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The Storms of Change: Chapter Two
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:1,302
Title: Empty Return
Staring at the entrance to Torchwood 3 made Ianto feel incredibly old and he wondered if he could really act as if nothing had happened to him, as if all was well in Ianto-land. Nothing was well with him anymore though. He'd waited two hundred years to get back to these people; his team; his life and now it felt all wrong. He didn't feel as if he belonged anymore, he didn't belong anywhere.
Living though Revolutions and so many wars had drained the life out of him. He had become a zombie, dead to the world as he existed and let time pass him by. The marvel at being back in time had passed quickly as he realized he would be living though the good and bad of history, the good and bad that he knew he didn't really want to face.
Could he face the team again, could he face Jack and pretend that he hadn't changed? He was so different now, nothing like the Teaboy he use to be. He was a soldier, a killer with an aim so perfect it seemed as if he was born for it. He was smarter, so much more because he'd received access to the Alteran Database. He knew practically everything there was to know this side of the galaxy. He could easily do Tosh's job, hell even Owen's since he'd gone to medical school twenty years back out of sheer boredom. He couldn't pretend that he didn't know, that Ianto Jones was no longer him.
Taking a deep breath he opened the door to the tourist shop and entered, breathing in the smell of long forgotten familiarity. Memories rushed back, things that had been pushed away to the deep places of his mind, memories of Gwen holding pizza boxes, Jack holding a gun to his head, the jar with The Doctor's hand smashed on the floor, Jack and him fucking in the back room.
Jack. He'd missed Jack so much, missed his touch, his body, his constant sexual comments but most of all his eyes. Jack's eyes were like nothing he'd ever seen before. They were so old yet so full of life and knowledge. They were the one feature of Jack that he'd clearly remembered, that he'd dreamed about coming back to.
The Hub hadn't changed much from what he could see as the cog door rolled back allowing him entrance. He didn't get to see much before a blur of dark hair collided with him and hugged him tightly.
"Hello Tosh," he said with a smile as he hugged her back. It could only be Tosh, she was the only person he knew who wore that distinct brand of perfume which brought back so many more memories. She was also the only woman who would hug him with such enthusiasm.
"You're alive," Tosh said in wonderment, gazing up at him. "We thought you were gone forever."
Ianto frowned, "How long have I been away?"
Ianto couldn't really remember the exact date Bilis had sent him to the past, the dates had all blurred together so that he could distinguish any of them.
"Ten days," Tosh answered. "It was terrible Ianto, first you then Jack."
Ianto froze, "Jack? What about Jack?"
Something had happened in the past ten days and Ianto almost didn't want to know what it was. Anything could have happened and if Jack had somehow found a way to die permanently he would never forgive himself.
"Ianto where did you go? What happened?" Gwen asked.
Ianto sighed. They all had so many questions for each other, some he knew that could never be answered.
"I don't know where I was." Ianto told her. He saw a flash of something in Tosh's eyes and knew that she didn't believe him.
Owen huffed, "Whatever, least we'll get some decent coffee. Come on, I'll run the tests to make sure you're you and we’ll tell you what happened to your shag."
Ianto scowled but followed him down to autopsy and sat on the cold metal table, not that he felt the cold seeping though is clothes, he had long since become immune to it, and not in the good way.
As Owen started poking needles in him Gwen and Tosh explained what had happened after he'd disappeared. Bilis had done a good job in getting rid of him because no hologram would make him betray Jack, not a second time. He would have stopped the team, and if he hadn't he would have taken on Abaddon himself. Jack had been dead for three fucking days because of it.
To hear that Jack had run off with The Doctor was a bit heartbreaking. Jack wouldn't come back, at least not willingly because no one left The Doctor willingly. Jack would never come back, not to their time anyway. And who was he to blame, why settle in 21st Century Earth when you could have the universe? His own father would run off with The Doctor if given the chance, and his job consisted of traveling two galaxies in his own spaceship. No, Jack was gone forever.
Ianto tried not to let that knowledge visibly affect him, but to learn that the one thing he'd been waiting for was gone made him wonder why the hell he'd bothered trying. What was the fucking point? Jack was gone and Torchwood probably wouldn't last much longer without him. Jack had been the one constant thing about it as its members changed and progressed through the ages, he had kept it alive and doing its work. No one else was like that, no one in the team had what it took to keep them all together for such a long period of time. Without him they would fall apart, it was just a matter of time.
Gwen would be the first to leave. She had a life outside of Torchwood, a lover who wanted a future with her and an unrequited love for Jack that Ianto had the satisfaction of knowing would never ever be returned. She would break hard and fast, there were things about Torchwood and about the universe she would never be able to handle. Owen would stay only because of medical curiosity. No matter what he said about their job it was the only think that kept him coming back. He'd lost someone to aliens and e was going to make damn sure no one else had to go through the same shit. But Owen's loyalty would wear out, he would tire of the same endless shit day after day wondering why he bothered. What hope he held for ensuring no one died like his fiancée would leave him, and why should he hope when the one person who gave him hope had left. Tosh would stay until her heart could no longer stand it. She just needed someone who could understand and lover her but he longer she went without it or the more bad relationships she got into that failed would break her spirit and she just wouldn't be able to take it anymore. How long she and Owen stayed would be determined by life's course, but not matter what they would stay a lot longer than Gwen. They were loyal to Torchwood in a way she never would be.
"Well mate, it's good to have your coffee back," Owen said with a smirk. "Now get me some before I lose it."
Ianto chuckled, hopping off the table. For now though, they would be the same. The others would wait anxiously for Jack for some time before figuring out what Ianto already knew. With a nod to Tosh and Gwen he left autopsy to make them some coffee. At least their need for it hadn't changed.
Chapter Three
Words:1,302
Title: Empty Return
Staring at the entrance to Torchwood 3 made Ianto feel incredibly old and he wondered if he could really act as if nothing had happened to him, as if all was well in Ianto-land. Nothing was well with him anymore though. He'd waited two hundred years to get back to these people; his team; his life and now it felt all wrong. He didn't feel as if he belonged anymore, he didn't belong anywhere.
Living though Revolutions and so many wars had drained the life out of him. He had become a zombie, dead to the world as he existed and let time pass him by. The marvel at being back in time had passed quickly as he realized he would be living though the good and bad of history, the good and bad that he knew he didn't really want to face.
Could he face the team again, could he face Jack and pretend that he hadn't changed? He was so different now, nothing like the Teaboy he use to be. He was a soldier, a killer with an aim so perfect it seemed as if he was born for it. He was smarter, so much more because he'd received access to the Alteran Database. He knew practically everything there was to know this side of the galaxy. He could easily do Tosh's job, hell even Owen's since he'd gone to medical school twenty years back out of sheer boredom. He couldn't pretend that he didn't know, that Ianto Jones was no longer him.
Taking a deep breath he opened the door to the tourist shop and entered, breathing in the smell of long forgotten familiarity. Memories rushed back, things that had been pushed away to the deep places of his mind, memories of Gwen holding pizza boxes, Jack holding a gun to his head, the jar with The Doctor's hand smashed on the floor, Jack and him fucking in the back room.
Jack. He'd missed Jack so much, missed his touch, his body, his constant sexual comments but most of all his eyes. Jack's eyes were like nothing he'd ever seen before. They were so old yet so full of life and knowledge. They were the one feature of Jack that he'd clearly remembered, that he'd dreamed about coming back to.
The Hub hadn't changed much from what he could see as the cog door rolled back allowing him entrance. He didn't get to see much before a blur of dark hair collided with him and hugged him tightly.
"Hello Tosh," he said with a smile as he hugged her back. It could only be Tosh, she was the only person he knew who wore that distinct brand of perfume which brought back so many more memories. She was also the only woman who would hug him with such enthusiasm.
"You're alive," Tosh said in wonderment, gazing up at him. "We thought you were gone forever."
Ianto frowned, "How long have I been away?"
Ianto couldn't really remember the exact date Bilis had sent him to the past, the dates had all blurred together so that he could distinguish any of them.
"Ten days," Tosh answered. "It was terrible Ianto, first you then Jack."
Ianto froze, "Jack? What about Jack?"
Something had happened in the past ten days and Ianto almost didn't want to know what it was. Anything could have happened and if Jack had somehow found a way to die permanently he would never forgive himself.
"Ianto where did you go? What happened?" Gwen asked.
Ianto sighed. They all had so many questions for each other, some he knew that could never be answered.
"I don't know where I was." Ianto told her. He saw a flash of something in Tosh's eyes and knew that she didn't believe him.
Owen huffed, "Whatever, least we'll get some decent coffee. Come on, I'll run the tests to make sure you're you and we’ll tell you what happened to your shag."
Ianto scowled but followed him down to autopsy and sat on the cold metal table, not that he felt the cold seeping though is clothes, he had long since become immune to it, and not in the good way.
As Owen started poking needles in him Gwen and Tosh explained what had happened after he'd disappeared. Bilis had done a good job in getting rid of him because no hologram would make him betray Jack, not a second time. He would have stopped the team, and if he hadn't he would have taken on Abaddon himself. Jack had been dead for three fucking days because of it.
To hear that Jack had run off with The Doctor was a bit heartbreaking. Jack wouldn't come back, at least not willingly because no one left The Doctor willingly. Jack would never come back, not to their time anyway. And who was he to blame, why settle in 21st Century Earth when you could have the universe? His own father would run off with The Doctor if given the chance, and his job consisted of traveling two galaxies in his own spaceship. No, Jack was gone forever.
Ianto tried not to let that knowledge visibly affect him, but to learn that the one thing he'd been waiting for was gone made him wonder why the hell he'd bothered trying. What was the fucking point? Jack was gone and Torchwood probably wouldn't last much longer without him. Jack had been the one constant thing about it as its members changed and progressed through the ages, he had kept it alive and doing its work. No one else was like that, no one in the team had what it took to keep them all together for such a long period of time. Without him they would fall apart, it was just a matter of time.
Gwen would be the first to leave. She had a life outside of Torchwood, a lover who wanted a future with her and an unrequited love for Jack that Ianto had the satisfaction of knowing would never ever be returned. She would break hard and fast, there were things about Torchwood and about the universe she would never be able to handle. Owen would stay only because of medical curiosity. No matter what he said about their job it was the only think that kept him coming back. He'd lost someone to aliens and e was going to make damn sure no one else had to go through the same shit. But Owen's loyalty would wear out, he would tire of the same endless shit day after day wondering why he bothered. What hope he held for ensuring no one died like his fiancée would leave him, and why should he hope when the one person who gave him hope had left. Tosh would stay until her heart could no longer stand it. She just needed someone who could understand and lover her but he longer she went without it or the more bad relationships she got into that failed would break her spirit and she just wouldn't be able to take it anymore. How long she and Owen stayed would be determined by life's course, but not matter what they would stay a lot longer than Gwen. They were loyal to Torchwood in a way she never would be.
"Well mate, it's good to have your coffee back," Owen said with a smirk. "Now get me some before I lose it."
Ianto chuckled, hopping off the table. For now though, they would be the same. The others would wait anxiously for Jack for some time before figuring out what Ianto already knew. With a nod to Tosh and Gwen he left autopsy to make them some coffee. At least their need for it hadn't changed.
Chapter Three