Challenge 592 - A riddle within an enigma

[m_findlow]

Title: A riddle within an enigma
Author: m_findlow
Characters: Ianto, Jack
Rating: PG
Challenge: 592 - Wound at tw100
Notes: Ianto's finds his potential new boss a complete mystery. A double drabble.

Ianto had heard some strange rumours when he'd worked in London about the enigmatic man who ran Torchwood Cardiff.

Some said he'd been working there for nearly a century and didn't age; others said he had a machine that folded time and that their base was a bubble in time trapped since the nineteenth century. There were even rumours floating around that he was alien, but that was nonsense because Yvonne hated aliens and would never let one be in charge of anything, let alone their secondary outpost. Ianto suspected if anything was odd, it was more likely the effects of the rift. It was just that nobody had ever lived long enough to prove it, apart from Jack Harkness.

What threw Ianto for a loop was meeting him in person. That weevil had slashed his throat, leaving a gaping bloody wound, but now when Ianto reached out a hand, intending on gently inspecting how bad it was, there was nothing. Even the blood was gone, leaving perfect unblemished skin. That just wasn't possible. No one just healed themselves in seconds.

The rift... That had to be the answer. If it could fix Jack, Ianto knew it could fix Lisa.

Comments

[bk_forever]

poor Ianto, hoping in vain. Te Rift doesn't have magical healing powers, it's just Jack =(