Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Ianto/Lisa
Disclaimer: Torchwood is not mine. No matter how much I sometimes wish it was.
Spoilers: Better say everything through s2, just to be sure, although it takes place pre-S1.
Summary: Why didn't you tell us? We could have helped you. - Well, what if he did?
This chapter: Ianto isn't going to give up hope.
Thanks to: My beta cazmalfoy for all her wonderful work, and my cheerleaders angelzbabe1989 and piper08 for putting up with me when I whine about being stuck.
Fic starts here
Previous chapters at my master list
A week and a half later, they didn’t seem to be any closer to finding anything from the archives that would help. Owen and Tosh had gone through numerous possible items, running scans and tests, with no luck.
For some of the items they had been able to pin some sort of identification on. Many of them would prove useful for other situations, some were nothing more than interesting curiosities, and a few, it was decided, should be put away and never, ever used.
Many other items, even with all of the latest tests, they were still unable to identify. It was with a heavy heart that these were handed back to Ianto to be returned to the ‘unidentified’ section of the archives.
Thanks, however, to Ianto and Jack’s continued exploration of the archives, there were more artefacts in the ‘to be tested’ pile daily, so, determinedly, none of them were giving up hope, least of all Ianto.
He was especially resolute in his determination to stay positive whenever he was with Lisa. Otherwise, he feared that she would give up, and she really couldn’t afford to do that.
Despite the unusually late hour of his visit, Lisa was still asleep when he got there that morning, so Ianto just took his seat and sat quietly and watched her sleep; watched her take even, measured breaths, her face relaxed and peaceful. He cast his mind back, thinking of how many nights he had lain awake just to watch her sleeping beside him in the weeks after they’d first moved in together. How many nights he’d done the same in the years since.
How many nights he might not get the chance to do it in the future if they couldn’t find something soon.
Shaking his shoulders, he pushed the negative thought away. He couldn’t let himself start thinking like that. This wasn’t the end. It wasn’t.
Lisa’s eyelids started to flutter slightly several minutes before she awoke fully, and Ianto had shifted closer and taken her hand in his by the time she opened her eyes.
“Hey, how are you feeling this morning?” he murmured softly as her drowsy gaze met his.
“I’m okay,” she mumbled unconvincingly.
Ianto squeezed her hand lightly. “You sure? You don’t have to lie to me if you’re not,” he told her gently.
“I’m okay,” she repeated, no more believably than the first time. Her eyes darkened under Ianto’s caring but sceptical look. “Well… mostly okay.” Ianto raised an eyebrow. “A little okay, at least.”
Ianto rested the back of his hand against her cheek. “You really don’t have to pretend with me, Lisa. I’m not okay; I don’t expect you to be.”
“I’m just so scared, Ianto,” she confessed, her eyes becoming glassy.
“I know,” he nodded. “I am too, but we’re going to beat this. We’ll stop at nothing to fix this.” He willed her to believe him.
“I hope so,” she whispered, “because I don’t want to know what could happen if we don’t.” Her gaze burned into his. “I think it’s getting stronger, Ianto. I can feel it in my head more and more – it’s like it’s trying to get out.”
She gripped his hand more tightly. “Whatever happens, you can’t let me do anything to anyone, Ianto. If… if you can’t stop this, then you have to stop me. Don’t let me hurt someone.”
Ianto shook his head. “It’s not going to come to that, cariad.”
Lisa was adamant. “Please, promise me, Ianto.”
There was a buzzing in his ear and a moment later Tosh’s voice came through. “Ianto, you might want to come out here and see this.”
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