Characters: Jack, Ianto, Doctor, Martha, and bad guys
Summary: He tentatively reached out to touch its surface just to confirm its presence and was surprised to find some of the paint flake onto the tips of his fingers. He rubbed the colour between them but the deluge soon washed the blue flecks to the gutter.
Disclaimer: Not mine, just using them for the time being - will put them back in time for the new series.
You’re Such A Big Star To Me
He stood before it on the rain soaked streets, the newly laid cobbles becoming islands at his feet. The noise of the city was stifled by the steel of the sky, yet he seemed impervious to its storm. He tentatively reached out to touch its surface just to confirm its presence and was surprised to find some of the paint flake onto the tips of his fingers. He rubbed the colour between them but the deluge soon washed the blue flecks to the gutter.
He hesitated as the rain bounced off the grey stones, streaming down the back of his neck to soak his cotton shirt. He took a deep breath and reached for the key, hidden like himself, in his clothes. The attached chain pooled in his hand as he closed his grip around it. He thought a while longer before placing it in the lock and opened the antiquated door.
He turned slowly, letting his eyes grow accustom to the glow from the many lights embedded in the curve of the walls. Around him bronze columns, like sculptured trees, bowed and spread to the sepia glow of the domed ceiling, while draped over their Spartan branches looped thick, black cables which showed signs of countless repairs. These fed into the top of a control console, which stood like a gargantuan in the centre of the room. He took a slight step forward and smiled at the chaotic array of cosmic junk that was welded on the circular panel, antique components and alien crystals, yet he knew she was more than the sum of her parts; the TARDIS was sentient. He closed his eyes and let himself drift on the resonate mummer of her core, that part mechanical, almost human sound that made him reflect on life inside the womb.
“Who are you and what are you doing here?” Martha kept her tone firm, even if her grip on the pistol wavered slightly.
He swallowed, her hand twitched for an answer. He tried a disarming smile as the silk of his accented voice bridged the tension. “My name is Ianto Jones and I’m here to see Captain Jack Harkness.”