Characters: Ianto, mentions Lisa, Team.
Written For: Challenge 544: Age at tw100.
Summary: Ianto has been through so much in his short life.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto Jones, just twenty-four years old… That’s no age at all, most people in their early to mid twenties are still discovering who they are and what they want to do with their lives. Ianto though… He’s seen and suffered more than many people three times his age.
Sometimes he can’t help wondering how he can still be sane after what he experienced during the Canary Wharf massacre.
Other times, he wonders if he’s sane at all or just thinks he is. Maybe none of this is real and he’s locked away somewhere, existing in a fantasy world inside his own head.
During the day, surrounded by his colleagues, it’s easy enough to believe what he’s experiencing is real, but when he’s home, alone, lying in bed in the darkness, that’s when the doubts set in.
When he eventually falls asleep, his nightmares are his reality, filled with smoke, and blood, and screaming. Memories of the hours he spent hiding among corpses so the Daleks and Cybermen wouldn’t notice him. Creeping through never-ending corridors that should be familiar but aren’t, searching for Lisa.
But Lisa’s dead, the monster she became executed.
Ianto Jones, just twenty-four, and already he’s lost everything.