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m_findlowTitle: Survivor's guilt
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 365 - Survive at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: Ianto can't fathom how he survived. A double drabble.
It should have been obvious to someone as perceptive as Ianto. He was focused and always noticed things that others didn't.
The fall of Canary Wharf had been beyond brutal, terrifying and horrific. He'd lived through all of it, hearing Dalek and Cyberman laser weapons being fired, the screaming of people he'd worked with dying in the corridors as they ran. Explosions boomed, walls shook, the world seemingly ending.
It wasn't until he was on the M4, pushing the van up to sixty miles, and sparing a glance in the rear vision mirror to make sure Lisa was okay that it finally hit him. He'd survived. Everyone else was dead – thousands of them, many with military training and weapons – yet he alone was here now, speeding away from London as fast as he could.
He checked that Lisa was asleep, the sedatives doing the job of reducing her pain if only by virtue of her not being conscious to experience it, and then let a sob escape his lips. One sob became another, and then he was hyperventilating, tears spilling down his face. He'd survived. It wasn't right and it didn't make any sense how or why, but he'd survived.
It should have been obvious to someone as perceptive as Ianto. He was focused and always noticed things that others didn't.
The fall of Canary Wharf had been beyond brutal, terrifying and horrific. He'd lived through all of it, hearing Dalek and Cyberman laser weapons being fired, the screaming of people he'd worked with dying in the corridors as they ran. Explosions boomed, walls shook, the world seemingly ending.
It wasn't until he was on the M4, pushing the van up to sixty miles, and sparing a glance in the rear vision mirror to make sure Lisa was okay that it finally hit him. He'd survived. Everyone else was dead – thousands of them, many with military training and weapons – yet he alone was here now, speeding away from London as fast as he could.
He checked that Lisa was asleep, the sedatives doing the job of reducing her pain if only by virtue of her not being conscious to experience it, and then let a sob escape his lips. One sob became another, and then he was hyperventilating, tears spilling down his face. He'd survived. It wasn't right and it didn't make any sense how or why, but he'd survived.
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Date: 2023-09-30 09:39 am (UTC)