Goodnight Sweetheart 35/?
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missthingsplaceTitle: Goodnight Sweetheart
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missthingsplace
Parings/characters: Ianto/Lisa Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Owen/Toshiko, Andy/Donna
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters ... unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: When Ianto lost his job he knew it was the oppotunity he'd been waiting for but nothing could have prepared him for what was to come when he leased the premises for his new enterprise.
Warnings: Slash, fluff, romance, angst, humour, AU
Spoilers: Anything is fair game
Rating: NC17 for series
“Donna, are you there?” Ianto called out, banging on the wooden pub door with his fist. “It's me, Ianto, Donna?”
“Hold ya horses!” Donna's voice came back to him a second or two later and he heard the sound of the keys being turned in the locks and the bolts being slid back, then the door opened.
“I never expected you back so soon,” Donna said, standing aside so that Ianto could enter the pub. “Jack told me you wouldn't be back for a week or so.”
“I didn't think I would be, but things change,” Ianto answered, taking a seat on a stool by the bar. “I need to get hold of Jack.”
“He usually comes in at lunchtime, you know that,” Donna replied. “but there's no way of getting hold of him at the base, they don't pass on personal calls.”
“But this is important,” Ianto stated, feeling frustrated.
“I know love, but all you can do is wait and see if he turns up,” Donna replied, placing her hand on his arm in what she hoped was a comforting manner. “how about a nice cup of tea?”
“Tea?” Ianto asked, unable to stop the small chuckle he emitted.
“What's so funny about tea?” Donna asked, planting her hands on her hips.
“Nothing, it's just that everyone thinks that it will cure anything,” Ianto shrugged with a smile playing on his lips.
“Well, it's brought a smile to your face,” Donna smirked. “so, tea? Yes?”
“Yep, go on,” Ianto agreed and followed her through the bar and into her kitchen while she put the kettle on.
*~*~*
After showering Lisa pulled herself together as best she could and dressed quickly in her most comfortable clothes, slipping her feet into shoes that didn't need lacing or buckling she grabbed her coat and bag and headed out the house and down to the bus stop to wait for the number nine, which would take her just one street away from Gwen's.
Half way through her journey Lisa's mobile beeped in her bag, hoping it was a text from Ianto she pulled it out quickly only to find it was from her friend, checking up on her.
'Hi Lisa, just making sure you're okay and on your way? If not I can still come to yours? Let me know, Gwen xx'
'On my way now, will be there in about ten minutes, put the kettle on, Lisa xx' she sent back and replaced the phone back in her bag, watching out the window for her stop and trying not the think about the last conversation she had had with her husband.
When Lisa stepped off the bus she lifted the hood of her coat against the rain that had begun to fall softly, turned left and walked a couple of hundred yards before stopping at the kerb to cross the road. She waited until the bus had pulled away and then stepped off the kerb, not seeing the car that sped around the corner, she was unconscious moments after she hit the road.
*~*~*
“He's not coming, is he?” Ianto sighed, glancing at his watch again, the time now gone three in the afternoon.
“He's not expecting you, he's no reason to come here,” Donna said gently.
“But he doesn't only come here to see me, does he?” Ianto asked.
“No, but his visits are less frequent when you're not around,” Donna answered. “I'm sorry Ianto, I wish I would help.”
“I … need to get … back, would you do me a favour please?” Ianto asked and Donna nodded. “If Jack comes in, let him know I was here and that I'll be back soon, I can't promise when … things are a little complicated, but I will be back.”
“What's wrong Ianto? Tell me, perhaps I can help?” Donna asked.
“Nope, no-one can sort out this mess but me,” Ianto replied, getting to his feet. “I … someone's … no, I have to go, just pass my message on, please?”
“Of course,” Donna agreed, letting Ianto go without trying to stop him or force the issue.
Ianto ran from the pub, back into the alleyway and through the time portal back to his time. The coffee shop was almost full to the brim, his staff running it as seamlessly as always. He handed one of them the keys and asked them to lock up for him, telling them to drop the keys through his letter box and then left, intending to go home and talk to Lisa.
Taking his mobile from his pocket he checked it just as it beeped with a text message and discovered it was one of over twenty from both Gwen and Rhys, along with almost the same number of missed called and three messages on his answer phone.
He got into his car and listened to the first message, feeling like all the blood was draining from his body as he listened to Rhys voice.
“Ianto, where are you? Stupid question! Look mate, it's Lisa, she's been in an accident,” There was a small pause and then his mate continued. “she's in Cardiff general, I won't lie to you mate, she's in a bad way. Just get there, okay? Soon.”
Ianto cut the call, tears streaming down his face as he pushed the key into the ignition and started the car. Putting it into gear he pulled away from the kerb and somehow managed to make his way to the hospital, scared of what he would find.
TBC
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Date: 2011-03-09 10:30 pm (UTC)*runs around, pulling hair and scaring the kittens*
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Date: 2011-03-10 07:20 pm (UTC)Thank you :D
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Date: 2011-03-10 07:20 pm (UTC)Thank you :D
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Date: 2011-03-09 11:26 pm (UTC)Can't wait for more...
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Date: 2011-03-10 12:06 am (UTC)What's going to happen now? What? What? What?
Edge of seat time, darn it.
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Date: 2011-03-10 07:21 pm (UTC)Thank you :D
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Date: 2011-03-10 07:21 pm (UTC)Thank you :D
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Date: 2011-03-10 07:21 pm (UTC)Thank you :D
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Date: 2011-03-10 07:22 pm (UTC)Thank you :D
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Date: 2011-03-10 07:22 pm (UTC)Thank you :D
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Date: 2011-04-02 06:31 pm (UTC)great update
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