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09 November 2008 @ 11:54 pm
nov 09: TW/DWFanFic: Romancing the Storm [Eight/Ianto]  
by indiefairy
Romancing the Storm;
Eighth Doctor, Ianto Jones; PG-Rated; 1000words;
With all my love to indiefairy for inadvertedly inspiring this piece,
and for then offering to provide the lush banner for it too.

It was the music that drew him out into the oncoming storm. The wind whipping violently at his body as he stepped out of the Information Centre in only his shirt and an opened waistcoat. His tie slapped up against his face as he was buffeted out of the door and onto the gangway but he ignored it, frowning out into the dullness of the early evening.

A few speckles of rain dripped down from the overhanging clouds; deep and dark, their condensed bellies readying themselves for the inevitable downpour as he pressed forwards. The waters of the bay beside him were being whipped into a frenzy, sloshing against the jetty with waves that crashed upwards, sending wisps of white spray over onto the wooden platform.

The wind howled against his ears, the bay waters shouting out for his attention, but Ianto Jones heard none of it. He heard the music. He heard only the music. It called to him, pulling him forward as if it were the very crying call of some sea siren, beckoning him onwards… towards the music, that frantic chorus of strings that played out to the storm, drawing it in, daring it, taunting it, dancing chords of pure emotion joining with it…

He stepped onto the jetty, raising an arm against the wind and rain and peering down the length towards the figure standing- unperturbed- at the very end. He swayed with the wind, his velvet green coat flapping unnoticed against his legs as he held, in his arms, a violin- fingers flashing over the instrument with a ferocity that made Ianto’s breath catch in his throat. With the other arm, the figure moved the horse-haired bow like lightning across strings pulling the luring sounds of music out into the air.

Ianto kept walking, one foot in front of the other, every step taking him that much closer- closer to… the figure played on, hair a mass of curls that flew about his face, his face set in an expression of sheer concentration, of reverence, his eyes clenched closed as he played his song into the storm. For the storm. And it took Ianto’s breath away as he faltered but paces away. And then his eyes opened and Ianto froze, body jerking to a stop.

He forgot about the storm; the wind and the slow pattering of rain hitting the world about him. He forgot about the music (though it continued to play, nimble fingers never pausing, not even for a heartbeat), drowning instead in the intense blues of the eyes boring into his own.

“Doctor,” he breathed, unable to move or look away. He was caught. Ensnared. He wanted to reach out, to step back, to stop the music, to never have this moment end. He wanted it all. He wanted…

“Hello, Ianto,” The Doctor greeted, thin lips curving into a smile at the sight of him. “This one is for you,” he continued, face turning skywards as the rain began to fall with purpose, his smile never wavering. Ianto knew he spoke about the music and his eyes flickered to the violin before returning to the Doctor’s face.

“Why are you here?” Ianto whispered, words that should have been lost to the howl of the wind are picked up so easily by his ears. “Why have you come?”

“I came to play,” The Doctor answered, still smiling as he returned his own gaze to Ianto’s face, “I came to play for you, Ianto.” He closed his eyes and Ianto shook his head, forcing himself to step back.

“Come away with me,” his eyes opened once again and Ianto stilled.

“I can’t.” Ianto said, rain falling like tears down his face. His shirt was soaked through now, clinging to his body like a second skin and pulling a shuddering shiver from him. He wrapped his arms about his body but made no move to walk away.

“That’s what you said the last time,” The Doctor said, cocking his head.

“It was true then.” Ianto replied, thinking of London and Lisa and how it had been too good to lose, only then to have lost it anyway.

“It is not so true now, is it?” it wasn’t a question. Ianto hugged himself closer. “We could be good together,” the Doctor continued, watching him closely, “you and me, Ianto Jones. We could travel the universe together, see new worlds, and save lives… we could live the life you’ve always dreamt of living.”

“How would you know my dreams?” Ianto pressed. “Perhaps my dream is to live out my life here.”

The Doctor set him with a piercing gaze, his fingers slowing upon his violin as he spoke with measured words, “You were always meant for greater things, Ianto Jones. Bigger things. Better things.”

“With you?” Ianto breathed, wavering as he thought of his life and what he had waiting for him day after day; a lonely home, co-workers he hesitated to call friends, a boss he couldn’t rightly call a lover.

“Always, Ianto,” the Doctor smiled again, fingers plucking out the final few notes before he pulled the bow from the instrument, music fading away into the howl of storm. He held the violin and bow loosely in his left hand and with the right he reached for Ianto, his fingers stretching out.

“Come away with me, Ianto,” the Doctor said, “you and me, Ianto. We were always meant to be together.”

And though he was no longer playing, Ianto could still hear the music calling to him.

He hesitated for a heartbeat only before sliding his hand into the Doctor’s.

“Okay,” he whispered, unsure but determined.

“Okay,” the Doctor agreed, squeezing his hand and stepping to his side. He kept their hands entwined as he walked Ianto from the jetty, from the bay, across the plass and towards the blue box sitting so inconspicuously before the Water Tower.

“Welcome home, Ianto,” the Doctor said, opening the door for him.

Ianto smiled softly and stepped inside.

[ end. ]
[Sequel posted: Wind in the Wires]
[ written as part of Caspe-Wri-Mo

[Now comes with fanart by the beyond-awesome ditchwaterrosie! Omgee, there are no words for how much I love it and how *exact* it is to my own vision!:
by ditchwaterrosie (click for larger version)

mood: excitedexcited
music: mojo!radio
Georgie: Torchwood/Doctor Who - 8&Iantoindiefairy on November 10th, 2008 12:09 am (UTC)
Eeeeee!!!! I love it XD Absolutely gorgeous hun. Rain soaked Eight and Ianto!!! Eight playing the violin!!!! Ianto going away with Eight!!!! makes me want to continue my Eight/Ianto so hard

Eight/Ianto makes Georgie happy XD
Campaspe: Doctor Who \\ 8 Hee Jellybebbies!cs_whitewolf on November 10th, 2008 11:51 pm (UTC)
I've been dying to write some Eight/Ianto fic, I'm glad something finally came to me! X) and that it reads alright too!

I really want you to continue your Eight/Ianto omg please!!

It makes Caspe very happy too X)
Dankie, my love!
talcat: The 8th Doctortalcat on November 10th, 2008 12:20 am (UTC)
More,More and more please!
Campaspe: Doctor Who \\ 8 Dressed Upcs_whitewolf on November 10th, 2008 11:51 pm (UTC)
Your wish is my command ;)

Thank you!
daylyn: Snape squee smiling_unknowndaylyn on November 10th, 2008 12:29 am (UTC)
Woot! (Okay, I know this is embarrassing because I am such a Torchwood fan, but I never really watched Doctor Who. However...) this is brilliant. I love the rain, the violin, the calling. I love that Ianto took his hand, took that step, and went off. I just... loved it.
Campaspe: Crossover \\ Eight/Iantocs_whitewolf on November 10th, 2008 11:54 pm (UTC)
You don't have to have seen any Doctor Who at all, except the movie, as that's where the Eighth Doctor is first introduced to us :) ::points to her icon:: And that lush curly haired man is Eight! heh.

Thank you! It was raining when I wrote it and it all just suddenly came to me as I sat down to write. Eight plays the violin very well, and just as manically when it's storming, it all just seemed fitting.

And I don't think anyone could resist going off with the Doctor ;) heh.

ditchwaterrosie: eightditchwaterrosie on November 10th, 2008 07:49 pm (UTC)

Eight + Ianto + Raining + Violin = BEST THING EVER!

OMG I wasn't even aware this pairing exists.
I love Ianto, and Eight is my favourite Doctor :D


This is so wonderfully....wonderful.
Campaspe: Doctor Who \\ 8 Orgasm Facecs_whitewolf on November 10th, 2008 11:57 pm (UTC)

omg I heart this pairing so much, but there really isn't enough of it out there! Eight is my ultimate favourite Doctor also, he's just so fascinating really!

I'm really pleased you enjoyed this :) There is more if you're interested (just posted), and I do plan on turning this into a loose sort of series.

Thanks again!
CS WhiteWolf
ditchwaterrosie: eightditchwaterrosie on November 11th, 2008 12:38 am (UTC)
*melts* your userpic gave me a goofy grin 8)

There's more? *glomps*

*le fangirl sigh* Why isn't Eight appreciated more? <3 Eight.
Campaspe: Doctor Who \\ 8 Hee Jellybebbies!cs_whitewolf on November 12th, 2008 12:08 am (UTC)
Eight just has some of the best expressions ever XD

yes, there is more! and more to come, I'm fairly sure. I've been dying to play with Eight for so long now and I don't plan on giving him up anytime soon, heh.

(there were rumours they're trying to bring him back for one of the Christmas specials, but I think that's just something we'll have to keep our fingers crossed for!)

<33 Eight.
ditchwaterrosie: eightditchwaterrosie on November 12th, 2008 12:15 am (UTC)
Oh so much win! :D I look forward to it.

I heard that too! I think they were planning something like the Seven Doctors (a la the Five Doctors), obviously seven of the alive ones....one of which is Eight *squeee*

I really hope they come through with it though. I heard rumours about it a year ago and there has been nothing yet :'(
Campaspe: Doctor Who \\ 8 Hee Jellybebbies!cs_whitewolf on November 13th, 2008 09:08 pm (UTC)
I think it'd be just brilliant to bring Eight back. I'd heard that someone met Paul at a convention and when asked about his current projects he was quite tight-lipped. There had been rumours about him featuring in one of the Christmas episodes (this year) or one of the three eps being made for next year, where the (10th) Doctor meets a past version of himself (8!!). But again, remains to be seen!

Fingers crossed, yeah?
Rhi: A kissvipersweb on November 10th, 2008 07:51 pm (UTC)
This is fabulous. I love the imagery here. Love how Eight seduces Ianto to come with him and love that Ianto chooses to go with him. Good for Ianto!
Campaspe: Doctor Who \\ 9 Wanna see my Tardis?cs_whitewolf on November 10th, 2008 11:59 pm (UTC)
Thank you :) The whole image of it came just came to me, everything from the building storm to the figure playing so frantically at the violin; I simply couldn't reisit writing it all out.

I'm glad you liked it!
CS WhiteWolf
teh22oz on May 23rd, 2009 06:23 am (UTC)
*found this story via torchwood_fic*
Oh. Wow. WOW!
I’m glad I’m not the only one who sees how beautiful this pair is =)
You made my day, really. Great job! *hope for more someday*
Campaspe: Crossover \\ Eight/Iantocs_whitewolf on May 27th, 2009 10:47 am (UTC)
Thank you very much! :D I'm well chuffed you've enjoyed this piece and that you're a fellow Eight/Ianto fan, heh.

There is a (sort-of) sequel/prequel to this part if you are interested, "Wind in the Wires" - it tells how they first met each other :)

CS WhiteWolf