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Life is All, Part I: Allons-y Alonso, Chapter 7
Title: Life is All Part I: Allons-y Alonso Chapter 7
Pairing: Jack/Alonso, past Jack/Ianto
Word Count: 1,646
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jack and Alonso land on the 456s planet. Stuff goes down.
Warnings: suicide/self-harm
A/N: Last chapter of Part I!!! Woo!! So, from here on out, expect less angst, more gung-ho-ness, and happier sex scenes.
Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, & 6
Jack’s breathing was loud in his ears. It was all he could hear for his first couple of seconds on the planet surface. Harsh panting: inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. It was oppressive. He forced himself to take more regular breaths, to breathe in more slowly and steadily. Gradually, he calmed down, and his breathing slowed, growing quieter.
He turned back to Alonso. “Okay?” Alonso nodded, fingers tightening their grip on the neutrino gun.
Jack turned back to face forward. Back when he had first faced the 456, he hadn’t been able to get a good look at them because of the opacity of the air they breathed. Now...Jack clicked a button on the side of his gasmask, and suddenly the thick air fell away from his vision. Everything was clear: a little bit a future-tech went a long way. He looked ahead of him. There was a path, leading up to an ominous-looking building. Oddly enough, no one was on the path. He swiveled his head from side to side: still no one to be seen. Curious, but convenient. Maybe it was a bank holiday or something.
He started forward on the path, expecting Alonso to follow. Behind him, gravel crunched under foot, and Jack knew he had. After just a few minutes of walking they reached the front doors of the building, uninterrupted. Jack pushed at the doors. The gnawing, uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach was stronger now, but he ignored it. It wasn’t like there was anything that could hurt him. At least, not permanently.
The door opened with no resistance, just drifting backwards until the momentum from Jack’s push gave out. Jack took a step inside. Something was definitely not right. The building that machine that kept them alive was in was unlocked, with no guard? It may be safe from attack from any of the natives, but surely someone had tried to get revenge before, had tried the exact thing Jack was trying now.
A few steps inside, his foot hit something. Jack glanced down, then leapt back. He collided with Alonso, and it took a moment of stumbling before both men managed to remain securely on their feet.
“What-?”
“Shh! It’s a…” Jack paused. He took a step forward. There, on the ground, was an Iucund. Or, what was left of one.
“It…it looks like it…exploded?”
Jack’s breath quickened. Wait. Wait a second. The telepathic link. It…it couldn’t have…all of them?
Jack was off like a shot, running through the building. He ignored Alonso’s cries and hurried footsteps behind him. He ran from room to room, gaze sweeping across the ground. Dead, dead, dead, dead. Every single room told the same story: the Iucunds working here had all exploded, dying instantly.
Jack turned back to run to the main room, meeting up with Alonso along the way. “Jack, what happened-”
Jack gripped Alonso’s shoulders, staring at him through the gasmask. “We need to find a…a news room. Some sort of…cameras! Security cameras. We need to find them, try and find them all over the planet, see if…” Abruptly he released Alonso and fumbled in the pocket of his coat. Of course. No life signs. That was what was wrong. No life, anywhere on the planet. He flipped through his scanner, which had a direct link to the ship. Nothing, anywhere on the planet. They were all dead.
For a moment, Jack just stood there. Alonso’s voice was filling his ears, asking some sort of questions. Jack shoved the scanner in his hands and took off, slowly walking out of the building and back the way they came. Dead. All of them. Every one.
A cold feeling settled in the pit of Jack’s stomach. So they had been dead all along. The entire species had been dead for months. He had gotten his revenge for Ianto’s death not even a day after he died.
Jack felt sick. He wanted to vomit. Or curse, or scream, or…
He ripped off his gasmask, throwing it as far as he could. A scream wrenched its way out of his throat, until it was replaced by fire. Dimly he heard Alonso shout, and then everything went black.
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His whole body was on fire. Jack gasped, breathing air into his lungs. He felt…wetness, all over his face. As his vision cleared and his senses slowly came back to him, he saw Alonso hovering above him, crying and shaking. Oh, that’s where the wetness came from. Jack wiped at his face and mouth. Alonso must have tried giving him CPR while he was crying. Always fun.
“Oh, Jack, I…You were…I didn’t know what to…”
He glanced around. They were back on the ship, airlock closed tight. He looked back over at Alonso and sighed. “Don’t. I should have told you…”
Suddenly Jack was pulled into a tight embrace, a sobbing Alonso squeezing the fresh air from his lungs. “I thought…you’d…”
As gently as he could, Jack extracted himself from Alonso’s embrace. “I did.” Jack sighed again, running his hand through his hair. As calmly as he could, he looked Alonso in the eyes. “I died. But, thing is, I don’t stay dead.”
Alonso blinked. And he blinked again. “Are you…are you a Time Lord, too?”
That caught him off guard. Jack actually laughed: not loudly, not raucously, and just for a second. But he still laughed. “No, no. Definitely not. I’m just…odd. Something happened to me, and now I can’t stay dead. I just…bounce right back.”
Pain blossomed in Jack’s nose, and he saw stars. It took a good two seconds for him to realize Alonso had just punched him in the face. “Ow! What-”
“You could have told me! All this time, and you didn’t…”
Alonso had jumped up and was pacing the small confines of their ship. Jack winced – only partially because of the bloody nose. “Alonso, I know. I probably should have, but you’ve got to understand…”
“Did he know?”
“Yes, but it was only after…”
“Oh, so you just let everybody think you die the first time they see it, is that it? Then spring it on them, like some sort of jolly Earth-Christmas present?”
Okay, so maybe Jack should have told Alonso. He could admit that much to himself. Told you so. Jack growled low in his throat at the voice in his head. It had a tendency to always be right.
“Alonso, listen, I’m sorry. But we have to figure out why the Doctor put us together. I mean, if it wasn’t to get revenge, then...”
“Oh, come off it, Jack!” Alonso glared down at Jack, stopping for a moment in his pacing. Jack stared back, shocked. The thought dawned on Jack that he had really gone too far, with his death. Alonso was livid – Jack had never seen him like this. Actually, it was kind of hot. But then Alonso was shouting again, and Jack had to set his libido aside for a moment. “Look, he obviously just thought you’d like some tight young thing to stick your cock into after the death of your boyfriend, or, excuse me,” Alonso sneered at Jack, “your ‘whatever, we-don’t-put-labels-on-our-relationship, oh wait, can-we-even-call-it-a-relationship?’.” Jack winced. That hurt. “And he thought that I apparently should be rewarded for my efforts on the Titanic with a shag from the great Captain Jack Harkness, best lay in the galaxy. Well good on me, enjoyed it the first time, after that things got a bit weird. Thanks a lot, Doctor.”
Jack stood, wiping at his nose and checking his hand. Already healing. That detail didn’t get past Alonso, but before he could start off again, Jack spoke. “Wait, wait. Listen, I know the Doctor. I spent a lot of time traveling with him.” Jack wasn’t sure if he should really mention that the one he knew most was a different incarnation of him – one look at Alonso’s face, and he decided against it. “He doesn’t do things without a reason. I mean, he does…” Jack considered all the times they had blundered into a situation without a plan. “But not something like this. This, us,” Jack gestured between them, “was for a reason. It had to have been.”
“Well then what was the reason, Jack? You can’t get your revenge, so what is it? Am I your dead boyfriend, brought back to life?”
The room grew still. Silent. Back to life. Jack stared at Alonso for a moment. “No. You’re not. You’re Alonso.”
Alonso stared back. “I know that.”
Jack waited another moment. Memories flashed through his mind. His own words floated back at him, across time. There’s gotta be something; there’s gotta be an antidote. There’s gotta be something…an antidote…antidote…
Alonso looked like he was slowly coming to the same realization as Jack. “How did Ianto die, again?”
“A…a virus.”
“That the Iucunds manufactured? Here?”
Jack stared out the cockpit window to the cloudy landscape. “I…think…”
“Jack. You don’t…I mean, it’s impossible. Isn’t it?”
Jack’s mind was racing. A million images and memories were flickering through his mind. The Doctor: meeting him in 1941. The hospital ship, filled with nanogenes. That ship that was still there, floating in space in 1941, for the taking. Still had a few extra seconds on the bomb timer. The Iucunds had an antidote. Meeting Alonso, learning that he knew where the Iucund home planet was. Noticing that Alonso’s home planet was the Time Agency future training ground. He could get a signal through to one of them, there. Get his vortex manipulator fixed, get the nanogenes, pick up the antidote here…
“Jack. He couldn’t have…”
Jack turned and looked at Alonso through tear-filled eyes. “I can…I can do it. That’s why the Doctor put us together.” He sucked in a deep breath. He didn’t even want to hope; it hurt too much. But… “We could bring Ianto back.”
Want more? First Chapter of Part II: Archival Revival, this way.
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And no, I'm not stalking your journal every Thursday night, waiting for midnight to roll around. Really. ;)
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Hmm... can't type and laughing at my unwitting alliterations. Yup that means its time for bed.
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And yeah, I delight in the anti-climax. It amuses the evil Lord Amuly to build things up, and then do nothing!
But yeah, the Alonso/Jack dynamic is definitely taking a 90 degree turn from here on out. Esp. since Jack's secret is out, and he's got something to live for, again.
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Plus, don't worry too much about Alonso. He'll get a happy ending, too ^.^
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YES. Bring Ianto back. Ohhhhh your bloody fantastic, do you know that!? :D
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Alonso grew a pair! I like him a lot better now.
Jack killed himself after realizing that they're all dead. Good boy. Now you can get your head back on straight.
IANTO'S COMING BACK. I smell a threesome.
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*cough cough* *rocks on balls of feet*
And yeah, I'm trying to treat Alonso alright from a character-development standpoint. I mean, I totally hate what happened with him and Jack, but it's not really Alonso's fault, and he's an alright kid.
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WRITE WOMAN!
lol.
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Like Alonso so much better now - is that wrong of me? ;)
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(Anonymous) 2010-05-15 02:20 am (UTC)(link)no subject
If you're a mod of jackxianto and don't want me posting the fic there, I totally understand, and will stop doing so in the future. But the Jack/Ianto action is coming up, for sure.
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love this and look forward to more
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Well, I just burst into tears! Sloshed coffee onto the desk. Scared the crap out of the cat, too.
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