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m_findlowTitle: False freedom
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 451 - Up to you at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: Ianto's moment of freedom is short-lived. A triple drabble.
For a few blissful moments, Ianto was convinced that everything he'd wanted had finally come to fruition. He was free of Torchwood and everything awful that had ever happened since he'd first stepped foot inside those hallowed hallways. Free of the double life he'd been living, doing his job and at the same time wondering if he couldn't benefit from having a friendly ear to talk to about all his problems. Best of all, he was free of Jack, who was, to his knowledge, now far away on an alien slave world, which was no less revenge for killing Lisa than he deserved, and which meant Jack could never come after him when he walked away from Torchwood for good, all his memories intact.
Then the reality of it all came crashing in on him. Jack had done what needed to be done, stopping a dangerous alien force from gaining a foothold and taking over the planet. He'd come here tonight to make sure the same thing couldn't happen again with some other alien. And he'd been ever so suspicious of the barmaid Ianto was friendly with, trying to protect him from her manipulating ways, making sure Ianto didn't do the foolish thing and step through that portal to a fake paradise.
Jack might have been gone but Ianto realised that the alien threat still remained. He also realised he'd betrayed one of the few people who was still on his side. If nothing else, he had to stop The Saviour from abducting anyone else and, if he could, get Jack back. Torchwood needed him, and Ianto, crazy as it was to admit it, needed him too.
He sucked in a breath and clenched his hands, knowing what he had to do. 'Ianto Jones, it's all up to you now.'
For a few blissful moments, Ianto was convinced that everything he'd wanted had finally come to fruition. He was free of Torchwood and everything awful that had ever happened since he'd first stepped foot inside those hallowed hallways. Free of the double life he'd been living, doing his job and at the same time wondering if he couldn't benefit from having a friendly ear to talk to about all his problems. Best of all, he was free of Jack, who was, to his knowledge, now far away on an alien slave world, which was no less revenge for killing Lisa than he deserved, and which meant Jack could never come after him when he walked away from Torchwood for good, all his memories intact.
Then the reality of it all came crashing in on him. Jack had done what needed to be done, stopping a dangerous alien force from gaining a foothold and taking over the planet. He'd come here tonight to make sure the same thing couldn't happen again with some other alien. And he'd been ever so suspicious of the barmaid Ianto was friendly with, trying to protect him from her manipulating ways, making sure Ianto didn't do the foolish thing and step through that portal to a fake paradise.
Jack might have been gone but Ianto realised that the alien threat still remained. He also realised he'd betrayed one of the few people who was still on his side. If nothing else, he had to stop The Saviour from abducting anyone else and, if he could, get Jack back. Torchwood needed him, and Ianto, crazy as it was to admit it, needed him too.
He sucked in a breath and clenched his hands, knowing what he had to do. 'Ianto Jones, it's all up to you now.'
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Date: 2025-05-31 09:57 am (UTC)Poor Ianto, freedom is an illusion.