Janto oneshots

Saving ianto jones

Jack had failed. Ianto jones was dead. He thought back to the man who he held in his arms. The man whose life had slipped away like a boat off too sea. Only this time, the boat would never return. Jack weeped. He weeped for days. Not just for ianto but for every life that was lost. But especially Ianto's. He couldn't help it, he hadn't realised how much he'd loved the blunt Welshman until he was gone. They say if you love someone, let them go. But jack wouldn't give up that easily. If he couldn't get ianto back, he would change the time on earth that the Welshman had had. So that's why, when given the opportunity to travel in time once again with his vortex manipulator, He accepted.

Jack leant against a tree, catching his breath. He'd forgotten what that was like. There he was, ianto jones. He could have only been seven years old, if that, but jack knew it was him. He watched as a man, who jack supposed was Ianto's father, approached young ianto. The young boy had been playing innocently with a girl a little older than him (this must be Ianto's sister). Jack smiled, they seemed to be playing a rather elaborate game with barbies. The captain watched with what only could be described as a face of horror from behind his tree as Ianto's father tore the doll from his sons hands. Immediately jack noticed the fear in young Ianto's eyes. He was terrified of his father. There was no adults around. No witnesses so jack did the only thing he knew he could without risking ianto noticing him. Now that would be a royal fuck up in time. He moved away from his tree and sat down noisily, making his presence heard. The raging man glanced towards jack before dropping his sons arm like a hot coal. He glared guiltily at jack before stalking off to a nearby bench.

He stumbled slightly as he landed. It was night. More specifically, he glanced at his wrist strap, it was the night Ianto had disappeared and wouldn't talk about. This cant be good. Was jack's only thought as ianto entered a club. Since when did ianto go to clubs? Jack watched the door of the club, shivering in the night air for a good two hours until he saw it. Ianto jones stumbling out of the club on the arm of .... some man? No he wasn't on the arm of him the man was dragging him, clearly having got the wrong idea. He watched as the man pulled ianto into a forceful kiss pinning him up against the wall. Ianto struggled and suddenly stilled letting out a whimper into the silent night. Jack caught the glint of a knife against Ianto's cheek as the man reached for the trousers of the torchwood tea boy. Jack couldn't take it anymore "OI!!" He yelled across the road, hoping he'd disguised his voice enough. The metallic sound of a blade on concrete sounded as the malicious figure (clearly not as drunk as he had pretended to be) scarpered from the scene leaving a dazed, intoxicated ianto to peer around searching for the source of the voice. But jack had already gone.

He sighed. Ianto was dead again. This was it. The end of the line. But. His head filled with new memories, a happier ianto. A ianto who had found a way to stand up to his dad after a situation with some dolls. A ianto who hadn't seemed randomly (and secretively) repulsed and terrified by sex for months on end. He smiled, he'd done it. Ianto's life had been marginally happier.