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08 May 2007 @ 08:59 pm
Torchwood/Heroes FanFic: Just Like The Wind [Ianto/Peter]  
Title: Just Like The Wind
Crossover: Torchwood / Heroes.
Rating(s): R-Rated. 
Pairing(s): Ianto Jones/Peter Petrelli. 
Warning(s): for attempted suicide/angst.
A/N: Inspired by  vands88own Torchwood/Heroes fic ‘Unlikely Encounter’, and thusly dedicated to her. 
I'm still deciding were I want to take this, but I figured I'd see what my beloved flist thought of it so far. I hope you'll all enjoy it eitherway!
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The air is chill; a kiss of frost to sting at tear-stained cheeks as liquid grief flows freely from reddened eyes, eyes that stare out across the bay and see in the darkness of a pre-dawning morning nothing of the beauty of life but everything in the promise of death. Wind whips at his body, as he stands, tall and shaken atop the roof, bare feet having lost all sensation as he curls naked toes over the edge.
He has left his shoes but a few paces away, sat neatly beside his suit jacket- all perfectly folded with crisp lines and little chance of creasing. It’s just his way. His tie flutters wildly, slapping against his chest every now and then as he spreads his arms and closes his eyes and prays with breaths so deep and panicked that this will make all the pain go away. Please let it make the pain go away.
And suddenly he is falling, flying-falling through the air in a graceful arc so beautifully executed, his face a smile of bliss- an angel without wings as he jumps- face wet with his tears but never before has he looked so at peace with himself and his place in the world, never before.
The pain will go away.
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Peter ran a hand through his hair, feeling the chilled strands catch as he combed his fingers through the wind-swept locks. He’d been standing here, for how long he wasn’t sure, just staring out over the bay. It was a cold morning. Dull and grey. The wind crisp and cool, buffeting the coat that hung loosely upon his slender frame as he simply stood and stared.
Nathan would be worrying, he knew. It was too soon after the near cataclysmic events in New York for Peter to be wandering about by himself. But ever since Nathan had grabbed him close and flown him halfway across the world (the shock and speed of the flight enough to tear the brewing apocalypse from his body), his brother had become a little too unbearable in his protectiveness. Refusing to let him out of his sight, never mind their hotel room, for so much as a minute. Peter couldn’t breathe. He’d been slowly suffocating since their arrival in Cardiff. He’d just had to leave.
Peter heaved a sigh. He hadn’t gone far. If Nathan came looking for him, he’d find Peter easily enough. He dipped his head to stare forlornly down at his trainers; scuffed and dirtied as he toed the left one into the ground. He wasn’t sure what made him suddenly turn, didn’t know why he chose that exact moment to look at, then up at the roof of the Millennium Centre, but when he did Peter found that he couldn’t breathe. His eyes grew wide and fearful as he caught sight of a man standing at the very edge, his arms spreading a second before he allowed himself to fall forward and over the edge.
He didn’t spare a moment to think about it. Didn’t entertain the thought that this was a desperate man’s last attempt at making everything that was wrong in his life right. He simply reacted- responding to the sight of a man falling from a building and rushed to his aid- the power of flight coming more easily to him now than ever before.
The collision of their bodies winded him, but Peter gasped through it, tightening his arms about the man he now held and pulling him up- back up to the roof where they landed in a tangle of limbs and groans.
Peter’s legs felt like jelly as he pulled himself up, stumbling away from the other man who was slowly pushing himself to his feet. The man was pale and shaking, he noted, looking lost and not a little confused. Peter briefly entertained the thought of using his invisibility to disappear before he had to explain things, but the other man turned to him before he had the chance.
He shifted. The other man stared at him with empty eyes and Peter suppressed a shudder.
“Um…” Peter ran his hand awkwardly through his hair. “Hey?”
The man blinked slowly at him. “Hello,” He said, cautiously, his accent thickly Welsh.
“I’m Peter, Peter Petrelli.” The man frowned at him, slanting his gaze away for a heartbeat as he took in the fact that he was back atop the very roof he’d only moments ago tried to leap to his death from.
The man hunched his shoulders as if defeated.
“Ianto. Ianto Jones.” He finally replied.
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mood: artisticinspired
Casey: ianto/peter (love)casey_bee on May 8th, 2007 08:50 pm (UTC)
I LOVE YOU!!! And I'm flattered btw, for the dedication and pimpage and all, you really are one awesome wifey. *hugs* I love it so far, you're really good at writing Peter and have put mine to shame! Poor Ianto though, trying to commit suicide like that, he and Peter should totally have an emo competition and see who wins. XD Brilliant so far hun, PLEASE write more! *begs*
Campaspe: RPS \\ Milo Ventimigliacs_whitewolf on May 8th, 2007 09:05 pm (UTC)
^_^ ::smooches you:: How could I not dedicate this to you? If you hadn't written your fic I'd never seriously have considered writing this pairing! (So anything I write from now on is completely your fault! XD)

Aww! I really liked your Peter, don't go putting him down :( he's suitibly angstified to compete with Ianto!

As for my boys, bless them; I actually had a dream the other night where Ianto jumped from a building (only in the dream Jack was there to grab him back), and decided it would make for an interesting opening to a fic. And then along came angsty almost-apocolyptic Peter and suddenly I had them together in a fic! heh.

I'm really happy you like this so far, hun! Will write more as soon as :)
(Anonymous) on May 9th, 2007 09:50 pm (UTC)
I love this. You should most definitely carry on. Very emotive; it's not often I empathise with suicide!Ianto fic but you managed it here and in such a beautiful and short extract.

Well done you :) Thanks for letting me know you'd put this up here.

LadyH x
ladyharknessladyharkness on May 9th, 2007 09:51 pm (UTC)
I love this. You should most definitely carry on. Very emotive; it's not often I empathise with suicide!Ianto fic but you managed it here and in such a beautiful and short extract.

Well done you :) Thanks for letting me know you'd put this up here.

LadyH x
ladyharknessladyharkness on May 9th, 2007 09:53 pm (UTC)
Sorry, for some reason lj has decided I should comment both annonymously and when I'm signed in. *eek*

It's good enough for two comments though, think of it as double encouragement to write more :D
Campaspe: Torchwood \\ Ianto's guncs_whitewolf on May 9th, 2007 10:00 pm (UTC)
::giggles:: You're quite alright. XD and thanks again, I'm sure the 'double encouragement' shall aid with the writing process!
Campaspe: Torchwood \\ Red Tie Cheeky Grincs_whitewolf on May 9th, 2007 09:59 pm (UTC)
:) Thank you! I have to admit I have a right soft spot for suicide-type fics, but often find that many of them are far to immature and unbelievably written- I'm very relieved that you've found even that short insight into Ianto's frame of mind believable and I hope I can keep it up as I continue.

I'm not sure when I'll manage to get the next part(s) out, but I do hope you'll continue to read!
CS WhiteWolf
coffeegirl18coffeegirl18 on May 14th, 2007 12:38 am (UTC)
There's something pretty about death...I don't mean that in a creepy way. I just mean that it's peaceful, well unless you cause it yourself then it'd probably hurt depending on the circumstances.
Campaspe: Mood \\ Smileycs_whitewolf on May 14th, 2007 05:58 pm (UTC)
Oh no, I completely understand where you're coming from. It can be rather beautiful, especially if it's portrayed believably in fiction. And really, I believe that the pain is usually the last thing on a persons mind if they're comitting suicide- once you've reached that point I think you're probably at real peace with yourself and it's almost like letting go of a sigh you've held in for too long. You just let everything go.

:) how's that for a morbid reply? heh.
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coffeegirl18coffeegirl18 on May 15th, 2007 01:55 am (UTC)
It's just an end where as now a lot of people regret the whole suicide thing and it's like they are reborn. Anyways don't get me talking about sociology and suicide or I'll start to ramble on forever.
coffeegirl18coffeegirl18 on May 15th, 2007 01:56 am (UTC)
Oh and I can be really morbid sometimes...
coffeegirl18coffeegirl18 on May 14th, 2007 12:34 am (UTC)
Aww *snuggles pretty Ianto* What did Jack do now other than kill your cybergirlfriend...Meh, they are so the emoest of emo...but they're just plain hot together.
coffeegirl18coffeegirl18 on May 14th, 2007 12:35 am (UTC)
PS Don't you still owe me a fic...a kinky Jack/Ianto one.
Campaspe: Torchwood \\ Definition of the Tea-Boycs_whitewolf on May 14th, 2007 05:53 pm (UTC)
Umm... you're probably right actually! I've been terrible with writing any prompts given to me this year :S

It had something to do with a stopwatch didn't it?? ::searches through post-its::
coffeegirl18coffeegirl18 on May 15th, 2007 01:58 am (UTC)
I think so...stopwatch, blindfold, I think that's all.
Campaspe: Doctor Who \\ Write me porn!cs_whitewolf on May 18th, 2007 08:44 pm (UTC)
Blindfold too, eh? I'll see what I can do ;)
Campaspe: Doctor Who \\ Team Tardiscs_whitewolf on May 14th, 2007 05:52 pm (UTC)
Haha, yes they are indeed! And why are we automatically assuming it's Jack making Ianto angst this badly? I mean, I'm not saying wasn't, but really... ;)

Thanks for reading, darling!
CS WhiteWolf

coffeegirl18coffeegirl18 on May 15th, 2007 01:59 am (UTC)
Jack would definitely make Ianto angst that badly...since he's sometimes manwhorish...but how could he not be.
moryssa: heroes-peterangstmoryssa on May 18th, 2007 08:20 pm (UTC)
*confused* did I not respond to this before?

Maybe I read it when I was at home and my net connection was being wonky so that it wouldn't post... I apologize, though! I did read it before and meant to poke at you to continue it. I'm glad you did. :D (Off to read the 2nd part now)
Campaspe: Heroes \\ Sylarcs_whitewolf on May 18th, 2007 08:43 pm (UTC)
Thanks, darling!

Am glad you're liking it so far :) it's a somewhat spur-of-the-moment idea I have going on, but I hope you'll enjoy what comes!

silver_x_cross: Rift Citysilver_x_cross on May 18th, 2007 09:13 pm (UTC)
There's a question mark over you continuing? Why is there a question mark over you continuing? *eyes suspiciously* You ARE continuing right?! You can't start an intro like that and NOT continue, that would just be cruel! I have found myself addicted now to Torchwood/Heroes crossovers so you have to continue! Please!
Campaspe: Doctor Who \\ Wanna see my Tardis?cs_whitewolf on May 18th, 2007 09:32 pm (UTC)
Well, it is always nice to be told that someone wants to you to keep writing! XD And YES I am indeed continuing. If you check the end of this chapter you'll find I've just added a link to the second chapter too :)

Thanks so much for reading! I hope you'll continue to enjoy it.
CS WhiteWolf
Goldberrygoldie_girl on May 19th, 2007 02:02 am (UTC)
I'm really enjoying this! About to head off and read chapter two. One minor thing that I noticed:

...to be wondering about by himself.

I think you mean "wandering" here. :)
Campaspe: RPS \\ Milo Ventimigliacs_whitewolf on May 19th, 2007 07:05 am (UTC)
:) Thanks for reading! and for pointing out that error. Have gone and fixed it now.

Enjoy the next chapter!
CS WhiteWolf

_stolendreams_ on February 9th, 2008 04:53 pm (UTC)
Do I actually need to tell you this got shortlisted for Best Crossover? I think you know already.
Campaspe: Torchwood \\ gun to headcs_whitewolf on February 9th, 2008 05:19 pm (UTC)
XD Yeah, I know all the fics I'm shortlisted for, heh.

I'm saving up my squee-filled post about it for when the voting begins!