Title: Lazarus (Prologue)
Rating: PG (so far. Might get higher and the subsequent chapters)
Pairing/Characters: Ianto; Jack; Gwen, Martha (if someone else pop in, I'll let you know); Jack/Ianto and there probably will be mentions of Gwen/Rhys
Genre: General so far, but maybe romance eventually? It is after all a Janto fic
Summary: Nine months later and Ianto wakes up from death.
Spoiler: Mentions of Children of Earth, but nothing especific, except Ianto's death, but I don't consider it a fix it fic; at least not yet.
Disclaimer: Sadly, they are not mine. I'd never kill Ianto and ruin the best cannon shipper ever!
Notes: English is not my first language and I have no beta, so forgive any mistakes.
His body convulsed in pain when the cold air burned his lungs. He panted heavily, thanking and cursing every intake of breath as he looked around wide-eyed, not seeing anything.
His mental functions were coming back to him slowly and it took a second for his brain to register that somebody had screamed. Slowly, as if he was doing that movement for the first time, he turned his head left and met the shocked and frightened stare of a woman in a lab coat.
“Where…” He tried to say, but it hurt too much. His throat was so dry. He tried to swallow, but there was no saliva in his mouth. His lips felt chapped too.
His attempt of communication shook the doctor out of her paralysis, because suddenly she was screaming for security. He panicked and jumped out of the cold metal table just sprawl on the floor in a mess of limbs when his legs didn’t support his weight. He wondered how long he hadn’t used them.
The woman was still screaming and that sent a shot of adrenalin through his body. He pushed himself upwards and staggered as fast as he could to the doors.
The more he used his legs, more firm their felt and after a few seconds, he was running to the opposite side of the heavy and hurried footsteps he could hear, his mind a tangle of thoughts, his body trembling violently, protesting against the cold, conditioned air.
From the corner of his eyes he caught sign of a half opened door. Without thinking, he threw himself inside and blocked it behind, allowing himself a few seconds to recover from the run.
Through the door he could hear the footsteps of his chasers proceeding down the hall without looking twice at the closed door. He sighed in relief and sagged down to the floor of the cramped space, hissing when his naked ass touched the freezing tile.
That’s when it registered to him. He was naked.
Naked, cold and lost.
Ianto cuddled himself into a small ball, rocking slighting as he wept.