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19 January 2010 @ 09:30 pm
Fic: Righted Wrongs  
Title: Righted Wrongs
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Gwen
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Children of Earth. Unfortunately.
Summary: Occasionally Time like to correct herself.
A/N: I wrote this today because I wanted to write Torchwood fic. It's, um, strange. And it doesn't really make a whole lot of sense. But that's fine, I suppose.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood. Alas.

Occasionally Time liked to correct herself. Jack had found it to be an annoying habit until he had met a certain time Lord, and then he suddenly began to understand why Time deemed it necessary. Every now and then things became too tangled, wrong, and positively fucked, and with seemingly no rhyme or reason Time went ahead and fixed herself, for better or for worse.

She tended to do so when people weren’t aware of it happening, like when key individuals went on holiday or took an exceptionally long nap. Or, in Jack’s case, fled to another planet.

The first he got wind of it was in receiving a note from Gwen, delivered by the Doctor (there was a story there, he was sure, but he simply didn’t care enough to ask to hear it), telling him the baby was a girl. He thought he remembered her saying it was a boy and that is name would be Ianto Owen (which he personally thought sounded terrible, touching as it was), but that might have been his own mind playing strange perverse tricks on him. It did that quite often, so he tended to ignore it these days.

Some time after receiving that note Jack remembered that it was considered good etiquette to visit a close friend when they had a baby. Earth still disgusted him, but it would only need to be a quick visit.

He avoided Mermaid Quay as if it were the plague, which for all he cared it could have been, and wandered until he found Gwen and Rhys’s house. Hadn’t the place across the street had a red door and not a blue door? They must have repainted it.

Jack rang the doorbell. Gwen was full of hugs Jack didn’t feel like receiving, and rhys made the situation more awkward simply by being there. Things were not improved by the unsurprising development that Baby Estelle cried as soon as Jack stepped near her.

It was only as a hastily added afterthought that Jack inquired about the team (the one he thought hadn’t really existed, but apparently did).

“They’ve taken your absence quite well, really,” Gwen admitted cheerfully.

Jack chose to flee instead of asking who they were and how they could react to his absence if he had never even met them. His heart rate had picked up (not reminding him of the stopwatch in his pocket) and a name which he tried no the think (Ianto Jones) flashed repeatedly through his mind.

Was time being cruel? Was it just Earth or Gwen being cruel?

Too many questions, and Jack assumed that Mermaid Quay could provide at least a few answers. He hailed a cab, which took him all the way to the Bay area before he realised he had no cash. He couldn’t remember how Torchwood had worked around that problem before (Ianto Jones), so the cabbie got a snog instead of money. It wasn’t such a bad alternative, Jack thought.

It would have been so easy to enter a few coordinates into his Vortex Manipulator whilst standing on the Invisible Lift, but Jack didn’t for that very reason, because when he had left there hadn’t been an Invisible Lift, not any plans to make one.

Also, hadn’t that coffee shop over there closed a few months before Everything Went To Shit?

Jack’s heart was still obnoxiously pounding away in his chest, despite him wishing it wouldn’t. He dragged his feet over to the Tourist Office, stood outside for a good minute or two, and risked the door, ignoring the sign hung on the outside declaring it was closed.

It was inhabited, which would not have bothered Jack in itself, but the way everything was immaculately placed in neat stacks and organised rows sent a shiver down his spine.

It was wrong. It was wrong because of just how right the place looked.

Jack turned to leave, but the unmistakeable brush of footsteps halts him in his tracks.


It was almost to much to bear, and if every muscle in his body hadn’t frozen at that moment he would have fled without looking back. It wasn’t the thought of turning to see the person whose voice he could recognise anywhere, but the fear that he’d turn to see an empty room that shook him to the very core.

He listened, not trusting himself to look. He hadn’t looked for the blue door or Gwen’s little girl or the Invisible Lift, and yet they’d been there. If he didn’t look now, maybe, just maybe, there was a chance that Time had gone ahead and righted the one thing he needed to be right.

“Yes?” he replied, and waited.

i feel: okayokay
soundtrack: It's A Hit - We Are Scientists
goldy_nekochan: serious doctorgoldy_nekochan on January 20th, 2010 04:15 am (UTC)
ahhhh! what a cruel ending! awesome!! <3
wafflenoirwafflenoir on January 21st, 2010 03:53 am (UTC)
I imagine the rest is happy if it helps. :D Thanks for reading!
jantoforever21jantoforever21 on January 20th, 2010 06:29 am (UTC)
Interesting... a bit confusing but very lovely.
wafflenoir: doctordonnawafflenoir on January 21st, 2010 03:52 am (UTC)
I confused myself by writing it. Go figure. xD Thanks for reading!
SamuelJames: Torchwood-Jack Harknesssamueljames on January 20th, 2010 12:28 pm (UTC)
Liked the open ending.
wafflenoirwafflenoir on January 21st, 2010 03:54 am (UTC)
Open endings are fun. Thanks for reading. :D
badly_knittedbadly_knitted on January 21st, 2010 05:54 pm (UTC)
Squeeeee!!! Fabulous! A great idea, and surprisingly not confusing at all. I feel there was a very happy ending when Jack did eventually look =)
wafflenoir: doctordonnawafflenoir on January 22nd, 2010 05:34 pm (UTC)
Of course there was. Becuase I'm not RTD. xD