A Blue String (Janto AU)

1 - The Red String

 //Just a quick thing before this book starts. Facts may be wrong and characters might seem off. I am a newer fan of Torchwood/Dr. Who and I'm going to try to make this good. There probably will be mistakes. (Spelling and all). If so, I apologize in advance.  Also, I have had this plot idea in my head for awhile. I noticed that these Torchwood characters match the story well, so I decided to try it out. This features edited versions of season/series one. And another thing, I am American and this is a British show I'm writing about, so if I get something wrong, again, I apologize.

A bright red string means soulmate. A less bright red string means someone who one is compatible with.   

 Please, enjoy.

Also, expect lots of angst. And this is Torchwood, there are going to be swears :) \\

Ianto's POV

It's been only about five hours since Lisa died. Currently, it is 2:06 in the morning and I haven't gotten a blink of sleep. On almost any other day, I would be telling myself to at least try to get some sleep. But why even try? I don't have work tomorrow, not for a week because of my suspension. I don't have anywhere to go tomorrow nor anyone to meet. So why should I try?

I've been sitting on my bed in the dark for the past three hours. Doing nothing but thinking. And occasionally letting the tears stream down my face. 

Lisa is gone. My love. My soulmate. Is gone. I wasn't able to help her. I wasn't able to stop her death. I failed to help her, to bring her back to her normal state. And because I failed, she's dead. It's all my fault...

I look down at my shaking hands (my eyes having adjusted hours ago to the darkness) and all I see is emptiness. No bright red string to fidget with. Nothing. 

No string means no soulmate. I'm all alone. My whole body shakes at that thought. Partially out of unbalancedness, I fall back onto my bed. Curling up, I let the tears fall once more. This is what's been  going on all night. On and off crying sessions with all so familiar dark thoughts. 

My thoughts may be dark, but they're the truth. I'm all alone because of me. No one at works understands. They probably never will. Everyone just sees me as the unnecessary teaboy. And that's all I am, really. 

Just a background character with no purpose at all. Except for one conflict that was caused all because of me. 

It's all my fault.

My eyes close and it takes what feels like hours for me to fall asleep. 

When I finally wake up in the morning, it's 10:37. I sigh and don't bother getting out of bed for ten minutes. Eventually, I decide to get up and make something to eat. 

This will be a long week. 

~Time Skip~

My week of suspension eventually ends. The entire time, I didn't eat much. The entire time, I didn't do much. A few times, Jack and Tosh dropped by to check how I was doing. Once Gwen stopped by as well. I'm pretty sure Owen just doesn't give a fuck. 

Whenever they stopped by or even called, I had to act like I was doing perfect. Like everything was great in the world. Like unicorns were puking up rainbows and farting fucking sparkles. I think my lies managed to partly convince Tosh that I was doing well. Gwen a little less, but I still managed. Jack... he could see right through it. He stopped by the most. Almost twice a day. 

The first few days Jack dropped by, I didn't want to see him at all. He was the one I was most upset with. He-he could've done something to help. But he didn't. He didn't help. Instead, he killed her. Made everything worse. After the first few visits from Jack, I just let it happen. It was only for a few minutes that Jack would stop by, anyway. I could handle that. Somehow I did.