𝟘𝟛𝟡 ▹ 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕟 𝔼𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕙 (ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚)
VIOLET WHIMPERS AND CLUTCHES at whoever’s shirt she is holding onto. “No. No no no no. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t breathe... Jack... Ianto... Can’t breathe...”
“Violet.” Hands are cupping her face. “I need you to breathe for me. Come on. Jack’s gone to get something for you.”
“It’s going to be alright.”
“No.” She manages to raise a hand to Ianto’s face and show him, his hands falling from her face. “This why... nothing going to be... alright. Have to... run.”
Jack thunders back down the stairs and falls to his knees beside a twitching and crying and whimpering Violet who is struggling to breathe. He briefly takes in the petrified look on Ianto’s face before injecting the medicine into her body, making her shudder out a weak breath as the icy sensation works its way through her body, relaxing her muscles and helping her to regulate her breathing. She tightly grips one of Jack’s hands and one of Ianto’s hands, holding on to two of the people she loves - and will always love.
Ianto recovers at the contact and reciprocates the hand squeeze, Jack raising the hand in his hold to his lips and kissing it gently, making Violet smile softly down at her first love. She leans down and kisses Ianto softly and briefly, more of a peck than anything, and then does the same to Jack, resting her forehead against his as tears burn her eyes and her breathing speeds up again. Both hands tighten their hold on the physically younger girl and Ianto wraps his arms around her, holding her close - both for her and for himself. Jack smiles softly at the two, and that’s all he can really do from his spot on the floor except for hold Violet’s hand.
Ianto places a soft kiss behind Violet’s ear before standing and hurrying over to one of the computers, typing something that brings up a range of contacts with the world’s best security. Gwen appears at the other lot of computers and does the same, her eyes terrified but determined all the same. Moments later, multiple voices are ringing out through radio and into the Hub. At that, Jack and Violet steel themselves and begin to do the work they’re meant to.
“The shields are down. There’s too many of them,” the captain of the Valiant declares. “Abandon ship.”
“The Valiant’s down!” Jack exclaims, running around the Hub.
“Air force retreating over North Africa,” Ianto informs.
Violet curses. “Daleks landing in Japan.”
“We’ve lost contact with the Prime Minister’s plane,” Gwen informs. “Jack! Manhattan.”
“Martha, get out of there,” Jack yells to the dark-skinned woman still on the phone.
Martha is bandaging a wounded man’s head. “I can’t, Jack. I’ve got a job to do.”
“They’re targeting military bases and you’re next on the list,” Violet yells at the older woman, slamming her hands onto the nearest table. “You need to get the fuck out of there, Martha!”
“Doctor Jones, you will come with me,” Sanchez orders. “Project Indigo is being activated. Quick march.”
“But we can’t use Project Indigo,” Martha replies, but hurries after the soldier anyway. “It hasn’t been tested, sir. We don’t even know if it works.”
“Put it on. Fast as you can.”
“Martha, I’m telling you,” Jack warns. “Don’t use Project Indigo. It’s not safe.”
“You take your orders from UNIT, Doctor Jones,” Sanchez almost growls. “Not from Torchwood.”
Martha puts on the backpack. “But why me?”
“You’re our only hope of finding the Doctor, but, failing that, if no help is coming, then with the power invested in me by the Unified Intelligence Taskforce, I authorise you to take this. The Osterhagen Key.”
“I can’t take that, sir.”
“You know what to do, for the sake of the human race.”
Martha takes it as the building shakes.
“Doctor Jones, good luck.”
“Bye, Jack,” Martha says softly. “Bye, Violet.”
“Martha, don’t do it,” the two plead.
Martha pulls two ripcords on the backpack and vanishes in a bright light as the General and the soldier die.
“Don’t!” Jack yells.
“What’s Project Indigo?” Ianto asks.
“Experimental teleport salvaged from the Sontarans,” Violet growls. “But they haven’t got coordinates, or stabilisation.”
“So where is she?” Gwen asks cautiously.
“Scattered into atoms,” Jack says, his voice dangerous. “Martha’s down.”