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likesthecoat) wrote2007-08-21 10:49 am
likesthecoat) wrote2007-08-21 10:49 am
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Canon: Cyberwoman
Ianto readjusts his tie, heart pounding as the elevator carries him down into the Hub.
(today, today, he's coming today)
He's scared for a moment that he'll be caught, that someone will notice how nervous he looks and know and everything will come crashing down around him. Today is a special day, a good day, but dangerous as well-- he's been planning it for weeks now, and there's always the chance that something might happen, that they'll all find out.
Ianto needn't have worried-- when he crosses the threshold he is greeted by the sounds of an energetic two-on-two basketball game. He stands behind the bars for a few minutes, puzzling out the teams as he waits on the doors to open. They're loud and clumsy and Ianto hopes they don't knock over or break any important equipment.
Owen and Gwen are together, their moves flashy and unorthodox. Owen tosses her the ball from the upper level-- Jack intercepts it and he and Tosh play keep-away for a few seconds, laughing, until Gwen recovers and throws it back to Owen who scores the final goal from his position above the net. The usual post-game banter is exchanged ("Of course, that was an illegal move." "Totally illegal!" "Yeah, keep telling yourself that. Losers.") as everyone gathers jackets and purses.
No one speaks to Ianto as they leave, or even seems to realize that he's there. Jack throws the basketball to him without looking, and the sudden silence is almost as deafening as the noise of the game.
As soon as the door hisses closed he's off and moving. He can't spare a single second-- there's too much to be done.
(today, today, he's coming today)
He's scared for a moment that he'll be caught, that someone will notice how nervous he looks and know and everything will come crashing down around him. Today is a special day, a good day, but dangerous as well-- he's been planning it for weeks now, and there's always the chance that something might happen, that they'll all find out.
Ianto needn't have worried-- when he crosses the threshold he is greeted by the sounds of an energetic two-on-two basketball game. He stands behind the bars for a few minutes, puzzling out the teams as he waits on the doors to open. They're loud and clumsy and Ianto hopes they don't knock over or break any important equipment.
Owen and Gwen are together, their moves flashy and unorthodox. Owen tosses her the ball from the upper level-- Jack intercepts it and he and Tosh play keep-away for a few seconds, laughing, until Gwen recovers and throws it back to Owen who scores the final goal from his position above the net. The usual post-game banter is exchanged ("Of course, that was an illegal move." "Totally illegal!" "Yeah, keep telling yourself that. Losers.") as everyone gathers jackets and purses.
No one speaks to Ianto as they leave, or even seems to realize that he's there. Jack throws the basketball to him without looking, and the sudden silence is almost as deafening as the noise of the game.
As soon as the door hisses closed he's off and moving. He can't spare a single second-- there's too much to be done.
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There's a sound of machinery clanking downstairs-- the door is opening. "Yeah, usual time," Ianto says quickly. "See you then." He makes his way downstairs, smiling at the white-haired old man with the metal case who has wandered into the Hub. "Good to see you again, sir. Are they looking after you at the hotel?"
Ianto comes to a stop in front of the doctor and bows. "Konnichiwa, Tanizaki-san."
Tanizaki mirrors the gesture and the greeting. "Konnichiwa." Ianto takes the man's case and leads him away from the main part of the Hub.
The sound of dripping water can be heard at this level, where the only lights are the reds and blues of emergency backups. The door at the end of the corridor is locked, and Ianto pulls the key from inside his jacket.
"I did all I could," Ianto says, not sure whether it's a warning or an apology. "I really did." He opens the door.
The room is dominated by a large metal framework, flanked by a respirator and monitors, with tubes and wires threaded throughout like wild vines. There is a table off to one side, on which a bowl of fruit, a picture, and a vase of flowers have been placed. In the middle of this mechanical web lies a person, a woman. Ianto flips a switch and the frame she lies on rotates, lifting her into a more upright position. Half of her body, maybe more than half, is bright, cold metal.
"My God!" says Tanizaki, not believing his own eyes. "It's not possible! One of them survived!"
Ianto steps forward and kisses the woman gently, on the lips. "This is Lisa."