absdax

Title:Leap of Reality(working title - Thru the Rift)
Author: Absdax
Pairing: None
Rating: If ya old enough to watch Torchwood, ya old enough to read this!
Summary - Ianto centric Drabble, Gareth Centric Drabble.
Ianto wakes up in a strange place - a crossover with reality.
Disclaimer: Characters not mine, never will be, i'm not RTD, i just like putting them in situations! i have met Gareth and John, but i have no idea how they would really react to these happenings!
Author's Notes: my first fic, un-beata'd any spelling mistakes - sorry! wordpad doesn't seem to have a spellchecker!
It came to me in a dream, (and after meeting Gareth *sigh*)

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Slowly Ianto opened his eyes, 'oh good, he was still in the hub...' he could feel the hard metal grating of the hub walkway cool against his back, he began to realise someone was trying to gain a response from him, his ears slowley tuned in,

"Gareth??? Gareth??, you ok?"

'HUH?? who was Gareth?' he musn't have been the only one to hit their head!

"Very funny Jack! I didnt hit my head that hard! I know my own name.." More people came in to view, worried expressions on thier faces.

Jack looked at him, but was speaking to guys Ianto didnt recognise who were standing behind him, "Uh guys, i think we have a problem!"

Ianto blinked and looked away from Jack, "Jack what do you mean? I told you I didnt hit my head that hard, I know who I am, I'm Ianto Jones, I work for Torchwood," he paused and looked up at the strange faces. "Jack why are there more people in the hub," he looked round a bit more, something was wrong, very wrong, "and why does it look like a film set?"

"Huh," Jack looked around at the guys, then back down at him, "You didnt hit your head at all, you kinda shimmered slightly and dropped the tea tray you were carrying and collapsed on the walkway. I think we have a bigger problem than we thought! Hi Ianto, I'm John by the way."
At this Jack or rather John winked at him, and offered him a hand up from the ground,

Looking puzzeled Ianto took the profered hand, and slowly got to his feet, his head still groggy, 'John??? Why did Jack call himself John? What the hell was going on???'

Someone else was now approching, Ianto heard her famillier heeled boots clacking on the stairs, 'Tosh! She would figure it out,'

"Tosh, there's something weird going on.." he started to say, but paused at the puzzled look she gave him,

"Gareth? you ok?"

Ianto sighed "Ohhh Boy!"

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Senses started to come back to him,
touch - Gareth could feel the metal walkway digging into his back, and a warm damp patch on his trousers,
smell - he could smell the pugent coffee aroma around where he lay, 'Dammit he'd spilt the coffee on his suit trousers haddn't he?'

Eyes still closed, he groaned as he tryed to sit up, and assess the damage, mussles aching in protest, he decied to stay where he was a little longer, his hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose, he had a splitting headache.
His other senses came back then, he heard the famillier sound of John's boots on the walkway, and he became aware of a precence hovering over him.

Groggly he opened his eyes, sure enough, John was standing above him, both hands in his pockets, looking down at him.

"Hey Ianto, you alright?"

Gareth frowned 'Ianto? what was John up to, were the cameras still rolling?'

"Um yeah," he replied, finally sitting up rubbing the back of his head "I think I must have fell and hit my head, last thing I remember I was carrying the coffee up to the office, hope they caught it on camera it'll be one for the blooper real!" he managed a grin and looked up at John, he got a toothy typical 'I'm Captain Jack' grin in return,
"I'm sure Tosh can pull it up on the CCTV for you, she's good like that you know!" Another grin, this time with a suggestive eyebrow waggle. John glanced down to the workstations below, took his rigth hand out of his pocket and waved to someone down below.
"He's ok Tosh!" he bellowed down to her.
There was a faint "Humm??" in reply

Gareth frowned to himself, something was a little off, it was too quiet.
John turned back to him and offered him his hand to pull him up, Gareth reached out and took hold of his hand, and started to pull himself up from the walkway, as he did so he glanced down to the hub workstations, the hub was practically deserted, 'strange, where are all the film crew,'

Letting go of John's hand he moved away to the rail and peered around the hub, as if seeing it for the first time, lost in thought until he was nudged gentley in the side, and a warm comforting presance was at his side. "Ianto? Yan, you sure you're ok?"

A hand came to rest on his shoulder with a small squeze, he glanced at it, with a small frown, then up into John's face,
He started to nod out of habbit.
There was a loud SCREEECH he jerked round and looked up, and up, into the vastness of the hub ceeling.. 'wait that wasn't... it was...'

Way up in the rafters Myfanwy the pteradactal screeched again, and flew down from her perch towards him,

"Oh Shi!!!!!!!!!"

"What? Ianto, its only Myfanwy!"

Gareth swallowed, and looked around again, it was impossible! It cant be real!
He turned back to John... 'not John,' he realised, 'Jack, touchy feely Cap'n Jack! the real thing...'

He looked up at Myfanwy as she landed on the hand rail, cocked her head and squarked an inquisitive sound at them, as if to say, 'you ok?' and shuffled along the rail towards them, hopped down to the walkway next to him, and started to edge over to him, as if uncertain, wether or not to aproach him.

Gareth looked from Myfanwy to Jack and back again to Myfanwy, closed his eyes, and released the breath he didnt realise he had been holding...
"Ohhh Boy!"

on to pt 2

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