He lives on//>// Torchwood Fanfic

Chapter 1: blinding white lights

"Mr. Jones, can you hear me? Demonstrate an understanding as response" a males unfamiliar voice called out for the pale figure known as Ianto Jones laying in front of him. Ianto groaned softly slowly opening his eyes letting them adjust to the blinding white lights.

"Mr. jones, do you know where you? What's your name? What's the last the you remember?" The male bombarded Ianto with questions, such simple questions seemed so hard to answer. Ianto looked around his eyes in a squint as he propped himself up seeing the thin gown he wore and weakly finally feeling the cold metal observation table underneath him.

" my names Ianto J-Jones...I-Is this T-Torchwood London?" He croaked recognizing the large clean med bay "yes it is very good" the male nodded writing down something down on his clipboard which caught Iantos attention giving him the chance to see the male.

A taller man, Jeans and a black t-Shirt covered by a pristine white lab coat, a chiseled jaw and black spiky hair which reminded Ianto of his lover Jack Harkness.

Ianto froze, Tears pricking at his eyes as he remembered the events that had occurred no more than five hours ago

"I love you" Ianto managed to choke out, Jack paused shaking his head "Don't. Ianto. Ianto. Ianto, stay with me, Ianto, stay with me, please. Stay with me, stay with me, please, please." There was a brief silence before Ianto spoke up "Hey, it was...good, yeah?" "Yeah" Jack nodded weakly feeling his own body grow tired from the poison in the air "Don't forget me." Ianto sobbed quietly feeling Jacks hand stroke his cheek "Never could" He forced out a laugh to hopefully see his dying lovers smile again
"A thousand years time, you won't remember me." Ianto coughed between his weak sobs  "Yes, I will. I promise, I will." Jack promised shaking his Teaboys limp body as Ianto exhaled his last breath

"Jack..." Ianto choked out, tears. now streaming down his face as he later back on the table "so you do remember that's good..." The male nodded slowly continuing to write

"Mr. Jones do you have any questions before I move you to an observation room?" Ianto thought for a second before looking at the man "why am I alive?" The man looked back at him "Torchwood London was set with clean up duty from the 456, we ID'd the bodies and yours just happened to have come up as a previous agent, we have some revival tech and thought to use it as we are under staffed" he explained blandly getting Ianto to sit back up

"Will I get to go back?" Ianto asked quietly his mind still on Jack "as just a doctor I would not be able to say how ever from what I heard you will most likely be doing archives here" Ianto frowned hating the idea of being stuck down in a dusty basement for hours on end.

"Now if you have any more questions I'm Doctor Glen Abrotz so talk to me or a higher up who will stop by your room later today"

"This is all I get... I die saving the world to only wake back up thrown down into the basement..." Ianto growled quietly his voice still hoarse "sucks but that's what Torchwood is really" Glen sighed supporting Ianto as he stood up "I want out" He blandly spoke his mind "they'll retcon you. You'll forget Torchwood Cardiff you know" Glen cleared his throats trying to remind Ianto of the consequences to which Ianto stayed silent remembering the simple fact as he was shown to his room. Glen backed up as Ianto sat down on the small bed in the bland white room "my rooms just down the hall so if you need anything come down" he sighed to which there was no response "I'll let you get settled, there's a box of your things from Cardiff in the closet" Glen motioned to the small closet before quietly leaving.

Ianto looked to the closet and retrieved the box rummaging through it seeing his usual clothes hygienic products and so on before reaching a small framed picture of him and Jack. He smiled softly thinking of all the times he's had with him.

"Ianto Jones you've finally returned to Torchwood London" the familiar female voice caught his attention as he turned to the short woman recognizing her instantly as his previous supervisor Gloria Logan

"I've returned without choice, I died and you couldn't leave me be" he growled remembering how dry and now sore his throats was "were understaffed right now we need you" she hissed back at him "then find someone else, I'm going back home" Ianto hissed as well irritated that he was separated from his group "that's never going to happen you're to stay here" she barked silencing him "you are to get changed and head straight down to archives, I'm sure you remember where it is" she turned on her heels motioning for him to start work right away before leaving.

Ianto stared quietly before submitting and obeyed the orders given; getting changed and heading down to his designated work area.