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21 May 2007 @ 07:25 pm
Torchwood/Heroes: Just Like The Wind III [Ianto/Peter]  
Title: Just Like The Wind 
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Fandom: Torchwood / Heroes.
Rating(s): R-Rated.
Pairing(s): Ianto Jones/ Peter Petrelli.
Warning(s): Angst; Attempted Suicide.
Summary: After the near cataclysmic events in New York, Peter Petrelli is taken to Cardiff to lie low and recuperate. When he crosses paths with the mysterious Ianto Jones, however, he soon finds recovery the furthest thing from his mind as the Welshman inadvertently leads him to Torchwood and the secrets within.
A/N: Again, this story is dedicated to my beloved vands88for sharing in the Ianto/Peter loving! This is all for and because of you, darling :D
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three.
 
It was with a jolt that Peter awoke, blinking his eyes frantically as he tried to focus in on his surroundings. It took him a moment to remember just where he was, his eyes widening in shock as he realised he must have fallen asleep in the café.
 
“Good morning.” Came a voice. Peter jumped, twisting in his seat to face the speaker sitting across from him.
 
Nathan sat cradling a cup of coffee, his gaze cold and unforgiving as he stared at his brother. Peter cringed, slumping back.
 
“Nathan, I’m-,” Nathan lifted his chin and Peter bit back his apology. “I’d meant to be back sooner.”
 
“Before or after I realised you were missing?” Nathan asked, his voice level.
 
Peter winced. “I wasn’t missing, just… out.”
 
Nathan drummed his fingers against his mug, his jaw clenched tight at his brother’s words.
 
“Out?” He nodded once as if in understanding and then again towards a mug of black coffee, the liquid barely touched and left to go cold by its drinker. “With who?”
 
“No one,” Peter replied instantly before frowning, “I mean I- I don’t know.” He finished.
 
Nathan raised a disbelieving eyebrow as he watched his brother. Peter shook his head.
 
“No, I really… I don’t remember.” He looked up with slightly panicked eyes, finding himself unable to recall having coffee with anyone this morning, finding himself unable to remember how he’d even come to be in this café at all.
 
“Oh god.” Peter breathed out, his heart starting to thump heavily against his chest as he struggled to recall even the tiniest of details. “I can’t remember, Nathan.”
 
Nathan reached out to touch at his hand, his fingers warm as they curled protectively about his brother’s own. “Peter. Don’t.”
 
“Don’t.” he repeated, the sound of his voice firm and commanding. It was enough to focus Peter, to pull him out of his panic before it could overwhelm him. The last thing they needed was for Peter to go nuclear in Cardiff.
 
“Nathan, I can’t-,”
 
“It’s okay.” Nathan said, squeezing then releasing his hand. Peter wet his lips, clenching his hands together in his lap. He felt as if there was something, a name on the tip of his tongue or a somebody standing just at the edge of his vision.
 
“I spoke to the waitress before you woke,” Nathan began, pushing his cup of coffee towards Peter whilst still making sure to keep his brother’s attention. “From what I’ve managed to gather you were talking with a man in a suit.”
 
“A Welshman.” Peter whispered, his frown deepening as the description niggled at him.
 
“That’s a given.” Nathan replied, seeming to miss the significance.
 
Peter picked up Nathan’s proffered coffee and took a sip, grimacing at the strong taste. Nathan liked his black. Just like… Peter’s eyes flickered towards the cold coffee beside his brother.
 
“Nathan,” Peter opened his mouth to say something. Nathan raised a hand to still his words.
 
“We’ll talk more back at the hotel.” Nathan said. “I am uncomfortable having you out amidst so much distraction.”
 
Peter bristled at the comment but didn’t reply. He knew he was a danger, a walking time bomb to everyone everywhere. He always would be, at least until he learnt to control the powers within himself.
 
Nathan stood, slipping silently out of the booth. Peter followed as expected and together they made their way out into the blustery cold of Cardiff. They were half way across the bay, making their slow way through the wind and the rain, when Peter had the strongest urge to turn back around, to look over his shoulder and up- up towards the Millennium Centre.
 
Peter watched-- as if caught in a vision-- the shadow of a man standing atop the building- his arms spreading wide like wings as he stepped slowly forward, flying towards the ground…
 
“Pete?” Nathan’s hand was tight in its grip about his arm, dragging him back to the present. Peter shook his head, clearing his mind as he turned to look his brother in the eye.
 
“Ianto.” Peter muttered; the name lost to the wind.
 
“Peter?” Nathan asked, nudging his brother’s face up. “What is it?”
 
Peter smiled slowly, the rain running down his face in rivulets. “He said his name was Ianto.”
 
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mood: cheerfulcheerful
 
 
 
The Katie: DW Jackkatie__pillar on May 21st, 2007 07:06 pm (UTC)
Ooh, go on Peter, beat the Retcon! I really like this - looking forward to it developing.
Campaspe: Heroes \\ Peter/Iantocs_whitewolf on May 22nd, 2007 08:48 am (UTC)
Hehe yeah, can't have the boy forgetting forever! There'd be no point in continuing if he did XD

Thanks for reading!
Peace,
CS WhiteWolf
Casey: ianto/peter (love)casey_bee on May 21st, 2007 08:02 pm (UTC)
Awww, Peter loves Ianto so much he remembers him! Now, go save him again! I love the Peter/Ianto you've created, realistic but so damn emo!cute! Hope to see more soon, and thanks again for the dedication. *squishes*
Campaspe: Torchwood \\ Red Tie Cheeky Grincs_whitewolf on May 22nd, 2007 08:53 am (UTC)
::smooch:: Yes he does! Next chapter is all planned out, it's only a matter of writing it up, and then- MUHA- the boys will bask in more of the emo!cuteness they are known for!

So glad you're still liking :)
Peace,
Campaspe
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Campaspe: Torchwood \\ Chibi OTPcs_whitewolf on May 22nd, 2007 08:55 am (UTC)
Ohh, now just who should I give Nathan to? The thought had crossed my mind but I think the poor guy needs to get back to NY- you know, whole political career and all. Still... there's always time for a little romance... maybe!

Thanks and I hope you'll continue reading.
Peace,
CS WhiteWolf