Challenge 850 - End in sight
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m_findlowTitle: End in sight
Character: Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 850 - Hurt at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Ianto never believed there'd be an end to his pain. A double drabble.
Ianto couldn’t remember a time anymore when it hadn’t hurt. There had been a time before that – back at Torchwood One, when life had been, if not bereft of danger, at least moderately predictable. There’d been friends and nights at the pub and laughter and the joy of working for Torchwood, and of being so completely in love with Lisa, that the thought of any of it ever ending felt impossible.
Now all of that was like the memory of another person that wasn’t him. Someone else had lived that life and experienced that joy. All Ianto had to carry around with him was pain. Pain for everything that had been lost.
And yet, here now, sat in the SUV, heart thudding in his chest at the realisation he’d just kissed Jack and the world hadn’t ended, he felt something strange. Just for a moment, all of that pain and hurt had gone away. It was just as Jack had said. He’d do anything to take it away, and he had. With one kiss, he’d opened a door to an alternate universe, where the agony of carrying on alone in the world ceased to exist. Where not hurting was possible.
Ianto couldn’t remember a time anymore when it hadn’t hurt. There had been a time before that – back at Torchwood One, when life had been, if not bereft of danger, at least moderately predictable. There’d been friends and nights at the pub and laughter and the joy of working for Torchwood, and of being so completely in love with Lisa, that the thought of any of it ever ending felt impossible.
Now all of that was like the memory of another person that wasn’t him. Someone else had lived that life and experienced that joy. All Ianto had to carry around with him was pain. Pain for everything that had been lost.
And yet, here now, sat in the SUV, heart thudding in his chest at the realisation he’d just kissed Jack and the world hadn’t ended, he felt something strange. Just for a moment, all of that pain and hurt had gone away. It was just as Jack had said. He’d do anything to take it away, and he had. With one kiss, he’d opened a door to an alternate universe, where the agony of carrying on alone in the world ceased to exist. Where not hurting was possible.
