Timelord!Ianto: Trapped 2
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galadriel1010Title: Trials of a Timelord
Chapter Title: Trapped by Torchwood part 2
Challenge/Fest: LongliveIanto cliché bingo
Prompt: Looking at the stars
Rating: G
Dedication:
Summary: A young Timelord crosses paths with Torchwood, and his life is forever changed.
Characters: Ianto Jones and OCs. Mentions of Jack and the Doctor
Contains:
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
The Archivist sat on the windowsill with one leg trailing towards the ground. Ten years he'd been at Torchwood, and he'd only been outside once. They'd moved to the new premises two years ago and brought him with them, and he supposed that he was lucky that they'd kept the high-end cells on the upper floors. He would have gone mad if he'd been trapped underground as well.
The front door of the suite he'd been provided with swung open, and Kate bustled in with his washing. They kept changing his guards, always in pairs, changing one partner at a time. Kate had been looking after him for nearly two years, so he knew she'd be moved on soon. “Good evening, Kate.” He gestured out of the window at the darkness. “You're later than usual.”
“I'm sorry, Archie.” None of them had ever called him by his name, but at least Kate called him something close to it. It was affectionate rather than de-personing him. “George had some bee in his bonnet about the health and safety protocol, didn't think that Director Lewis had done it right, of course. And that put me back by about two hours going over the protocol for making sure you stay where you are. I told him, access to the internet and a biro will do it...” She paused and looked him over. “Although you'd have to write on the walls. How was work?”
He glanced at the clock and went to set the table for three. “Work was interesting. I had three cooking implements today. Who's Harkness?”
“Harkness?” She stuck her head out of the open bedroom door. “He's in Cardiff. Why?”
“I had a couple of reports from him,” he answered vaguely, not mentioning that the oldest report was nearly a century old. “He's good.”
“They're all good in Cardiff.” She emerged from the bedroom with a basket full of his bed linen. “They don't survive otherwise. I've stripped your bed, but you can make it up yourself, lazy sod.”
He smiled absently and went back to the windowsill. “He must be very good indeed.”
Kate clucked her tongue and came to stand behind him. “What you staring at out there?”
“The stars, Kate.” He smiled back at her sadly. “I should be out there, seeing whole new worlds and learning about them. Instead I'm trapped here, cut off from the rest of the world.”
“Do you miss your home?” she asked quietly.
He laughed. “Of course I do. But then I feel like I shouldn't, because... they haven't come for me.” He shook his head and leaned his head against the glass. “I've been here so long. Surely they must have noticed that I'm missing? But there's been nothing. It's like they're not even there.”
She patted his shoulder awkwardly. “I'm sorry, Arch. Maybe...” she trailed off and patted his shoulder again. “Come on, Cassie will be here any minute.”
The Archivist looked out of the window once more and followed her, turning his back on the call of the stars and trying not to hear it.
Next Chapter
Chapter Title: Trapped by Torchwood part 2
Challenge/Fest: LongliveIanto cliché bingo
Prompt: Looking at the stars
Rating: G
Dedication:
Summary: A young Timelord crosses paths with Torchwood, and his life is forever changed.
Characters: Ianto Jones and OCs. Mentions of Jack and the Doctor
Contains:
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
The Archivist sat on the windowsill with one leg trailing towards the ground. Ten years he'd been at Torchwood, and he'd only been outside once. They'd moved to the new premises two years ago and brought him with them, and he supposed that he was lucky that they'd kept the high-end cells on the upper floors. He would have gone mad if he'd been trapped underground as well.
The front door of the suite he'd been provided with swung open, and Kate bustled in with his washing. They kept changing his guards, always in pairs, changing one partner at a time. Kate had been looking after him for nearly two years, so he knew she'd be moved on soon. “Good evening, Kate.” He gestured out of the window at the darkness. “You're later than usual.”
“I'm sorry, Archie.” None of them had ever called him by his name, but at least Kate called him something close to it. It was affectionate rather than de-personing him. “George had some bee in his bonnet about the health and safety protocol, didn't think that Director Lewis had done it right, of course. And that put me back by about two hours going over the protocol for making sure you stay where you are. I told him, access to the internet and a biro will do it...” She paused and looked him over. “Although you'd have to write on the walls. How was work?”
He glanced at the clock and went to set the table for three. “Work was interesting. I had three cooking implements today. Who's Harkness?”
“Harkness?” She stuck her head out of the open bedroom door. “He's in Cardiff. Why?”
“I had a couple of reports from him,” he answered vaguely, not mentioning that the oldest report was nearly a century old. “He's good.”
“They're all good in Cardiff.” She emerged from the bedroom with a basket full of his bed linen. “They don't survive otherwise. I've stripped your bed, but you can make it up yourself, lazy sod.”
He smiled absently and went back to the windowsill. “He must be very good indeed.”
Kate clucked her tongue and came to stand behind him. “What you staring at out there?”
“The stars, Kate.” He smiled back at her sadly. “I should be out there, seeing whole new worlds and learning about them. Instead I'm trapped here, cut off from the rest of the world.”
“Do you miss your home?” she asked quietly.
He laughed. “Of course I do. But then I feel like I shouldn't, because... they haven't come for me.” He shook his head and leaned his head against the glass. “I've been here so long. Surely they must have noticed that I'm missing? But there's been nothing. It's like they're not even there.”
She patted his shoulder awkwardly. “I'm sorry, Arch. Maybe...” she trailed off and patted his shoulder again. “Come on, Cassie will be here any minute.”
The Archivist looked out of the window once more and followed her, turning his back on the call of the stars and trying not to hear it.
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