Title: Rising from the ashes
Fandom’s: Torchwood/Highlander/Doctor Who
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Methos/Ianto, Rhys/Gwen, Rhys/Kathy, Andy/Amanda, Owen/Gwen, Owen/Cassandra, Caitlin/Tosh/Duncan, the Doctor, Martha, the Master and Sean/Thalia
Summary: After Jack left them, the remaining members of torchwood three knew they either needed to start over or fall apart. This is their journey as they begin anew and face the changes that will define them all.
Spoilers: Doctor Who S3 ‘Last of the time lords’ and for the year that never was. Torchwood S1 ‘End of days’
Warnings: Some Gwen bashing, mentions of past abuse all forms, torture, and brutal deaths.
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or Doctor Who they belong to he-who-shall-not-be-named. Nor do I own Highlander. I do own Caitlin, Sean and Thalia.
Thanks to: alchemistpotion for betaing this for me
Three weeks have gone by since Jack left them, left them to wallow in their guilt, leaving them to deal with the fallout of their choices.
Jack had abandoned them.
While it hurt a great deal, he had hoped that he had come to mean something to Jack besides a warm body; he could still not find it in him to be mad at Jack, they had after all betrayed him, himself personal twice now.
Jack left them and from the looks of he has no plans on coming back, anytime soon, or if at all.
And they in return are falling apart, Ianto could see that.
Gwen and Owen were bucking heads over who is in charge.
This left him to wonder if the two hadn’t restarted their fling again, because under the tension there was pure untamed lust.
The only reason he cared to know was because how greatly it would hurt Tosh, he knows how much it hurt her when they first started their fling.
But back to the problem at hand, who should be leader.
Owen while he is second in command, he is too brash and can’t deal with the politics that come with leader ship.
While the problem with Gwen is, she is far too new and none of the higher ups will take them seriously if they have the new girl as their leader. Plus she thinks with her heart and could never make the hard choices, like Jack had to do like the time with Jasmine and in a pinch they need someone who could make the hard choices and that was not Gwen.
In the weeks since Jack has been gone Ianto found himself taking care of all the paper work and dealing with the political leaders, and with Tosh’s help created a cover-up story to spin to UNIT and the crown about Jack absents. He is not sure how long they can keep it up.
They can’t keep on like this, with someone needed back at the hub to relay info, that only left three people in the field, which is a disaster waiting to happen, Gwen and Owen unable to work together have trigger one too many close calls in the past weeks.
They need to work together or they are going to self destruct within a month.
They need a leader and they need a few more team-mates to help fill the empty roles that were never filled.
Leadership was a role Ianto truly had been hoping that he would never have to take up again. He was happy to stay in the shadows forgotten by his team except Tosh and Jack, been invisible is what kept him alive all these centuries.
If he was going to do this there are four people he trust to help him shape Torchwood into the team they could truly be, and others who would fit perfectly into Torchwood.
If he was going to take charge, then he was going to make sure that Torchwood three turned into a much stronger team, one that will not fall apart should their leader leave without warn, be able to work as a team.
A sigh escaped Ianto’s lips as he snuggled back into Jack’s chair, he knows Owen and Gwen will fight him, they both think of him as a child, Owen sees him as nothing more than a tea-boy and Jack’s part time shag, Gwen always underestimated him and held some jealous against him for sharing Jack’s bed.
Tosh, ever faithful Tosh would back him up, knowing how much he has done these past weeks. Tosh who he knew giving the right training would make a wonderful second in command and someday a fine leader of Torchwood.
Eyeing the phone, Ianto’s fingers itched to dial a familiar number, needing to hear that beautiful voice, just needing him here with him.
Unable to withstand the temptation anymore Ianto grabbed the phone and dialled the number he could dial in his sleep.
It only rang twice before it was answered and a worried “Ifan” drifter to Ianto’s ears.
“Methos I need you,” and he truly did.
“I’ll be there tomorrow, love.” And Ianto knew the older immortal would keep that vow and for the first time in three weeks Ianto allowed himself to smile.