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The End Of The Line

Word Count: 691
Summary: Captain John Hart had never expected to end like this: drowning in a corridor of an underground secret base with the current lover of his ex-boyfriend ...
Characters: John Hart, Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness
Pairing: Jack/Ianto (hinted), Jack/John Hart (unrequited)
Rating: PG-13
Spoiler: Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
Setting: after Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
Author's Note: Written for torchwood_las. The prompt was Out of time and the additional word flowers.
Beta: larsinger29, thank you!
Disclaimer: I’m not making money with this fanfic. The tv-show Torchwood and the characters appearing within it belong to their producers and creators. Any similarities to living or dead persons are purely coincidental and not intended.


Captain John Hart had never expected to end like this: drowning in a corridor of an underground base with the current lover of his ex-boyfriend, holding on to a lighting fixture to avoid sinking under the water, and with said ex-boyfriend not making much progress in rescuing them …

He shifted his hold around Ianto to pull him higher against his chest. Ianto groaned in pain. ”Don't.”

”I'll just let you drown then.” He tried to ignore the fact that some of the water around them was stained red. A chunk of wall had caught Ianto right beneath his ribs during the explosion. With a bit of luck, he would soon lose consciousness from blood loss and skip the whole drowning business. John envied him that.

Ianto coughed weakly. ”This is your fault.”

John couldn't exactly deny that. ”How was I to know that you're irresponsible enough to keep loaded grenades down here?”

”Says the guy who thought playing catch with a grenade would be fun.”

”You should have caught it!”

”My back was turned!” Ianto coughed again and his head sank down on John's shoulder. ”Couldn't see you throwing it.”

”Who installs safety doors that lock in people anyway?”

While they'd talked, the water had risen further, lapping at John's chest now. He activated the comm link he'd taken from Ianto. ”I don't mean to rush you, but we're kind of drowning here.”

Jack's tense voice filtered through. ”Owen and Tosh are trying to install a shield to fix the wall. As soon as they're done and the sensors don't register new water coming in from the Bay, we can open the door.”

”Take your time, why don't you?”

”How's Ianto?”

”Holding on.” There wasn't anything else to say, really, but the silence got to John. He didn't like it and always felt the need to fill it, no matter how. ”If we don't make it, promise me you'll cry at my funeral. I want them to play I will survive … and no flowers!”

”Yes,” Jack said drily and John knew that he was just playing along, ”because Gloria Gaynor's fine, flowers on the other hand: that would be tacky.”

John chuckled.

”Hand me over to Ianto, will you?”

John rolled his eyes. He shrugged to catch Ianto's attention. ”Jack wants to talk to you.”

Ianto didn't react.

John shook him again, a bit harder. ”Eye Candy.” He turned Ianto to face him. His eyes were closed. ”Ianto!” John held his hand against Ianto's mouth – still breathing.

“John?” Jack asked anxiously.

”He's …,” he began and then paused, unsure how to say it. Finally, he settled on, ”He's not dead … the blood loss must have got to him.”

Jack let out a breath and John could see him in his mind's eye, pacing back and forth, trying to remain calm. ”Okay.”

It was quiet for a minute and John assumed that Jack had muted the comm link to talk to the team alone. When he came back on again, John had put one hand over Ianto's mouth and nose, ready to cut off his breathing when the water rose high enough. He would be able to buy Ianto a minute or two by sharing his own air. Sometimes, a minute or two was all you needed.

”John, Owen and Tosh have one last option left to try to get the shield to work. It's that or ...” Jack paused.

”Or nothing.” John nodded. “Understood.”

”See you soon.”

”I hope so,” John replied and threw the comm link into the water. He didn't want to risk hearing Jack telling him that he was sorry, that they couldn't help … he wanted to hold onto Jack's last words. He looked at Ianto. ”Okay, Gorgeous, let's do this.”

He took a deep breath and then the water stole the last bit of air they had left … and hope and Ianto were all John could hold on to.


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( 26 comments — Leave a comment )
Jul. 1st, 2012 12:30 pm (UTC)
Ooo, I like what you did with this. Nicely tense, dark humor, and an ending where you don't know what's going to happen next. Perfect!
Jul. 2nd, 2012 05:08 am (UTC)
Thank you. :)
Jul. 1st, 2012 12:31 pm (UTC)
I saw this at the LAS but wasn't able to vote or leave feedback b/c I was on vacation with extremely limited internet access, so I'm so glad you posted this here. I wanted to tell the author (you!) that this was my by far my favorite fic out everything I've read at LAS!

I love how we're dropped right into the middle of the action, and your use of vivid detail makes everything so real. John's voice sounds so very HIM, and that ending nearly killed me. You really, really know how to turn up the angst.
Jul. 2nd, 2012 05:08 am (UTC)
Thank you so much. :)
Jul. 1st, 2012 01:45 pm (UTC)
Oooo...not how I thought it would end. Good surprise, even if it is unsettling.
Jul. 2nd, 2012 05:08 am (UTC)
Thanks. :)
Jul. 1st, 2012 01:51 pm (UTC)
Ohh. What a place to end it. It surely can't be the real end. Great job.
Jul. 2nd, 2012 05:09 am (UTC)
Thank you. :)
Jul. 1st, 2012 04:21 pm (UTC)
Oh, you are NOT leaving it there! Where's the rest?

I really like the way we're dropped in the middle of the action (but don't leave us there! LOL!)
Jul. 2nd, 2012 05:10 am (UTC)
:D Thank you.
Jul. 2nd, 2012 03:49 am (UTC)

Excellent writing.
Jul. 2nd, 2012 05:10 am (UTC)
Thanks. :)
Jul. 2nd, 2012 09:39 am (UTC)
Really good!
Jul. 3rd, 2012 08:16 am (UTC)
Thanks. :)
Jul. 2nd, 2012 12:18 pm (UTC)
Humorous and suspensful at the same time - Great Job
Jul. 3rd, 2012 08:16 am (UTC)
Thank you. :)
Jul. 2nd, 2012 04:20 pm (UTC)
Love this! I hope they were saved in time!
Jul. 3rd, 2012 08:16 am (UTC)
Thanks. :)
Jul. 3rd, 2012 08:42 am (UTC)
that's great..love these open-ended stories!!
Jul. 4th, 2012 04:33 am (UTC)
Thank you. :)
Jul. 3rd, 2012 04:45 pm (UTC)
This better not be a one-shot!!
IT's too good.
Jul. 4th, 2012 04:33 am (UTC)
It is a one shot. Sorry. :)
Jul. 3rd, 2012 10:47 pm (UTC)

Well, John did say that the point of being on a team was the last minute rescue :P

I didn't vote this time but I really loved this one, is how things would have been with John on the team.

I will survive as funeral music would definitly be unique enough...

Also Ianto *_*

Jul. 4th, 2012 04:35 am (UTC)
Thank you. I didn't write anything about why John is there 'cause of the word count. But John being on the team is an interesting idea ...

Edit: OMG! You just gave me an idea for a story I'm working on. You're a genius. *runs off to note it down*

Edited at 2012-07-04 08:35 am (UTC)
Jul. 6th, 2012 09:10 am (UTC)
I really do love this story so much. The drama, the intensity, the ending. All were just so, so wonderful.

This is a great example of how to make a short story very impacting. You combined a tense, perilous situation with real emotions and then left it to the audience's imagination just what happened next. It's something that resonates with readers, I think.

Well done, my dear! :o)
Jul. 6th, 2012 11:30 am (UTC)
As always, thank you. :)
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