Suits and suspenders - janto teacher au

Alone

A/N:
This chapter is done a little differently with headings to show exactly who the event is happening too. It's just to help you understand how things are happening for each character. Sorry the chapter took a while to be written.
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Ianto
Ianto woke with a groan. Rubbing his sore neck, he glanced blearily around. He was still in the hospital car park, sat in his car. He didn't particularly remember falling asleep but he did remember he was crying a lot. Why had he been crying? His sleep addled mind fumbled with his memories before it formed a functioning one. That's right... he had nothing. Well, he had no jack but, in a way, jack was his everything. Well jack used to be...

Jack
Jack stared at the ceiling once again. Another day. Was he really supposed to marry John when he was out of this hospital. What about ianto? If jack was going to marry anyone it would be ianto. He hated this. Did ianto really just leave him? Why hadn't ianto visited him? This really wasn't Ianto's style. He couldn't have just left, jack refused to believe it. Ianto wasn't like that. Ianto wasn't supposed to be like the others. He was supposed to be different.

Ianto
He rested his forehead against the steering wheel, tears rushing down his cheeks as he returned to a state of painful wakefulness. He had no one and nothing. Now he'd just have to drive home... maybe.

The shrill sound of his phone ringing cut through his broken sobs. His clumsy hand grasped quickly for the device as he cleared his throat. "Hello?" He greeted, though it was meant as a question as well. "Ianto? ... where are you ... and jack for that matter", instantly  ianto recognised the voice as one of the school secretaries. "We're um... preoccupied look... get ... get a .... a few substitutes in for a week... I'll be back then ... don't know about jack I ... I have to go" he babbled. "Ianto?" The secretary prompted, "Ianto... what's going on ... have you been crying? Have you and jack had some sort of argument? Ianto? ... Are you still there ... don't you hang up... ianto... ianto jones!!". He pressed the large red button in silence to terminate the call, not answering any of the secretary's questions. What was it to her anyway?

Jack
"Morning gorgeous" the voice of John Hart drifted through the air and into jack's head, corrupting his thoughts just as they always did. He didn't know if people could hate sounds, but jack definitely hated the sound of john's voice. 'Go away' he wanted to say 'I hate you'.

"Hi...", that's what he really said, it wasn't as colourful as some of the phrases he wanted to use but it would have to do. His sleep heavy mind couldn't keep up with his feelings as he accepted the water John held out to him. "John..." he mumbled "did ianto really leave?". John looked into his eyes, the man's own eyes showed sympathy and sadness but just a hint of victory. "Jack... I'm sorry but ... yes he did ... he said he couldn't do it ...he couldn't sit around and wait for you to wake up and that no one was worth waiting for, for that long" he muttered in a soothing tone, smoothing his fingers through jack's messy hair. Hot tears spurted down jack's cheeks: ianto used to do that, stroke his hair. It was nice. How could ianto go? How could he leave jack with John? How could he? Jack looked up into john's eyes and that's when he saw it. John May have loved him once but now? Now jack was nothing but a prize and John had won him. Ianto had given up the competition. Jack's eyes slid shut as the tears continued to fall. He really did have no one.

Ianto
His drive home was mostly silent, save for the few updates on the radio. He was tired. Maybe that's why it happened. It wasn't his fault. Well maybe it was a little. He didn't mean for it to happen. He wanted to get away anyway. Maybe what happened was good. Maybe the universe was giving him a chance. Did he really want to go back home anyway? It wasn't liked he had anything waiting back at home for him apart from a few overdue bills and maybe a murder mystery documentary or two. Despite al of this though, he still didn't mean to do what he did.

It happened at a round about: he had been close to home aswell, just about to turn off of the main road. A large lorry decided to pull out in front of him without warning. He didn't know what possessed him to do so but he swerved to the side... straight into the back of the lorry and a taxi. Before he knew it cars were honking aggressively and his body jerked as car after car joined the pile up. He tugged at his seat belt, and swiped at the airbags: his car was heating up. It was getting unbearably warm. He didn't know why but he knew he just needed to get out of he car.

Andy
The call out had been for an eight car pile up. It had apparently been caused by a lorry and small car. Most people were unharmed, just in shock however one guy hadn't been so lucky. Smoke billowed through the air as the police approached the now extinguished, exploded car. Whoever was in it can't have survived, they hadn't found a body but most people seemed to assume it had burnt away. The number plate hung off of the mangled metal and half burnt air fresheners and key rings hung from what used to be a mirror in the front of the wreck.

Andy made his way across the scene towards forensics. "Do we know who the owner of this car is ... or ... was?" He questioned quietly.'They shook their heads regretfully just as something caught his eye. It was singed and the plastic slightly melted, but not unreadable. Was that? A teachers badge? No it couldn't be. He picked up the possible id by its lanyard and studied it. The name caught his eye first. Mr I Jones. No... no surely not. His eyes drifted to the picture. Oh god, it was him. That actually was Ianto jones.