Title: In The Tower
Disclaimer: I do not and never will own Torchwood, Doctor Who or the characters within
Characters: Ianto Jones, Tenth Doctor
Notes: Takes place at the end of Doctor Who episode ‘Doomsday’. Time twisted sequel to In The Kitchen.
Written for the redisourcolour Challenge 15: Doctor Who Crossover. Prompts are ‘dogma, incommodious, waltzing and any Shakespeare quote (one sentence only). Quote used 'Things without all remedy should be without regard. What’s done is done.' Macbeth Act 3, scene 2, 12.
Author's Notes: I wasn't going to manage one this challenge but family dramas meant i got a sleepless night so it's rushed, feels a bit rough and quick and i'm finishing this at work, but its done.
Summary: As the Doctor leaves the Tower he bumps into Ianto Jones.
In The Tower
The Doctor walked through the ruined halls of Torchwood London. His eyes burnt from the acrid stench of death and metal and not from losing his Rose. He’d lost Companions before. It was a familiar pain and nothing Time wouldn’t heal. Eventually. Or so he told himself as he worked his way down to the TARDIS.
He came across several rooms where pained groans and whimpered screams called to anyone – to him – and for the briefest moment he hesitated before angry grief pushed him past and away in hurried rush of long sneakered strides and swirling brown coat. He didn’t look back and mumbling curses fell from his lips as he kept heading downwards. Curses for the Cybermen, the Daleks, for Torchwood. For himself.
Barely five minutes later he reached the basement warehouse where the TARDIS stood quietly locked against a young man banging at her door. The Doctor ran forward to grab a suited shoulder and spin the young man round to face him.
“Doctor! You have to help me!” A welsh voice and red-rimmed blue eyes pleaded as frantic hands seized at his coat.
“No! Let go!” The Doctor shook his head violently and tried to dislodge the tightly gripping hands.
“You’ve got to help me! I can’t find her. You and the TARDIS can! Please!”
“I said. Let. Go,” the Doctor emphasized each word through gritted teeth and shoved hard at the clinging man. The Welshman stumbled backwards landing heavily on the concrete. In a flash he was back on his feet and right back in front of the Doctor.
“I know we don’t really like each other, Doctor, and we aren’t in the kitchen anymore but neither of us likes Torchwood right now and I need to find her!”
“What are you going on about?” The Doctor almost shouted at the insistent man. “I’ve never seen you before and I refuse to have anything to do with you and Torchwood.”
“I’m Ianto Jones and we met about two years ago in London when your TARDIS decided to keep me prisoner for a couple of weeks.” The Welshman’s eyes were hard and his voice had lost its hysterical edge in favour of a colder more deliberate tone. “We said then that we’d be quite happy never to meet again but we have and I need your help.”
“I don’t remember that or you, so it obviously hasn’t happened yet for me and that means I owe you and this Torchwood of yours exactly nothing. Torchwood has just nearly brought about the end of the world and cost me a - very dear friend. And now you want my help? Not happening, Ianto Jones,” the Doctor spat.
Ianto’s lips thinned and without warning thrust his hand into the Doctor’s pocket. “I don’t care what you think of Torchwood or of me but she had nothing to do with any of that and I have to find her and make sure she’s alive and safe!”
The Doctor slipped around him, waltzing away as he tried to dislodge Ianto’s grip on his coat. “You are Torchwood!”
“If I’d subscribed to their dogma I would have reported you two years ago!” Ianto retorted. “If it’s alien, it’s ours is – was their motto and you were certainly alien!” He reached further into the Doctor’s pocket. “Damn it where is that screwdriver? Why are your pockets so deep?” Ianto almost growled.
“Small pockets are incommodious and inconvenient,” the Doctor said as he pulled away with a rough jerk and Ianto’s hand came free along with several items. Ianto watched them scatter around them.
“Bugger,” the Doctor said almost too calmly as he watched a small green hexagonal shape fall between them. It hit the floor with a surprisingly musical ping. As it began to collapse into itself he pushed at the Welshman, taking advantage of Ianto’s distraction to shove him away. “This is going to be unpleasant.”
A bright flash and a high pitched squealing had them cowering away, eyes closed and ears covered. The explosion itself was remarkably quiet but the shock wave went straight through them and they fell backwards, minds gone completely blank as unconsciousness came.
Ianto woke up with a cry and a groan as his whole body throbbed. He looked around him through stinging eyes and wondered what he was doing in the basement. Rubble and ruin surrounded him and he stood up quickly.
“Oh God. Lisa.” He started to move away but had a quick look behind him with a small frown. There was something missing but he couldn’t remember what it was. He shook his head and regretted it immediately as his vision blurred. He scrubbed at his eyes and then ran towards the stairs. He had to find Lisa.
The Doctor sat up with a groan and lifted a shaky hand to his aching forehead. He swallowed and scrunched his nose at the bitter taste on his tongue.
“Temporal explosion,” he muttered. “I hate them. Another fifteen minutes I'll never see again.” He lay back on the grated floor of the TARDIS and stared up at the high vaulted ceiling. He blinked aching eyes and didn’t quite sniff as he thought of Rose. He wished he could break the rules that governed him, that meant he’d never see her again. The rules that he had spent most of his lifetimes upholding no matter how much he had occasionally wished otherwise.
“Things without all remedy should be without regard. What’s done is done,” he quoted to the glowing ceiling. He frowned. “Bugger that,” he said as he sat up again and struggled to his feet. He leant against the console and spoke to his ship. “We… I can at least say goodbye, can’t I.”