Title: Rooftops, Rifts and Random Acts (Part 2/11)
Author: Neyne
Rating: PG-13-ish
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters. I just play with them.
Spoilers: Reference to the events of 'Adrift'. This is an End of Days AU though.
Summary: Something happens when Jack is away, and neither Torchwood, nor Ianto are the same afterwards.
A/N: A huge thank you to![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
the9thdoctor for betaing (and putting up with me for over a month now)!
Part One
Ianto had often heard people talk about the life 'out there' on other planets. Sometimes they were aliens that had come through the Rift, spending their hopefully short time on earth talking about their home. These stories fascinated the Welshman, and he'd always listen when Jack told them about his former adventures, even though his stories were mostly about sex.
Soon, Ianto realized that those stories never lived up to reality.
During the first few weeks on New Earth he refused to accept that there was no way back. Surely the humans here had to be evolved enough to have invented a time machine by now? He was disappointed. Apparently only the so-called Time Agents were able to travel in time, using some kind of Vortex Manipulator. Even for Ianto, the process was too complicated to understand. However, he knew one thing: Jack had had one of the things. Jack, of all people. Jack who could get him back. Jack who had left him, probably exploring Time and Space at this very moment, not knowing and not caring that Ianto had gone missing, never to be found. Because he wasn't lost in space, where they'd at least have a chance to get him back. No, he was lost in time. And you couldn't escape from time.
At least that was what everybody said. The first person Ianto met on New Earth was a guy called Marc. Not quite pure-blood human, but at least both his parents had been more or less human and he himself looked like someone Ianto wouldn't have noticed if he'd passed him on the street. Marc turned out to be a nice, caring guy and obviously interested in Ianto, which the latter successfully tried to ignore. He showed the young Welshman around, introduced him to important people, and made sure he'd have a proper life if he decided to settle down on the planet. Which Ianto didn't.
When the time machine theory didn't work out, he didn't give up, but searched for other options. The Rift, he though. The Rift had brought him here, so it had to be able to bring him back. Maybe not now, and maybe not the next day, but some day it had to work. It took a while until Ianto could actually meet people who knew what he was talking about and who gave him a Rift predictor. A pretty good one, to say the least.
Too good. Because if the device hadn't somehow malfunctioned, and he doubted that, there would be no Rift activities that could bring him back home during the next twelve earth-months. A year, and nobody could say for sure whether anything would happen afterwards. It was possible that it would never happen.
Hope left Ianto for a while.
During all the time the former receptionist struggled to find a way, to do something, Marc never left his side. And when Ianto finally gave in, he didn't leave either. He had offered to let Ianto stay at his apartment when he had first met him, and since Ianto had never complained, he saw no reason to change that. It was because of this, that he realized how bad Ianto felt about it all.
Sometimes, he'd wake up in the middle of the night, only to find Ianto standing on the balcony, staring into oblivion. Watching the stars and waiting, waiting for something to come and take him back home. Because he didn't belong here. He never would.
Chapter Three
Author: Neyne
Rating: PG-13-ish
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters. I just play with them.
Spoilers: Reference to the events of 'Adrift'. This is an End of Days AU though.
Summary: Something happens when Jack is away, and neither Torchwood, nor Ianto are the same afterwards.
A/N: A huge thank you to
the9thdoctor for betaing (and putting up with me for over a month now)!Part One
Ianto had often heard people talk about the life 'out there' on other planets. Sometimes they were aliens that had come through the Rift, spending their hopefully short time on earth talking about their home. These stories fascinated the Welshman, and he'd always listen when Jack told them about his former adventures, even though his stories were mostly about sex.
Soon, Ianto realized that those stories never lived up to reality.
During the first few weeks on New Earth he refused to accept that there was no way back. Surely the humans here had to be evolved enough to have invented a time machine by now? He was disappointed. Apparently only the so-called Time Agents were able to travel in time, using some kind of Vortex Manipulator. Even for Ianto, the process was too complicated to understand. However, he knew one thing: Jack had had one of the things. Jack, of all people. Jack who could get him back. Jack who had left him, probably exploring Time and Space at this very moment, not knowing and not caring that Ianto had gone missing, never to be found. Because he wasn't lost in space, where they'd at least have a chance to get him back. No, he was lost in time. And you couldn't escape from time.
At least that was what everybody said. The first person Ianto met on New Earth was a guy called Marc. Not quite pure-blood human, but at least both his parents had been more or less human and he himself looked like someone Ianto wouldn't have noticed if he'd passed him on the street. Marc turned out to be a nice, caring guy and obviously interested in Ianto, which the latter successfully tried to ignore. He showed the young Welshman around, introduced him to important people, and made sure he'd have a proper life if he decided to settle down on the planet. Which Ianto didn't.
When the time machine theory didn't work out, he didn't give up, but searched for other options. The Rift, he though. The Rift had brought him here, so it had to be able to bring him back. Maybe not now, and maybe not the next day, but some day it had to work. It took a while until Ianto could actually meet people who knew what he was talking about and who gave him a Rift predictor. A pretty good one, to say the least.
Too good. Because if the device hadn't somehow malfunctioned, and he doubted that, there would be no Rift activities that could bring him back home during the next twelve earth-months. A year, and nobody could say for sure whether anything would happen afterwards. It was possible that it would never happen.
Hope left Ianto for a while.
During all the time the former receptionist struggled to find a way, to do something, Marc never left his side. And when Ianto finally gave in, he didn't leave either. He had offered to let Ianto stay at his apartment when he had first met him, and since Ianto had never complained, he saw no reason to change that. It was because of this, that he realized how bad Ianto felt about it all.
Sometimes, he'd wake up in the middle of the night, only to find Ianto standing on the balcony, staring into oblivion. Watching the stars and waiting, waiting for something to come and take him back home. Because he didn't belong here. He never would.
Chapter Three
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