Post by A Moment In Subtext on Feb 9, 2008 1:05:32 GMT -5
Torchwood
The Road Not Taken
By. A Moment In Subtext
Ianto stared at her and didn't know what to think.
It was Annie, the pizza-delivery-girl, with the top of her head sewn on and her hair matted down with blood. She wore a distant smile, and a she looked at him in a way that made him vaguely uncomfortable, and he knew.
"You fought so hard for me, I had to hold on for you, so I took this body and transplanted the brain." She told him.
"You're not Lisa." He denied, knowing it was a lie. She was his Lisa. His Lisa who loved him and wanted to be with him forever.
"You always said you didn’t love me for what I looked like. The last time you said that, it was a Saturday. We were hungover, you made cheese toasties and moaned I hadn’t descaled my kettle. That night, we camped on a beach in Brittany. It got so freezing, we wore our coats and shared one sleeping bag. When we woke up the next morning, a dog was pissing on our tent." For a second her eyes seemed to hold her own light again. She spoke again, in a small voice. "Hold me, Ianto. I need you to hold me. I need you to tell me it’s alright."
Gently, he pulled her to him and ran his fingers through her hair. He could feel the stares of his 'team members' on his back, waiting for him to move out of the way so they could finish the job they'd started, but he couldn't let them. "It will be." He promised her, rocking her slightly so they couldn't see his hands moving on the device he'd taken from her previous body.
With a sudden jolt, they landed hard enough to sting their ankles on the sidewalk below them. Ianto pulled away from her and smiled.
"We're here." He told her gently. "We're safe."
The Road Not Taken
By. A Moment In Subtext
Ianto stared at her and didn't know what to think.
It was Annie, the pizza-delivery-girl, with the top of her head sewn on and her hair matted down with blood. She wore a distant smile, and a she looked at him in a way that made him vaguely uncomfortable, and he knew.
"You fought so hard for me, I had to hold on for you, so I took this body and transplanted the brain." She told him.
"You're not Lisa." He denied, knowing it was a lie. She was his Lisa. His Lisa who loved him and wanted to be with him forever.
"You always said you didn’t love me for what I looked like. The last time you said that, it was a Saturday. We were hungover, you made cheese toasties and moaned I hadn’t descaled my kettle. That night, we camped on a beach in Brittany. It got so freezing, we wore our coats and shared one sleeping bag. When we woke up the next morning, a dog was pissing on our tent." For a second her eyes seemed to hold her own light again. She spoke again, in a small voice. "Hold me, Ianto. I need you to hold me. I need you to tell me it’s alright."
Gently, he pulled her to him and ran his fingers through her hair. He could feel the stares of his 'team members' on his back, waiting for him to move out of the way so they could finish the job they'd started, but he couldn't let them. "It will be." He promised her, rocking her slightly so they couldn't see his hands moving on the device he'd taken from her previous body.
With a sudden jolt, they landed hard enough to sting their ankles on the sidewalk below them. Ianto pulled away from her and smiled.
"We're here." He told her gently. "We're safe."