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hello from the other side
Dec. 6th, 2015 03:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
i_jonesThey land in a tangle on the hard floor, Ianto holding Callie, the Doctor wrapped around them both. The air snaps, a lightning crack in reverse, as the tear in time and space closes behind them. Ianto had closed his eyes against what lay between worlds, but they open quickly when he feels a lick of fire spread through his veins, and he tightens his grip reflexively on Callie. The pain cools just as quickly as it burned, and he recognizes it, the mental brush of the TARDIS. Who should know better.
He extracts himself from Callie with a mumbled apology and rolls away onto his back, staring up at the dizzying lights and swirling Gallifreyan text above the time rotor. There's a odd weight settled into the dip of his collarbone, and he realizes what it is - the TARDIS key around his neck, cold and still and lifeless. Understanding begins to trickle inward. This is not his home.
He extracts himself from Callie with a mumbled apology and rolls away onto his back, staring up at the dizzying lights and swirling Gallifreyan text above the time rotor. There's a odd weight settled into the dip of his collarbone, and he realizes what it is - the TARDIS key around his neck, cold and still and lifeless. Understanding begins to trickle inward. This is not his home.
