caresses Ianto’s hair.
“I did some awful things… I’m a bad person, I’m a monster…” Ianto whispered his voice shaky.
“No, don’t say that. It isn’t true, it really isn’t. You’re just my boy lost in the big world…”Says the woman, before taking Ianto’s face in her hands.
“There was a man, he ordered me to do all those horrible things … and I did it… There was a part of me that loved it…” Confesses Ianto with his eyes closed.
“The man is dead… He disappeared when you killed yourself, you were the link between him and reality… You severed that link, you saved the day my beautiful son…” Says the woman proudly.
“Mum, I don’t want to die…”
“Then wake up Ianto…”
“I don’t know how…”
“You know my son, you know…”
Suddenly the protective arms are not there anymore. He’s alone in the cold darkness. He’s falling and the sensation comes over him as a wave; the feeling of falling apart terrifies him. Ianto Jones screams, but there is no one there to listen.
Six hours before
It’s a cold in the blank white room. It’s not a place where you can hear joyous exclamations and laughter. It’s a room where time looks to have stopped, where sadness and despair grasp gradually at a person’s throat. In this room a woman looks to be sleeping, whilst a man cries softly at her side.
“Please Gwen, don’t leave me alone… Wake up my love… I’m here now…”
But the woman doesn’t reacts. She simply stays there in the silence.
“I need you babe… You know the meeting I have next week? Well, I know you said don’t go shopping alone, but I went and…Gwen, I’m not good with colour you know that. I bought this awful yellow shirt; the shop assistant told me it looked great… But, when I returned home...”
A profound sigh interrupts his monologue. In an instant, the woman wakes up.
“Gwen? Ah! Gwen!”
“Rhys… I told you… never going shopping… alone…”
“I swear my love! Never ever again!”
In this cold and white room, lovers embrace each other. The man caresses the woman’s hair and makes the promise he will always be in her side through all the darkness. And she believes him, she’s knows the monster is gone now, she’s no longer afraid. .
Eight hours after
In another room, another game is playing out. However, this time, the man who lies there doesn’t wake up; instead he falls slowly into death’s cold arms. His lover is by his side, he can’t do anything to help and so he just has to wait. He closes his eyes, kisses his young lover’s lips and whispers encouraging words into his ears. Deep inside him, he knows the game is never over. Ianto is not alone, he’s there for him.
Ianto is falling, he’s dying.
“Ianto”
“Jack?”
“Ianto come back to me.”
“Jack! Help me!”
“You’re falling Ianto Jones, take my hand…”
In front of him, a big and strong hand appears in the darkness, and without hesitation Ianto Jones catches it furiously. The falling stops, the darkness disappears as raging river brings him into the light.
In this cold room something changes, a sparkle of hope passes across Jack’s eyes. Ianto squeezes his hand.
“Ianto?”
“Jack?”
“Ianto wake up.”
“I can’t!”
“Ianto open your eyes, just do it for me…”
He opens his eyes, but the light hurts him. A hand touches his face, lips kiss his mouth, and suddenly he feels so alive.
“Welcome back Ianto Jones.”
Ianto smiles in return, he’s too weak to speak. Strong arms embrace him. He’s safe now.
**************
It is a wonderful day in Cardiff, a beautiful sunny day. The children are playing in the park, women are all smiling in the fresh early spring, men are laughing loudly and flirting with them. Cardiff is a wonderful place to live. The population are safe; because Torchwood is there to protect them. No matter, what the price to pay is, the monsters will always be punished.
Fin
