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13 October 2011 @ 03:26 pm
Fic: Crossing Off (6/6)  
Title: Crossing Off
Author: arwen_kenobi
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, mentions of pretty much everyone, OCs
Spoilers: Seasons 1 and 2, Children of Earth
Warnings: Character death. Lots. Major characters, minor characters. Original and canon.
Summary: Ianto always kept a mental list of the people that he knew Jack would stay alive for, then later who he would stay human for. Ianto is that last one on that list and his own time is running out. Fourth and final part of my "Crossings" 'verse.
Author's Notes: As mentioned above this is the fourth in a series (and I know it's been like a year since the last one. My apologies). Nothing will really make sense unless you've read those - sorry to be assigning extra reading. I know it's been awhile. Earlier fics are as follows:

Crossing Back (Prologue plus 13 parts)
Crossing Eyes and Dotting Tees (one shot)
Crossing Lines (11 parts)

Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five

The Face of Boe hurt for the first time in so long. He’s saved the city and the Doctor is here – the one with the suits and the mad hair. So is Martha Jones; Martha Jones when she was travelling with the Doctor. Before she met him, the old him. She looked so young. “It’s good to breathe the air once more,” is what he says to cover the emotion of the moment. He doesn’t think he’s ever felt more at peace.

The Doctor is more worked up, terrified and saddened that he’s about to die. For good, he hopes this time. He’s lived so long, it’s time to rest. He reminds the Doctor that everything has its time. Now he understands how Ianto had felt. He’d resented Ianto’s distance, his growing detachment and even his eventual departure for awhile. He eventually did the same things though. The difference was that there was no one there to notice them. He was a head in a jar; everyone just assumed he was a bit off as a consequence.

They just don’t know you like I do.

Ianto Jones. Boe smiles. It has been quite some time since Ianto has dropped in on him. Less than a half century but more than two decades, he isn’t so great with time anymore. Ianto had learned to appear on his own just like all ghosts did in their own unique ways and their own time. Ianto had decided to surprise Jack in the shower on the one hundredth anniversary of his death by appearng to him for the first time. It had scared him as much as it had elated him. Visual visits are few and far between from him but he is always there, a voice chatting him up whenever he can. Just like so many, many eons before.

Ianto is in the room now though, sitting cross legged on the floor beside him with one hand on his massive forehead. Soon, Ianto tells him. Give the man your message and come along.

The Face - Jack he reminds himself - does not need to be told twice. He’s seen the signs, has seen Ianto, Gwen, Tosh, Owen, Mel, Harry, Rose, Martha, the Doctor (all of him), and the others over and over again over for the past few weeks. Ianto does not need to tell him twice.

He tells the Doctor that he is not alone and feels Ianto shut his eyes for him. Everything is dark and blackness again and he doesn’t know what has happened. He fears something has gone wrong for one horrifying moment before he feels hands grab his – he has hands again! – and pull him to his feet. “Take a look at yourself,” Ianto urges. Jack does so and sees himself as he was in his prime. All vintage clothes and he can feel his great coat hanging comfortably around his shoulders. When he looks up again there is Ianto, wearing his favourite suit and an easy grin.

“Welcome home,” he tells him.

Jack decides to rechristen this body of sorts by hugging Ianto tight. He’s laughing and smiling and Ianto is doing the same, pounding him on the back enthusiastically before taking his head firmly between his hands and kissing him soundly. “God, it’s great to touch you again!” he declares unabashedly.

“Likewise,” Jack tells him. His voice sounds as young as his body does. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”

“I think I have some,” Ianto replies solemnly. “Thanks for remembering me.”

“How could I ever forget you, Ianto Jones?”

“No I mean...”Ianto pauses for a moment. “Thanks for never stopping loving me. I did leave you after all.”

Jack shakes his head and holds Ianto close again. “I didn’t hold that against you, you know that. I could never stop loving you even if I wanted to after that.” He releases him from the embrace but still holds onto his forearms, waiting for a response.

Ianto finally nods. “I never stopped either.” He says it reassuringly and Jack is grateful for it. He hadn’t known that he’d needed it. “Just because it doesn’t feel like much time has passed for me doesn’t change anything.”

Jack smiles and takes Ianto’s hand. “Lead on,” he urges him. He’s excited to see everyone again and to start a new adventure.

Ianto does just that.

chironsgirl on October 14th, 2011 04:16 am (UTC)
Thank you so much for this! So many writers tend to dwell on all the misery and angst of Ianto's passing. It's so heartening to read a 'happily ever after' story.
remuslives23: TW: team kkbb confrontationremuslives23 on October 14th, 2011 07:47 am (UTC)
This was a wonderful ending to your story arc. Beautifully done, hon.
Dannidanian on October 15th, 2011 04:20 am (UTC)
That was absolutely gorgeous! I loved the extra characters, the almost aside of the Doctor, the way Torchwood changed and how Ianto's death was so natural.
I've loved this whole series. Thank you!!!
Chrys: Refuse to be forgotten by rabeckachryssalys on November 5th, 2011 01:15 am (UTC)
In the past two days I've gulped down this entire series. Gorgeously done. Just beautiful.
angelsmile1angelsmile1 on December 3rd, 2011 09:41 pm (UTC)
Just read the entire universe and I must say it was great. You were able to keep Jack and Ianto in character while still showing the love they have for one another. I also like that the series spans the 'fix-it', their life together, then the end that leads to a new beginning. All together a great read and now I am off to see if I have missed any more of your fiction.