Jen (thebuttonontop) wrote,

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title: Beloved
Characters: Jack, Ianto
rating: PG 13
length: 515 words.  but many aren't mine. 
Warnings: canon character death.  overly dramatic writing.

Disclaimers:  Jack belongs to Ianto. I dun care what no one else says. 

A/N:  This, believe it or not, started as my entry for the redisourcolor   challenge from a billion years ago.  Something involving flowers.  I dunno, I had this whole angsty idea. And then my writing broke. 
Then, a few weeks ago, I dragged this out again, and realized that it fits one of my favorite songs ever.  Beloved by VNV Nation, which is one of the most DEPRESSING songs in existence.   So I fixed it up, threw in some lyrics, and wala.  I wrote something. :D  be shocked. 
I wasn't gonna finish this, honestly, my words are still hesitant.  But with all of the MD crap going around, its making me rediculously sad and nostalgic for MY Torchwood. *sighs*

A/N 2.  if you haven't heard this song before.. its BEAUTIFUL. :D

So, without further ado... 

It's colder than before
The seasons took all they had come for
Now winter dances here
It seems so fitting don't you think?
To dress the ground in white and grey

Jack walked the route through the cemetery. It was quiet this time of night… Cardiff was sleeping. Soon the sun would rise and the world would come alive again, but for now it was just him and his thoughts… 

It was cold, but his jacket protected him like armor. Spring hadn’t yet come to the Welsh lands, though it was trying its damnedest. 

The paths were hard to see, but Jack didn’t care. He wasn’t going anywhere in particular, he just wanted to clear his head… normally he’d be on a rooftop, but that wasn’t cutting it this time. He’d needed more. Though more of what, he didn’t know.

My beloved do you know
When the warm wind comes again
Another year will start to pass
And please don't ask me why I'm here
Something deeper brought me
Than a need to remember

Aimless wandering brought the sun. Before Jack knew it, the grave in front of him was illuminated with a guilded halo. He shoulda known he’d end up here.

“Ianto Jones”

Of course, the grave was empty. Ianto was in the vaults. Number 007, of course. But his family had had a burial for him all the same, Jack had been there, behind the scenes, watching their tear streaked faces… not noticing his own.

We were once young and blessed with wings
No heights could keep us from their reach
No sacred place we did not soar
Still greater things burned within us
I don't regret the choices that I've made
I know you feel the same

There was a time when they were untouchable. Team Torchwood rushing into everything, saving the world over and over again. (With the Doctor’s help, of course). They always knew that a time would come when their immortality would run out, (well, everyone but Jack of course) they just never thought it would be so soon or so abrupt.

Unfortunately, the harsh truth never chooses the opportune moment.

Moments lost though time remains
I am so proud of what we were
No pain remains, no feeling
Eternity awaits
Grant me wings that I might fly
My restless soul is longing
No pain remains, no feeling
Eternity awaits

Years passed. Jack had left Cardiff, then Earth, then he’d even left the galaxy, trying to escape. And for a lifetime, he had. He’d traveled with the Doctor (incarnation 13 or something like that) for a time then settled on a distant planet orbiting a distant sun. He had children. Named one of them Ianto, though his partner hadn’t understood, Jack had merely smiled.

Thousands of years later, the vaults, the grave, indeed Cardiff itself had gone. Yet he remembered. The man once named Jack Harkness would always remember that there was a man named Ianto Jones and it would stir ancient feelings somewhere in the dusty corridors of his mind and heart.

Just a name now, nothing more.
Tags: angst, ianto jones, jack harkness

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