Challenge 698 - A strange kind of peace
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m_findlowTitle: A strange kind of peace
Character: Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 698 - Peace at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100 Summary: Peace in the wake of the 456's defeat feels strange. A double drabble.
Ianto felt like he'd stepped out into an alien world as he moved down the near empty London street. Where before there'd been chaos, now there was a disquieting peace - or perhaps it was a stunned silence.
Word had filtered around that the army were no longer rounding up children, and that in fact, those who'd been taken were now being returned by the busload to shaking but relieved parents. It should have felt like a victory but didn't. This was the cost of the peace that had been brokered. The world would never be the same again after today. Aliens and the threat they posed to humanity were real. No more secrets, no more lies. The world would know at least some of it whilst governments scrambled to cover up the rest.
And what of Torchwood now, he wondered, passing by a small cafe, ignoring their offer of coffee and pastries. Jack had disappeared. Ianto had arrived too late. Everyone thought he was dead.
Perhaps the world didn't need Torchwood anymore. He could embrace the fact that he was alive and might live to a ripe old age.
He shook the thought away. That wasn't him. He needed Jack.
Ianto felt like he'd stepped out into an alien world as he moved down the near empty London street. Where before there'd been chaos, now there was a disquieting peace - or perhaps it was a stunned silence.
Word had filtered around that the army were no longer rounding up children, and that in fact, those who'd been taken were now being returned by the busload to shaking but relieved parents. It should have felt like a victory but didn't. This was the cost of the peace that had been brokered. The world would never be the same again after today. Aliens and the threat they posed to humanity were real. No more secrets, no more lies. The world would know at least some of it whilst governments scrambled to cover up the rest.
And what of Torchwood now, he wondered, passing by a small cafe, ignoring their offer of coffee and pastries. Jack had disappeared. Ianto had arrived too late. Everyone thought he was dead.
Perhaps the world didn't need Torchwood anymore. He could embrace the fact that he was alive and might live to a ripe old age.
He shook the thought away. That wasn't him. He needed Jack.
