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Trainwreck - Torchwood/Doctor Who crossover
The Doctor, a brilliant, but scary man. No, not man. But we wouldn't want to be going into that. He has saved so many lives, but lost double the amount. One life was just one too many, and he decided to do something about it. What… well. That would be telling.
"You can't do that,"
The Doctor laughed, whether it was cold, or an actual laugh, it was difficult to tell. "Ashildr, you owe me. The only reason I'm not planning revenge on you right now, is because I know, wherever you're sending me. However far away… you'll be stuck right there with me,"
Her eyes widened, and he grinned. Oh, he grinned so brightly it was frightening.
"Always have a back up plan, Ashildr. Have you wondered why you haven't been able to move since the timing of Clara's death?" The Doctor asked, his hand still trapped. Supposedly. He smirked when she tried to move her feet, only to freeze. A hand, that's all it was. One hand. Holding onto her tightly. Not letting go anytime soon.
"What is it, Doctor? What have you done?" She asked and The Doctor shrugged sheepishly, clearly enjoying the show in front of him, the others were questioning him with their eyes. He watched as Rigsy frowned, staring at the hand by Lady Me's ankle.
"Is it alien?" He asked and The Doctor shrugged once more.
"I don't know, is it, Ashildr?"
"Yes, it is. The Weeping Angels," her breath was shaky, as she stared back at The Doctor. "They planned every scenario, right to the tee. But not this. How, how did you do this?"
"First rule, never give away your master plan. Second rule, don't follow instructions from aliens you don't know," The Doctor said, "Because it makes some people very angry. Like me, right now. I'm very angry. Thirdly, welcome aboard the TARDIS,"
The Doctor pulled an invisible leaver, and the street vanished, along with the other handful of aliens that were watching, wondering what was going on. All until it was just him and Lady Me and the TARDIS.
"I've frozen the events, Ashildr. And I'm going to be doing a few rounds of goodbye before I go to the place you're sending me. Understood?"
"I don't understand, what do you mean frozen?"
"Stasis cube. Like cuppa soup," The Doctor replied, like it made a lot of sense. "Let's pay a visit to Torchwood first. I want to see what Captain Jack is up to," he said with an unreadable expression and he turned to Lady Me, who was still staring at her ankle as they made their journey through time and space.
"I've heard of him, and his team. You don't know what happens to them, do you?" She asked and The Doctor strutted over to her with narrowed eyes, his index finger pointing at her face.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Their little team, the whole of earth. What they went through. You seriously don't know and yet, you treat Jack like an old friend. When he needs you the most and where are you?"
"Shut up," The Doctor told her and she laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. "Just shut up!" his Scottish accent coming through thick as he went back to the TARDIS controls, he flicked a few switches and the TARDIS suddenly went quiet.
"They die. He dies. Everyone in his team, including his lover. You're not there. You're never there," she continues, "You say you care but do you really care what happens to them?"
"I care, I bloody care. You just killed Clara, my Clara and you will shut up or…"
"Or what?" Lady Me questions, "You'll do what? You already have me trapped. What will you do?"
The TARDIS shakes, sounding broken and interrupts their conversation, turning red. The Doctor frowns as he rushes over to the controls. He checks the scanner, and it says three numbers. Over and over again. Just three numbers.
"456" The Doctor mutters, "What's 456?"
"You don't even know the half of it," Lady Me said and The Doctor walks over to her, and tries to calm himself as he walks past her to the blackboard.
He writes 456 on the board, and all that can be heard is the sound of the TARDIS, and The Doctor's breathing. Lady Me is silent as The Doctor pinches the brim of his nose.
"Tell me," The Doctor ordered.
Meanwhile, Jack turned to Ianto in panic, realising what the 456 had planned. He never usually showed his emotions but this was different, this was Ianto. And he had just put the person he cared most in the world in danger, and he didn't even think about it.
He just didn't think.
"We need to get you out of here, Ianto. I can take it, but you can't," his voice almost broke as he grabbed Ianto's hand and they ran to the exit. But just as they started running, red light flashes, and beeping was heard.
"This building has gone into Lockdown"
It was said over and over again, and the doors closed as Jack tried to push Ianto through.
"Jack, I'm sorry, no one can get in or out. You're in lockdown," Gwen said through the comms and Jack rolled his eyes.
"Thanks, yeah. Figured that much," Jack muttered back, still holding Ianto's hand, and he wasn't planning to let go anytime soon. He didn't care what anyone thought, not anymore. Not in these last few moments.
"It's going to be alright, it wasn't your fault, okay Jack? It wasn't your fault," Ianto told him and before they knew it, the 456 spoke again.
"Watch, watch as they die. Tomorrow, we will get ten percent of your children. Tomorrow,"
All around the building, people were dying as they tried to get out. Some collapsed on the stairs, some collapsed in chairs. Some as they tried to bang on the doors, but the doors never opened. They died.
"Not him!" Jack cried out in undescribable pain, "Anyone but him, get him out, not him," he repeated, tears flowing down his face.
"You wanted to fight," The 456 spoke.
Jack felt Ianto's hand loosen, and Jack wrapped his arms around him as he fell to the ground.
"Don't forget me," Ianto whispered. Jack had never felt pain like this before, in all his different lives, he'd never felt… the only way to describe it was love. He never felt so much love for someone and it was killing him.
"Never, I could never forget you,"
"In a thousand years time… you won't even remember my name,"
Jack let out a chuckle, "I will,"
"I love you," Ianto said, looking into his eyes.
Jack kissed him on the forehead, crying uncontrollably. He never said it before, but he was going to. In this moment, while he was still alive. He didn't care anymore. He didn't care about anyone but Ianto, and if he waited any longer he knew he'd regret it.
"I love you too," Jack whispered in his ear as Ianto's eyes closed, a smile on his face as his breathing became shorter. Jack screamed, and cried. Refusing to let go, refusing to let the air poison him.
Until, as he couldn't hold on any longer, he heard a faint sound. The sound that brought hope to anyone who heard it. Hope that had long gone.
The sound of the TARDIS.
He passed out, still holding Ianto's hand. A voice called out to him, and he murmured, "Gray," as he let go of Ianto's hand.
"Who's Gray?" The Doctor questioned. He chose the right time to visit, and he couldn't be more thankful. He crouched down to Ianto, he could still feel a faint heartbeat. Very faint.
And he had an idea. No more deaths, not today.
Ianto didn't have to die.
"Ashildr, do you still have the micro repair kit?" The Doctor asked and she nodded, taking it out of her pocket.
"I never used it. I didn't want anyone to suffer the way I did," Lady Me said, and chucked it to The Doctor.
He didn't need to think as he placed it on Ianto's forehead. He watched as the kit sank into Ianto, becoming a part of him and only then did he sit down, and breathe a sigh of relief.
A long time had passed until Jack woke up with a start, breathing heavily. His eyes looked to the ground, seeing Ianto next to him still. Jack sobbed, and wiped his eyes. Holding Ianto's hand once more, he rested his head on his chest, and sniffed.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. But sorry was never good enough. Oh god, he'd have to tell his sister. He promised her he would look after him. He promised he would keep Ianto safe.
"There's no need to apologise,"
Jack heard and he frowned, moving his head to find the voice. An old man was there before him, sitting with them. He wasn't just any old man, though. There was something different. He could sense it. Jack stared into his eyes, and then looked at the strange attire.
His frown deepened.
"You've changed your style again," Jack replied, normally he'd grin. Normally, he'd be happy to see The Doctor. But today, of all days. He just couldn't get a smile out of himself. It didn't seem right.
"Do you like it?" The Doctor asked with a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes and Jack sighed.
"Red doesn't suit you. Have you tried purple?" Jack questioned with a little humor in his voice.
"Nice to see you too, Captain Jack." The Doctor said with a sing-song voice and Jack shook his head, glancing back at Ianto.
"I'm not a Captain. Not anymore," he didn't mean to say that out loud. But he was struggling. More than he had in a number of years. And he for once, had no idea what to do.
"You're all doom and gloom aren't you?" A female voice caught Jack's attention and he turned to see who was behind him and blinked. He then stared at the hand holding onto the woman.
"That Weeping Angel is holding you pretty tight," Jack spoke, and the woman laughed.
"You can say that again. I'm Lady Me, I don't think we've been introduced," she said and Jack hummed, before turning back to the Doctor.
"There's a reason for that," The Doctor said. "Jack, there's something you should know,"
"Oh no. Not today. There's someone out here trying to kill my friends. 456 wants ten percent of the children of Earth, and I need someone to tell Ianto's family he's d… ea…" Jack couldn't say it. He couldn't accept it. Not yet. But he had to. He had to move on. Like he's done before.
"About that," The Doctor said and Jack looked at The Doctor with his eyebrows raised, his eyes still red and blotchy from crying.
"What? What do you have to say? Because I don't want your pity." Jack said with a glare, and he held his breath as The Doctor spoke once more. Two words, it was just two words.
"He's alive,"