Written For: Challenge 596: Horror at tw100.
Summary: This is worse than anything Ianto had ever imagined.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
The events of the Canary Wharf battle had been horrific. So many people, co-workers, friends, and complete strangers, had been slaughtered or converted; months later Ianto was still having nightmares about what he’d seen and experienced that day. He’d honestly thought nothing could be worse than dragging his half-converted girlfriend through the smoke and flames of the burning tower, past piles of bodies, some of them horribly mutilated yet somehow clinging to life.
Then there’d been the nightmare escape from London in a nondescript panel van he’d stolen from Torchwood’s garage, Lisa hooked up to the life-support machinery he’d cobbled together from parts of several conversion units. All the way to Cardiff he’d expected the police to pull him over, demand he show them what was in the back…
After that had come the subterfuge of getting Lisa inside the Hub, the months of juggling caring for her alongside the duties he’d been assigned, struggling to keep going when he was already exhausted.
All of that was nothing compared to this.
He’d been so close to success, to having Lisa back, but his Lisa would never have done this. Tanizaki was dead, and so was Lisa. Only the Cyberman remained.