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Fic: Is the City Quiet Beneath Your Feet?


Title: Is the City Quiet Beneath Your Feet?
Characters/pairings: Ianto, hints of Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Set right after the s1 finale.
Disclaimer: All that is Torchwood is property of the BBC and Russell T. Davies. I own nothing, not even the key board I’m typing on.

Summary:You wished, a long time ago, that the city would solve everything that was wrong with your existence; that it would heal the scars that no one but you could see ... And it was all taken away.”

A/N: This is a character study of Ianto, set almost straight after Jack has left with the Doctor in "End of Days". It's quite short, and written in second person point of view. Enjoy!

 

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It is your home, after all, and sometimes when you think of it, it used to be beautiful.

You think of everything that used to be flawless, everything that was clean and proper with it. You think of the life it held, the laughter on a Friday night; the smiles across a dance floor, the lonely souls colliding in the dark, hands grasping for contact. You know it was beautiful, have seen all of it, you have felt the love and excitement rumbling from the city’s core.

But as you sit on the rooftop in the night, the wind mercilessly trying to drag you down, you can feel the hatred bubbling inside of you. You can taste the rage on your tongue, wanting to lash out, to tear down the city borders and make it fall to the ground. You want to take the life from it; silence the laughter and crush the smiles on their brittle faces.

Because you know it’s not going to last.

The city is ugly, its façade cracked before your eyes. You wished, a long time ago, that the city would solve everything that was wrong with your existence. That it would heal the scars that no one but you could see. You wished that the city would heal her too. And it was all taken away. He took your dreams and promises and crushed them within his hand, spreading the dust all over the city. He made you watch as he stained it.

And yet here you are.

Because, he might have taken it all away, but in return, he gave you something else. He gave you meaning again. And still, even as he has left you in this ugly city, knowing it would break you all over again, you want him back. You need him back. You know that as long as you sit there alone, with the city quiet beneath your feet, it will stay ugly and stained and lifeless. And that if anything makes you clench your fists in rage.

It is your home, after all, and sometimes when you think of it, it used to be beautiful.

So you sit on a rooftop, praying for him to come back.

For him to sit beside you, and make the city beautiful again.










A/N 2: As I mentioned, it's short, but I wanted to explore Ianto after Jack's left. I don't imagine him being a 'woobie', but someone that's filled with anger at being left. Did it make sense to you? Please drop a comment!  


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