The Man Who Regrets β–Ή Doctor Who [1] βœ“

πŸ˜πŸ›πŸ‘ β–Ή 𝕋𝕙𝕖 π•Šπ•₯π• π•π•–π•Ÿ 𝔼𝕒𝕣π•₯𝕙 (ℙ𝕒𝕣π•₯ 𝟚)

Torchwood, Cardiff

VIOLET WHIMPERS AND CLUTCHES at whoever’s shirt she is holding onto. β€œNo. No no no no. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t breathe... Jack... Ianto... Can’t breathe...”

β€œViolet.” Hands are cupping her face. β€œI need you to breathe for me. Come on. Jack’s gone to get something for you.”

β€œIanto...”

β€œIt’s going to be alright.”

β€œNo.” She manages to raise a hand to Ianto’s face and show him, his hands falling from her face. β€œThis 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.

β€œThe shields are down. There’s too many of them,” the captain of the Valiant declares. β€œAbandon ship.”

β€œThe Valiant’s down!” Jack exclaims, running around the Hub.

β€œAir force retreating over North Africa,” Ianto informs.

Violet curses. β€œDaleks landing in Japan.”

β€œWe’ve lost contact with the Prime Minister’s plane,” Gwen informs. β€œJack! Manhattan.”

β€œMartha, get out of there,” Jack yells to the dark-skinned woman still on the phone.

Martha is bandaging a wounded man’s head. β€œI can’t, Jack. I’ve got a job to do.”

β€œThey’re targeting military bases and you’re next on the list,” Violet yells at the older woman, slamming her hands onto the nearest table. β€œYou need to get the fuck out of there, Martha!”

β€œDoctor Jones, you will come with me,” Sanchez orders. β€œProject Indigo is being activated. Quick march.”

β€œBut we can’t use Project Indigo,” Martha replies, but hurries after the soldier anyway. β€œIt hasn’t been tested, sir. We don’t even know if it works.”

β€œPut it on. Fast as you can.”

β€œMartha, I’m telling you,” Jack warns. β€œDon’t use Project Indigo. It’s not safe.”

β€œYou take your orders from UNIT, Doctor Jones,” Sanchez almost growls. β€œNot from Torchwood.”

Martha puts on the backpack. β€œBut why me?”

β€œYou’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.”

β€œI can’t take that, sir.”

β€œYou know what to do, for the sake of the human race.”

Martha takes it as the building shakes.

β€œDoctor Jones, good luck.”

β€œBye, Jack,” Martha says softly. β€œBye, Violet.”

β€œMartha, 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.

β€œDon’t!” Jack yells.

β€œWhat’s Project Indigo?” Ianto asks.

β€œExperimental teleport salvaged from the Sontarans,” Violet growls. β€œBut they haven’t got coordinates, or stabilisation.”

β€œSo where is she?” Gwen asks cautiously.

β€œScattered into atoms,” Jack says, his voice dangerous. β€œMartha’s down.”

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