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Torchwood Fic: Fallout, Part Thirteen (I'm Not Even Going to Bother!)
Title: Fallout, Part Thirteen
Author: Emma
Characters: A whole bunch of folk.
Rating: Starts PG, but hey, it’s got Jack in it!
Disclaimer: Oh, please. If I owned them, would I let some of those idiots write the scripts? And if I were making any money off them, would I be where they could find me?
Author’s Note: For those of you who do not know, this fic is absolutely, positively CoE compliant. So, yes, it can be done!
Part One is here; Part Two is here; Part Three is here; Part Four is here; Part Five is here; Part Six is here; Part Seven is here; Part Eight is here; Part Nine is here; Part Ten is here; Part Eleven is here; Part Twelve is here
“Whoah, Nellie.” Martha stared at the man walking into Jack’s office. “I didn’t really believe Gwen when she told me.”
“Doctor Martha Jones, meet Ifan Owain, also of the Jones tribe. Ifan, this is my nightingale, Martha Jones.”
“I remember. Hello, doctor Jones.”
“You remember me?”
“Bits and pieces only.” His eyes twinkled merrily. “I associate you with dabbling and UNIT caps.”
She laughed then turned abruptly serious. “I understand you have some reservations about being my patient.”
“I’ll leave you two to work this out.” Jack stood up and headed for the adjoining office. “Kathy and I have some files to review.”
“That’s a new one on me!”
“He has been very careful not to intrude in my life.” Ifan sighed. “Maybe a bit too much.”
“He needs to find his own peace with this. Ianto was very important to him.”
“You think I don’t know that?” Absently Ifan started to straighten out the papers on Jack’s desk. “I also know how important Jack was to Ianto.”
“Do you?”
“One of the not so pleasant side effects of the tinkering the Master did in my brain is that most of my memories surface first as dreams. A few times in the last two months, I’ve… hell, this is embarrassing.”
“So you think I haven’t encountered the medical term nocturnal emissions somewhere during my training?”
They stared at each other for a moment before bursting into giggles.
“Point to you, doctor Jones. So, can you handle this? I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t. I’m carrying the DNA of someone who probably still gives you nightmares. Some of his memories, too.”
“You’re also carrying the DNA and the memories of someone who became a very dear friend.” Martha said firmly. “Now, let’s tell Jack everything is straightened out.”
“Hold on a minute.” He reached for the TARDIS coral on Jack’s desk. “This should really be under the lights.”
As he touched it there was a faint flash of light and a soft hum. He stared up at Martha.
“Is it supposed to do that?”
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Interesting reaction with the coral.
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I love how Ifan is having struggles also.
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I still think of Ifan as Ianto though, I'm afraid.
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I find this rather bittersweet, I feel sad that our Ianto isn't there.
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Great stuff, I love it.
Just wish flipping RTD would just listen!
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