All the time we have - epilogue
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Title: All the time we have
Author: zazajb
Beta: The absolutely wonderful: badly_knitted
Artwork by: the amazing penny_sieve
Rating: NC-17, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Warnings: mentions of character death end s2 and day 4 CoE
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – possible all s1-3 TW, plus radio 4 play The Dead Line: set between TW s2 & s3, directly after Radio 4 play The Dead Line
Summary: Following Ianto’s speech to Jack in The Dead Line, Jack tries to show Ianto he’ll never be just a blip in time
Word count: 23100
Written for TW Big Bang Round 2
A/N Not done anything quite like this before and I have to say I loved every minute! I have to say a huge thank you to my wonderful beta badly_knitted who shared the highs and sent me cookies and hugs when I was doubting my sanity [that’s a lorry-load of cookies and even more hugs!] Thank you *hugs close* Also special thanks to the amazingly talented penny_sieve who took my words and gave them life with her awesome artwork – thank you so much *raises a glass to you*
A/N 2 Hope you enjoy...xxx
All the time we have - epilogue
Epilogue
Six months had passed since that day...that horrific day when he’d revived on the floor in Thames House to find Gwen crying over their bodies...Ianto’s body... He was just lying there...in his suit, his perfectly knotted tie still in place...he looked asleep...please let this be a bad dream...a nightmare I can wake up from to find him warm in my arms...but he knew it wasn’t a dream...
This planet was too small – everywhere he went there was something that reminded him of Ianto – whether it was the crystal blue of the sea by the coral reefs of Australia that was the exact same shade as Ianto’s eyes, or the crisp whiteness of the mountain snow that reminded him of Ianto’s favourite dress shirt...even trying to escape the memories by hiding out in the desert in the pyramids had failed because they’d watched that James Bond film together where Jaws had attacked Bond in the desert... No, he had to get off this tiny world because all these memories were killing him – oh, the bitter irony, seeing as how he couldn’t ever die...
Oh yes, Jack remembered it all, the tears rolling down his cheeks as he dug into the soil, finally scrabbling around on his hands and knees to pull out the tin box which he hugged to him as he rocked back and forth – a lonely figure on a dark hillside on a cold, crisp winter’s night...
He tugged off the lid and inhaled deeply, the scent of his beloved Welshman floating out around him. He wiped his fingers on his coat before reaching into the box hesitantly, hands shaking wildly. His heart broke anew as he pulled out the red silk tie that he’d bought the day before they’d buried the capsule...the memories of that day washing over him and he broke again... Holding the tie up to his face, he cried, huge heart-wrenching cries like a wounded animal.
He cried for all those he’d let down and he cried for himself, for the loss of Ianto and for the overwhelming sense of hopelessness, the empty shell he’d become...a broken man desperate to reclaim all the time they’d had... He closed his eyes, picturing that gorgeous face wearing that special smile – his just-for-Jack-when-we’re-alone-smile, and he managed a tiny smile of his own through his tears. I’ll never forget you Ianto Jones...I promise, you’ll never be just a blip in time...not for me...
End
The story continues in No Place to Hide http://zazajb.livejournal.com/763.html
I hope you've enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing... My thanks again to my wonderful beta - badly_knitted *squishes you* and the super-talented penny_sieve for the awesome artwork *hugs and champagne*
pdf if you prefer this format http://www.sendspace.com/file/iuumvd
*waves* xxx