emeraldsnakes

Summary: There comes a time in every Sentinel's life when their immortality is revealed. When 21st Century Earth is the epicenter of the change that will decide the survival of the human race. What kind of consequences affect those who are preparing for the change as this immortality is revealed amongst one of their own. Is Torchwood really ready?

Words: 977
Title: Powerful and Destructive

Ianto stood stoically as Owen revived the frozen WWI soldier. He knew Tommy, had seen him among countless other soldiers as he returned to France early 1918 after being forced to make a personal report on why he'd killed his informant. Hopefully Tommy didn’t remember him but he couldn't be sure. A year ago Tommy had been eying him strangely, as if trying to place him so in all probability he did remember Ianto.

Tosh's affection for him worried him. One day Tommy would have to return home, one day he just wouldn't be with them anymore. He didn't want to see Tosh get hurt, she wouldn't have the full support of the team if she did. Two days ago Owen had finally realized that she had taken Ianto's revelation in stride and asked about it.

Tosh had learned everything because she'd heard him with Mary's telepathic necklace. She had confronted him about it and he told her to keep her from telling Jack. She knew more than Jack on it but that was because he didn't care. He trusted her. Jack wasn't all that pleased with them but nothing changed between them. Gwen, if possible, was even more jealous and it pissed him off so much that he'd invaded her thoughts.

He'd regretted it instantly, not because of morals but because her thoughts just made him feel disgusting. She was disgusting the way she lusted over Jack even though she would be getting married. She had no loyalty to Rhys anymore, she was just using him until she got what she wanted. And she hated Ianto, hated the fact that he was also immortal and could be with Jack forever. Ianto had showered in scalding hot water that night to try and feel a semblance of clean again. It hadn't worked all that well but he'd been able to put it behind him. Still made him feel gross every time he looked at her though.

He slipped out of Autopsy as Tommy began to take in his surroundings and continued his duties. The less Tommy saw him the less chance there was that Tommy recognized him. He stayed to the sidelines when Tommy was in the room except when his services were needed.

X.x.X.x.X.x.X.x.X.

I wouldn't change that for the world.

Into breathed in Jack's familiar scent as lazy hands traced over his body. It felt so good to be in Jack's arms again, to be intimate with him. Their date before had been planned but never happened because of Weevils. Ianto didn't care. The romantic stuff was nice but what he really loved with the intimacy an the trust they were building.

He jerked away from Jack's hands as they rand over a particularly sensitive spot and heard him chuckle. He smiled against Jack's skin and made himself comfortable again.

"If you could, would you prevent yourself from going to the past?" Jack asked softly. It was a reply to Ianto's earlier question about Jack returning home.

Two years after the War and still the hospitals were filled with the wounded, those who couldn't survive on their own and those whose wounds had started causing new problems. Ianto had finally returned to home soil after having joined the Canadian troops in the occupation of Berlin and remained even after they had been sent home.

He was in the Hospital because someone had decided to shoot him. Actually it had been an accident with the gun going off when it shouldn't have but it still pissed him off. He'd be dead if his reflexes hadn't kicked in. it was now just a shoulder wound.

His doctor was a young man, about thirty with straight cut sandy blond hair and emerald green eyes. He had a limp in his right leg, either a genetic defect or a war wound but Ianto didn't much care. It didn't make him less able to do his job.

"You're an odd one," Dr. Parks muttered.

Ianto raised an eyebrow at him, "In what way?"

"You haven't asked about my leg, nor do you stare at it like it will give you answers."

"It's none of my business," Ianto replied. "It's no one else's either."

Dr. Parks stared at him for a moment before returning to his work silently. Ianto relaxed himself so that he didn't feel anything and waited.

"Special Operations?" Parks wonder causally. "You look like it, act like it even."

Ianto glared at him, "Keep your opinions to yourself Doctor. You really don’t wan to know if you're right or not."

Parks smiled, "I know I am, but don't worry about it. Now, I want you back here in a week so I can check to see that the wound is healing properly."

"Not needed," Ianto replied.

He was given a hard stare, "I'll track you down myself if I have to. One week."

"No," Ianto answered into Jack's neck. "There were good times. And it gave me the freedom to train."

Jack hummed in acknowledgement, "What can you do?"

"Nothing legally," Ianto replied. "and I'm not talking about human governments or anything. We have laws with govern our interactions with the less advanced races. We aren't allowed to do anything which they themselves can't do. The laws are breaking down though as events have risen that we can't ignore."

"And if you're allowed?"

Ianto shrugged, "We can do almost anything. Destroy the whole galaxy if we wanted to and hell, we had to do that once. Every living thing that wasn't protected died. We restored things though, created new life but it was, apparently, never the same. It won’t ever happen again, the weapon was destroyed and we won't be making another."

"You all have dark pasts, don't you," Jack murmured kissing him.

"Everyone's past has darkness, it just depends on how dark that past is."