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It took him a second to realise what had happened; what had felt like hours while travelling through the rift shrunk itself in his head to a mere instant of searing gold. Thatâs when the flicker of the fire in front of him finally registered through his confused daze. In his haste to get away from the flames around him, he slipped and fell, scrambling back until he was a safe distance away from the smoke and the heat. It was only then that he took notice of the voices behind him. He turned towards the noise of a deep, northern voice spluttering and saying, confused and almost angry: âWho the hell are you?â The man rolled over onto his knees and stood up, looking around like heâd never seen a street before. âJones.â He sounded uncertain but then spoke again with more confidence. âIanto Jones.â
Me and @cyborgtamaki have written a fic! check it out on ao3 :) will be updating on Sundays and Wednesdays!















