"Hello, I am assuming this is the captain of the spaceship 'Endeavor' speaking? Yes?.......I would really rather you didn't adress me as Sir.........my name?....call me.....Jones.......Jack Jones"
A/N. Spoilers for Children of Earth. Also, if you want to make chapter art, comment, and I will give you the next chapter name, and who's POV it's in. You will get that chapter dedicated to you.
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Ianto Jones was dead. He knew that. He acceptedit, even, but the Universe didn't seem to be cooperating. It wasn't that he wanted to die, of course he didn't! He just wished that whatever it was that controlled life and death would make it's mind up. First, he had been dying, unable to see anything but his lover, feel anything but Jack's arms wrapped around him, hear anything but that familiar American accent, and his own voice, saying those three words. (And they'd been rejected, too. God, if he wasn't dying, he'd be mortified.) Jack's unique scent of fifty-first century pheromones, and leather, and the masculine, though not altogether unpleasant smell of sweat, and something else that was indefinable and simply Jack, blocked out the stench gas, although he could still taste it, and feel it burning his eyes and his mouth and his throat. And then there was nothing. His senses had abandoned him and he couldn't - no, didn't need to - breathe. He was certain, then, that he was dead. Then came the pain. Excruciating agony that wouldn't stop, like being dragged over broken glass. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut, and when he opened them, he was somewhere else. It wasn't anywhere that he recognized, out in the open, slumped against a brick wall, and face to face by a lizard like humanoid that he recognized from the Archives back at the hub. "Are you alright?" And because he was tired and confused, and not even remotely up to thinking about strategy, he blurted something else that immediately made it impossible for him to lie low, and despite the fact he might have his gun, and could always run, it still wasn't good. "You're a Silurian" Her eyes narrowed. Well shit.
