Sun in the Sky by giddygeek
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Title: Sun in the Sky
Author:
giddygeek
Genre: Angst, Romance
Rating: R-rated
Summary: Ianto is trying to let go. Post Countryside.
Status: Complete
Length: Oneshot, ~5500
Warnings: NONE
Comment or Excerpt from fic: Beautiful fic that starts post episode 4-8. It's basically Ianto seeing Lisa's ghost and trying to let go. :(
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Author:
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Genre: Angst, Romance
Rating: R-rated
Summary: Ianto is trying to let go. Post Countryside.
Status: Complete
Length: Oneshot, ~5500
Warnings: NONE
Comment or Excerpt from fic: Beautiful fic that starts post episode 4-8. It's basically Ianto seeing Lisa's ghost and trying to let go. :(
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Ianto falls asleep during the long drive back and wakes up when they're parking at the Hub. He's very stiff and uncomfortable, having slept straight up, his hands curled on his thighs. His head is swimming. Everyone else is moving; Owen helps Gwen out of the SUV, and Jack lends Tosh a hand, guides her stumbling and sleepy toward the door.
For a moment, Ianto just sits still. There seems to be a very real chance that he's been forgotten and it occurs to him to wonder if he was rescued at all. Perhaps this isn't really him watching Owen half-carry a breathless Gwen, watching Jack bend his head to rest his cheek against Tosh's hair. Someone had untied him and a medic had looked him over, but those moments are foggy and unclear in his mind; perhaps they never happened and the real him is dead in that village. His ghost would follow this team back to Cardiff, for lack of better orders.
And then Jack looks over his shoulder. "You can sleep there if you want, Ianto," he says, his voice echoing softly in the garage. "But you'll regret it later."
Ianto considers this dispassionately. He's not dead then; that's something of a relief. On to other problems. The SUV is comfortable enough for a regular trip but his legs would quickly have gotten cramped under normal circumstances, and his current bruised and battered condition can hardly be considered normal. There's his head to think of as well. The spinning world and rolling nausea promise to make walking a misery, but the very thought of sleeping straight up, so far from a pillow, makes it all worse.
For a moment, Ianto just sits still. There seems to be a very real chance that he's been forgotten and it occurs to him to wonder if he was rescued at all. Perhaps this isn't really him watching Owen half-carry a breathless Gwen, watching Jack bend his head to rest his cheek against Tosh's hair. Someone had untied him and a medic had looked him over, but those moments are foggy and unclear in his mind; perhaps they never happened and the real him is dead in that village. His ghost would follow this team back to Cardiff, for lack of better orders.
And then Jack looks over his shoulder. "You can sleep there if you want, Ianto," he says, his voice echoing softly in the garage. "But you'll regret it later."
Ianto considers this dispassionately. He's not dead then; that's something of a relief. On to other problems. The SUV is comfortable enough for a regular trip but his legs would quickly have gotten cramped under normal circumstances, and his current bruised and battered condition can hardly be considered normal. There's his head to think of as well. The spinning world and rolling nausea promise to make walking a misery, but the very thought of sleeping straight up, so far from a pillow, makes it all worse.