Another Life by a_silver_story | Part 09
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a_silver_storyTitle: Another Life
Chapter: 09 | ??
Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
a_silver_story
Genre Alternate Universe, Romance
Rating: NC-17 just to be safe.
Warnings: A bit of angst, and some tentacles and d/c in the future.
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know.
Summary: Ianto finds himself heartbroken and alone, but eventually learns that no matter what point in Captain Jack Harkness' life he finds himself, they will always fall in love.
Torchwood Index/Masterlist
First Part
Another Life
Another Life IX
Four months ago, Ianto Jones had been sucked through a Rift in Time and Space, thrown through a tumult of emotional trauma, lost in a world he didn't recognise with only three last little outreaches to his home left in existence.
The first of these was Rhys Williams. Ianto had never thought that one day, he would be sharing a home and raising a child with the man, never mind sharing similar interests and finding probably the best friend he'd had since he was a boy. It was a little upsetting that they had never really had time for each other before the disasters that stole them away from the twenty-first century, but they were grateful to have each other now, knowing that they would probably be close for the rest of their lives.
The second was Captain Jack Harkness. Or, rather, the body of Captain Jack Harkness. Very little else was the same, while everything was so similar. He managed to preserve the same scent, the same grin, the same accent, but he was suddenly so tired, so world weary and unnervingly careful at times. Well, as careful as Captain Jack Harkness could be.
Ianto mourned his Jack - and his Jack's coat - but he kept the grief of having lost him to himself. This new Jack sensed when Ianto wanted to be alone with his memories, and would give a small smile, press a kiss to his temple and leave him in bed with the scent of himself, letting him remember his lost lover through it. Ianto tried to never let Jack see his tears, and the Captain would never admit that sometimes he only pretended to sleep when Ianto wept silently beside him in the bed.
The third thing that Ianto had from home was the box containing everything he had with him the day he was found. His clothes, his shoes, his bluetooth headset and his mobile phone.
He sat alone in his bedroom, Rhys and Giacomo long ago gone to bed, and finally switched the phone on for the first time since he'd arrived in the year six billion and whatever. It took its time, as if it didn't like being woken up, and Ianto smiled to himself at the familiarity of the logos and menus, strangely comforting in the world that was only slowly becoming less alien.
Taking a deep breath, he gazed down at the wallpaper.
It was of him and Jack, three weeks before the last time they had seen each other. Gwen had taken the picture from the back seat, demanding they turn around in their front seats to look at her and catching them pretty much candidly as they turned awkwardly to appease her nagging. She had then bluetoothed it to Ianto, and he'd set it as his wallpaper because Jack's eyes still hadn't quite found the camera yet. They were still looking at him, and there was so much behind that gaze that ....
He never told Jack he'd kept the photo. Jack had made Gwen delete hers.
Ianto bit his trembling lip as he studied Jack's gaze, before finally managing to tear his eyes away and open up his photo gallery. He flicked through photographs of Torchwood, giggling at some of the naughtier ones Jack had taken without Ianto knowing, or the pictures of post-its begging for coffee that had been sent by both Gwen and the Captain. There were photos of Mica, David, Rhiannon and Johnny, and Ianto decided he'd ask Jack if he could have them printed out to put in frames. He decided he'd print off a particularly flattering one of Gwen for Rhys to keep if he wanted it, too.
"Ianto?" a little voice called from the doorway, and Ianto glanced up to see Giacomo in his flannel pyjamas stood there nervously, still gripping the door handle. "Why are you crying?" he asked.
Ianto hadn't realised he'd been crying, nor crying loud enough for Little Jack to hear.
"C'mere." he held his arms open, sitting back further on the bed so that Jack could cuddle up to him. "I miss my home," he sniffed.
"Don't you like it here?" asked Giacomo, offering him some tissues he had clutched in his hands. Ianto smiled at him. He'd heard Ianto crying and gone to fetch him tissues first.
"Of course I like it here." he smiled. "If I wasn't here, I wouldn't be looking after you, would I?"
"I like it here." Giacomo told him. "I don't ever want to leave."
"You say that now," sighed Ianto. "but one day a clever little boy like you might feel a bit ... trapped here. There's a whole universe out there - don't you want to see it?"
"I'd rather stay here." scowled Jack. "You know there a things out there that will eat you? And there's planets full of things that want to cook you alive?"
"But won't there also be planets full of people who won't hurt you? Planets filled with civilizations and histories and traditions that we'd never have dreamt of? Think of all the friends out there in the universe, just waiting for you to meet them ..."
"If the universe is so wonderful for you, why do you want to go home?"
"Home is home." smiled Ianto. "But my home is here now - with you and Rhys."
"Ianto?"
"Mm?"
"If ... if you could go home ... would you?"
Ianto frowned at him, thinking. Eventually, he sighed. "I don't know, Giacomo."
"I don't want you to go." sniffed Little Jack. "I love you."
"I love you, too, sweetheart."
"You won't leave me, will you, Ianto?"
Ianto was a little surprised by the question. "I'll never leave you, Giacomo. I promise you."
"What if you have to leave?" he sniffed.
"Why would I have to leave?"
"Helen had to leave." said Giacomo sadly, curling his fingers deeper into Ianto's clothes and pulling himself closer.
Ianto bit his lip as Giacomo searched his face, unsure what to say. "If I ever have to leave, Jack," he began. "I'll do everything I can to make sure I can take you with me. Okay?"
"Do you promise?"
"I promise."
"You won't break it? You won't break your promise?"
"I always keep my promises, Jack. I swear I won't ever leave you unless ...."
"Unless?"
"Unless it's what's best for you."
Ianto watched as Little Jack thought about it, wiping his own eyes with a tissue. "Did Helen leave because you coming here would be better?" he asked eventually, frowning.
"I ... I don't know, Jack."
Putting an arm around him, now that it was free of tissue duties, Ianto stroked his hair comfortingly. He got lost in his own thoughts, and barely registered that Giacomo had fallen asleep against him. Carefully, he lifted the sleeping child and managed to pull back the covers, tucking him in without disturbing him too much. Quickly, Ianto got ready for bed and slipped under the other side of the duvet. He watched Little Jack sleeping, frowning and thinking, wondering who had looked after the small boy before Rhys had come along - he had, after all, only arrived a year before Ianto, and Giacomo was going to be six in a few months.
Eventually, he fell into a dreamless sleep, and didn't wake up until morning.
~*~*~*~
There was a loud slam of a door, and Ianto jumped awake, suddenly alert. Giacomo was still curled up beside him, snuffling softly as his sleep was slightly disturbed, and carefully Ianto climbed out of bed to see what the fuss was.
"Giacomo's gone!" Rhys was panicking in the hallway.
"Woah! Woah! It's alright! He slept in my bed, is all."
Rhys looked like he was about to collapse with relief. "Of course ... 'course ... just ... being silly ...."
Ianto gave a small laugh. "Silly sod. He can't even undo the child lock on the front door."
"I know ... I know ... doesn't mean I don't worry ...."
"I can see that." Ianto checked his watch. "Gawwd it's early!" he yawned. "What were you getting him up this early for?"
"I went to get myself a glass of water, and I saw his bedroom door open - and he can't sleep unless it's shut - so I peeked in and he was gone ... Why is he in your bed? Is he okay?"
"I ... had a funny turn in the night. He tried to make me feel better and eventually we just fell asleep." shrugged Ianto.
"He's not sick? No nightmares?"
"He's fine."
"Good ... well ... see you in a few hours then ...." sighed Rhys.
"Yeah ...." Ianto yawned and nodded, returning to his warm bed and pulling Giacomo further to the middle before he dropped off the edge.
~*~*~*~
Ianto yelped as two very cold Somethings pressed into his stomach.
"Jack!" he groaned, then turned over to see a very different 'Jack' to what he had originally assumed.
Giacomo was grinning cheekily at him, his cold feet pressed into the sensitive flesh of Ianto's tummy, his hair stuck out in a thousand different angles and his glittering blue eyes mischievously watching him.
Now, more than ever, he was looking and acting like a miniature Jack Harkness. Ianto was more and more convinced that he would have figured out his parentage himself - perhaps even months ago - now that he was knowing Giacomo better and better. As it was, he had been woken hundreds of times by Jack's cold hands or feet, specially stuck out of the duvet for quite a while until they were cold enough for the purposes of Ianto Waking.
Little Jack - and Ianto thought of the term a lot more literally - giggled at his scowl, removing his feet and sticking them out of the covers to let them cool down in case he could get away with doing it again.
"You little bugger!" grumbled Ianto, and Giacomo laughed again, going to press his feet back to Ianto's tummy and squealing with delight as he suddenly found himself tipped upside down by the ankles. He writhed and squeaked as Ianto tickled him, his little hands trying to fight him off as he giggled and laughed and squirmed to get away, his legs kicking out on reflex as Ianto blew noisily on his stomach.
"Stop, stop, stop!" he begged, tears rolling down his cheeks he was laughing so much. "Daddy! Stop it!"
"Ahhhhh okay ..." sighed Ianto, and blew on his tummy one more time just for good measure. He lifted Giacomo onto his knee while he got his breath back, and found little arms cuddling his middle.
"I don't want to go to school today." announced Giacomo suddenly.
"Why not? I thought you liked school?" frowned Ianto.
"Can I go to work with you?" he asked, smiling sweetly and batting his eyes.
Ianto laughed. "No, love. I'm very busy at work and I don't want you to get bored sitting around doing nothing."
"I can lick envelopes!" he offered.
"You're not coming into work with me today, Giacomo."
"Tomorrow?"
"No, love."
"The day after?"
"No, Jack."
"Saturday? I have no school on Saturday! What about Sunday?"
"Giacomo, you can't come into work with me."
"Why?"
Ianto sighed in exasperation. "I told you: I'm busy. You'll either get very bored, or just get in the way."
"What do you do?"
"Lot's of things."
"What like?"
"Well, I have to read lots of letters, and I have to keep lots of lists. I do a lot of filing. I have to go 'round the building and talk to people, I have to make sure the Captain has lots of coffee ...."
"I want to help!"
"If I ever have too many envelopes that I couldn't possibly lick, I'll ask you to help me." Ianto smiled, and Giacomo seemed a little more placated.
"Ianto?"
"Mm?"
"Why do you sleep at the Captain's house sometimes?"
"Erm ... because ... because I want to, sweetheart."
"Is it because you cry? Because if it is I'm always here and I can always bring you tissues and give you cuddles!"
Ianto smiled at him sadly. "It's not because of that, Jack. Do you ... do you understand that me and the Captain are ... together?"
Giacomo nodded, a little scowl creasing his forehead. "He's your boyfriend."
"Yes. He's my boyfriend. And when two adults are together, they like to sleep in the same bed."
"Why?"
"Uh ... because when you're asleep, you're totally defenceless. And ... maybe it's to show that we trust each other. But most of all, it's because it's nice to wake up with someone you're with. And it's easier to cuddle!"
"I can cuddle!" Giacomo insisted, and squeezed him tight to prove his point.
"I know you can, and I like your cuddles, but it's different with you and me, isn't it? You're a child, and it's my job to look after you. I love you, but not in the same way adults love each other when they're together."
"So you can love me and the Captain? At the same time?"
"Of course I can! Just ... in very different ways."
"Who do you love more?"
"I ... I love you both the same, Giacomo."
"But if you had to choose?"
"Why would I ever have to choose?"
"If you did, though?"
Ianto sighed heavily, massaging his temples. The questions were wearing him out. "Jack ... enough questions for now, okay? It's far too early! Tell you what - why don't you go and jump on Rhys? I bet his squashy belly makes a brilliant bouncy castle!"
Less than two minutes later, Ianto could hear Rhys' anguished yelps as a five-year-old child jumped onto him, and bit his nails, thinking over the conversation he and Giacomo had just had. With a decisive attitude, he got out of bed, showered quickly and pulled on his newest suit.
~*~*~*~
"Ah, Ianto!"
"Captain."
"What do you think - red and gold tinsel, or purple and silver?"
"Purple and silver, sir."
"I told you!" Jack grinned at the man beside him currently holding out a rope of red and gold tinsel and a rope of purple and silver. "Base the colour scheme off that, okay? And I want lots of snow this year!"
The man wandered off to do as he was told.
"Tinsel, sir?"
"It's the Winter Celebrations in three weeks."
"I hope it won't be an extravagant affair ...." hinted Ianto as they began to walk together down the corridor.
"We have a budget set aside for it." shrugged the Captain.
"Yes, but when I reviewed the budget last month I reduced it drastically." Ianto reminded him.
"I know, I know. And the organiser people know the budget and will spend to it, I'm more than certain."
"Mmm. I'm sure. What's planned so far?"
"Just the basics. Colour scheme, turkey, tinsel. I think we're in negotiations over live music and possibly having two dinners instead of one massive one so that there's room for a dance floor. We'd have to go to both, obviously ...."
"We?"
"I do believe you are my 'plus one'."
"Oh. Thank you, sir."
"Y'know, I don't think anyone's listening to our conversation. I bet you could get away with not calling me 'sir' for a while ...."
"Sorry, sir. Force of habit."
Jack gave a small laugh. "At least you're respectful. More than we could say about half the people your age here." he sighed.
"And what age is that, sir?" Ianto asked with a slight smile, since the Captain had never actually asked him.
"Twenty ... four?" he tried.
Ianto considered lying. He wondered if Rhys knew how old he was, and if he could get away with it ....
He was prevented from answering when a middle-aged woman in mustard-coloured dress stopped them in the middle of the corridor.
"Captain!" she demanded, folding her arms. "You promised me there would be new text books before the end of the month - two months ago! I have a school full of children learning out of date facts - out of date facts from around two decades ago!"
"Mrs. Carver, I promise I'm doing my best. Money is hard at the moment."
"Yet we're still going to be having a massive Winter Celebration?" she asked, eyebrow arched and folding her arms.
Ianto cut in. "The budget for the Celebrations has been greatly cut back this year, madam. As soon as the paperwork is finalised, you'll have the extension of the education budget and you can clear the orders for books yourself."
The Captain nodded. "What he said."
Mrs. Carver narrowed her eyes at Ianto. "How long will that be, Mr. Jones?"
"No more than two weeks at the most." he assured her. "While you're waiting for the order, it will be the school holidays anyway, so the children won't be missing out much longer."
She nodded curtly and turned on her heel, shouting a 'Good!' behind her as she disappeared around a corner. Jack sighed.
"You managed to free up some money when you rearranged the budget, but it's still not enough." he said as they began walking again.
"Why is it so important for you to have this massive and expensive party, then? Why not just let everyone celebrate in their own homes?"
"Celebrations in winter are the one things all cultures have in common. Bringing everyone together and sharing the traditions of those cultures as a community is one of the few things a lot of people here have to look forward to. Which reminds me: I need you to be ready to sign in a new arrival tomorrow. Another victim of the Rift was found this morning."
"Any idea where or when from?"
"Not yet. Still in shock, last I heard. I do however know that they are yet another human." Jack frowned. "The Rift does tend to favour humans."
They were approaching the stairs, and began to climb them in companionable silence.
"Is that another new suit?" Jack asked as they neared the top.
"Yes, sir."
"Splashing out again?"
"I can't help it. And I need them anyway."
"I can hardly deny that my crotch agrees." smirked Jack.
Ianto gave a small laugh and rolled his eyes, following the Captain into his office. "Can I ask you something, Jack? It's about Giacomo."
The Captain sat down behind his desk, looking up at Ianto stood on the other side of it and regarding him carefully. "Okay. What is it?"
"I think you should tell him."
Jack all but rolled his eyes. "No."
"If you tell him - "
"I said 'no', Ianto." Jack reminded him firmly.
Ianto sighed. "Fine, fine. Just ... okay. Who looked after him before me and Rhys?"
"Helen and a guy called ... erm ... I think he was called Rubinda."
"And what happened to Rubinda?"
"He didn't get on with Helen that well and moved to another unit." shrugged Jack. "Why?"
"Who looked after him before that?"
"Erm ... Juliet. She ... killed herself after six months. But he won't remember. He was only two."
Ianto raised an eyebrow. "So ... in the last four years, two of his carers have killed themselves and one of them has moved out. Who looked after him before Juliet?"
Jack glanced down at his desk, straightened his back and cleared his throat. "I'm not sure."
Ianto raised an eyebrow. "So you've only bothered to track your son's welfare for the last four years?"
"Names become just names." Jack said carefully, unable to look him in the eye.
Watching him carefully, Ianto quickly weighed him up. "You're lying." he eventually said, folding his arms.
The Captain's eyes shot up, then glanced away again before eye contact could be properly made. Definitely feeling guilty about something, decided Ianto. "Look," he began. "either you tell me now, or I go and look it up on my computer."
Jack still stared at his desk.
Ianto sighed and sat down in the chair opposite him. "What about your other children? Have they been tossed around like unwanted gifts as well?"
The Captain glared at him. "None of them are 'unwanted'." he growled threateningly.
"I'm sure that's how you would feel if you were them." Ianto replied coolly, unperturbed. "You know ... Giacomo has some pretty severe abandonment issues."
Jack started arranging things on his desk. "Is that so?"
"It's obvious."
"Well, he can deal with that now then, can't he? I mean, you're not planning on going anywhere and Rhys seems fine." replied Jack, getting up to put some papers in a drawer.
"That doesn't change the fact he's messed up right now." pointed out Ianto. "Besides, he's too young to have to 'deal' with anything. He has to be helped through it."
"Maybe I should get him a psychiatrist?"
"So that they could ask him about his relationship with his mother?" answered Ianto sarcastically. "Or what about his father?"
"It's none of your business." he tried telling him, crossing the room to leave. Ianto followed, almost jogging to keep up with the Captain's purposeful strides towards the stairs before falling into step beside him.
"Giacomo is my business, therefore what affects him is my business. How many people looked after him before this 'Juliet'? What were they like? How come he's no longer with them?"
"How could that affect him? He doesn't even remember!"
"Apparently neither do you, but it's got you all tetchy."
They were part way down the stairs now, and Jack diverted from them down the busy corridor leading to the Library. Ianto reached out and stopped him with a hand on his shoulder, forcing the Captain to turn and face him.
"Why are you making this so difficult, Jack? What are you hiding?"
"I told you: it's none of your business."
He tried to start walking again, but Ianto took his shoulder and forced him to stand still, his back to the wall. "I told you it is." he replied coolly.
The Captain made an exasperated noise, his lips pinched together in a line. He glared at Ianto, and Ianto glared back. People were pausing to listen in the corridor, and it occurred to Ianto that Jack had probably hoped he wouldn't have dared confronted him in front of people, hence the busy location.
"You don't want to know." growled the Captain, and again Ianto had to stop him from walking off.
"What's going on? What's so bad about his past carers that you can't tell me?"
"Nothing. I just don't remember them that well."
"We've already ascertained that that's a lie." Ianto pointed out. "Look, were they abusive?"
Jack's eyes widened. "No!"
"Then what is it? What's the big secret?"
Jack rolled his eyes, trying to walk off and when Ianto again stopped him, he put his hands on Ianto's chest and pushed him away. Ianto blinked. The shove wasn't too hard, but it was enough to make him stumble back into one of the passers by who'd stopped to watch, but Jack was already on his way further down the corridor and hadn't noticed Ianto's offence.
Ianto squared his stance, facing down the corridor as he watched Jack walking away from him.
"JACK HARKNESS!" he boomed, and he saw the Captain stop dead thirty feet away. "You will not turn your back and walk away from me!"
The Captain spun on his heel, glaring. "Who the hell do you think you are?"
The corridor was silent, and people were crowding around either end of it, silent and watching. The people caught between the two men were almost pressing themselves into the walls in the hope of avoiding the crossfire.
"I'm the man Giacomo called 'Daddy' this morning."
Jack's mouth opened then closed tightly, his fingers curling into tight fists that would leave nail marks on the palms. "You're ... but you're not." he glared.
"No." agreed Ianto. "I'm not. But that's what he needs."
They were staring each other down again, Jack's angered breathing coming heavy and laboured. It was eventually him who broke the silence. "I have somewhere I need to be. Are you coming?"
Ianto shook his head. "No. I'm not going to be following you anywhere."
A whispered muttering fluttered through the onlookers, and both Jack and Ianto became very aware that they were there, more so that before.
"What are you going to do then?" Jack growled.
"I'm going to go back upstairs."
"Go on then! Go on back to your little sanctuary and lock the door like you do when you want to avoid me!" taunted Jack.
"I'm not going back to my office." Ianto replied, his voice low. "I'm going to turn around right now, and I'm going to climb back up those stairs - and you are the one who can do the following this time."
"I wouldn't stoop to following you anywhere."
"You keep telling yourself that, Captain. We both know that if you don't follow me up, you're just running away. Then again ... wouldn't be the first time, would it?"
"Don't you dare!" Jack shouted, taking a few steps forward. Ianto managed to silence himself from saying something he truly would regret.
"Are you coming up?" Ianto asked, and Jack looked away. Fed up, Ianto turned and began to make his way towards the staircase.
"Ianto!" yelled Jack. "Ianto - come back here now! Ianto!"
Counting in his head, Ianto paused and half-turned to face him again. "I don't know if you noticed, Jack," he said, almost patronisingly. "but I'll only be subservient on my own terms." He carried on, reaching the stairs and beginning to climb, people whispering and muttering, relaying what was happening to those who couldn't see. He resolutely ignored the people around him, and could only guess that their gasps of surprise and the sudden new wave of chatter meant the Captain had indeed decided to follow him.
He was at the top of the stairs by the time Jack caught up, and neither of them said anything, just silently fuming. Ianto lead the way into Jack's office, and the Captain rounded on him the second the door was shut, crowding him and pushing him towards the desk.
Ianto turned to face him, clutching the Captain close and forcing their lips together before Jack could initiate the kiss. Jack practically bit him back, squeezing him and scratching his nails over the fine material of Ianto's new suit. Ianto tasted blood, and stumbled back into Jack's desk and yelped as the back of his thighs connected with the sharp edge. The Captain refused to break the kiss, still furiously fighting him while trying to rip away Ianto's clothes. Struggling to breathe, Ianto thrust his hips forward and used the momentum to push Jack away and off him, and with a slight stumble Jack found himself two feet away from where he wanted to be. Ianto waited for him to move.
"What the fuck was that?" Jack hissed. "Confronting me in front of people? How dare you!"
"You took us out in front of people to get away from really looking at yourself. If anything, this is your fault."
"They're already talking! And then ... and then you ... you made me follow you!"
"You would have had me follow you." Ianto gasped, panting as he got his breath back.
"That's different! I need to maintain my authority with these people, and you just undermined me! In public!"
"This was a personal matter." Ianto replied, agitated. "Had it been anything to do with our professional lives, your final word is law. Besides, you didn't have to follow me back here."
Jack glowered, stepping forward towards him. He crowded him, and Ianto found himself leaning back on the desk as the Captain leaned over him, staring straight into his eyes before clearing everything off the table onto the floor in one strong sweep of an arm.
Ianto watched everything tumble to the floor, then raised his gaze to Jack's eyes. Slowly, he lifted himself to sit on the desk and spread his thighs, leaning back on his hands in invitation. Jack took a step forward, standing in between his legs, placing a hand either side of Ianto's body and leaning forward until his chest was pushing him down onto the desk. Pinned beneath the Captain, Ianto closed his eyes and parted his lips, waiting to be kissed. Jack teased him a little, touching his lips with his own briefly before pulling back and watching as Ianto leaned up to follow his mouth.
"You follow me." he whispered, and didn't wait for a reply before forcing his mouth onto Ianto's and ignoring the tugging at the back of his hair as Ianto tried to gain control over him.
~*~*~*~
Nails scratched and teeth bit, more than once there was a slap or a kick as they fought each other. Naked, desperate and scrambling over the Captain’s bed, neither wanting to be dominated and neither allowing the other to top. Ianto gasped and writhed as a tongue swirled around his nipple, and he forced himself to push Jack off him and kissed and bit his way down his Captain’s body. Jack’s fingers curled into the sheets as Ianto took him all down, before grabbing Ianto's head in his hands and shoving him away.
He landed on the floor on his back, and Jack was lying between his legs before he could recover from the fall, pressing their erections together and making them both moan. Ianto tried to elbow him off, but found his wrists pinned above his head. He bucked and kicked as he kissed Jack’s neck, wrapping his legs around him and trying to roll him over. Jack laughed into his mouth, knowing he had Ianto caught, and reached the hand that wasn’t holding Ianto's wrists down in between his legs.
Ianto knew that allowing Jack to do the fucking meant he had lost the silent argument, but he just didn’t have the strength to fight anymore. He ceased his struggling, Jack still biting and sucking his neck, and raised his knees up to his chest to give the finger stroking over his hole better access. The Captain raised his head, acknowledged Ianto's withdrawal from the fight, and kissed him. The kiss was different this time: it was gentle and caring, and Ianto felt himself melting into it. He ran his hands lightly over Jack’s back, their touches becoming softer and their mouths caressing bitten and swollen lips.
Jack half-lifted Ianto back onto the comfort of the bed, reaching for the lubricant and putting Ianto's calves on his shoulders. He smothered his cock in the cold gel and Ianto's eyes widened when he realised Jack wasn’t going to stretch him open first. The Captain pressed inside him and he cried out, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes tight as the burn surged through him.
Panting, Ianto opened his eyes, and Jack touched their foreheads together. “Twenty-first century ....” he murmured. “I ... forgot ....”
“I’m okay.” Ianto told him.
The burn faded as Jack began to move again, slowly and gently, his arms wound around Ianto, supporting his neck as he lay beneath him, kissing languidly as legs encircled the Captain’s middle. Jack grunted and picked up his pace, going harder and harder until Ianto bit down hard on his shoulder and came over their stomachs. Less than a minute later, the Captain followed and collapsed beside him, panting.
“I win, then.” he gasped as he got his breath back.
Ianto remained on his back, unmoving, stony expression pointed towards the ceiling. “i guess so.” he intoned. “Though, you did technically follow me.”
“How so?”
“I came first.”
“Because I made you.”
“Yeah. Because you made me.” Ianto muttered bitterly. Jack rolled over to hold him, but he sat up and moved away, getting out of bed and finding his clothes.
“Where are you going?” frowned Jack.
“To work.”
“Stay and cuddle for a bit. I won’t tell the boss.”
"Whatever, Jack." sighed Ianto, pulling his shirt over his shoulders, hanging his tie around his neck and fastening his trousers and belt. He slung his jacket over his shoulder.
Jack stared at him as he turned to leave, utching over to the end of the bed and trying to pull Ianto back down to lie beside him.
"No, Jack." he said firmly. Ianto turned to leave, hesitating in the doorway and turning back to look at him. "You know - I just wish you'd understand. I only do what's best. That's all I want: what's best. Why do you always make it difficult?"
Jack opened his mouth to speak, but Ianto cut him off.
"You won, Jack. You've got your way again. And I fucking hate it, but I'll compromise. You can keep the fact that Giacomo's yours a secret for now, but every day he gets a little older. He gets a little taller, a little broader. His hair is the same colour as yours, and just as untamable. He has your eyes, your nose, your smile. He's going to grow up to look just like you, and even before then, people will know. He will know. And he will hate you all the more for not telling him."
Ianto could tell his words were stinging as Jack stared up at him, unable to find words to say.
"Truth will out, Captain." Ianto reminded him and made to leave again.
"Ianto!"
Ianto paused. "What?"
"You want truth?"
Jack stood, and crossed the room to face him eye to eye.
"My ex is having our baby next week. And I don't want anything to do with you after that. Understand?"
Ianto felt like Jack had stabbed him, and nearly gasped as the pain lanced his heart, though he tried not to show it. "You ... y-you don't mean that ... that's not true ... you ... you'd have told me ...." He cleared his throat. "You ... another secret child? Another little life ruined by its dick of a father?"
"Giacomo isn't my responsibility. He's yours."
"And your next child?"
"... was in the picture before you got vomited onto my doorstep. You've been here four months? He's been here nearly nine."
"Another boy, then? I wonder if he'll be like his brothers and sisters ...." Ianto spat venomously.
"Weren't you going?" Jack asked nonchalantly, folding his arms.
"I ... I'm not going until you ... until you apologise."
"Apologise for what?"
"For not telling me! For ... for ... for saying these things the way you did! And ... you say you don't want to see me after the baby's born? What the hell?"
"I need to concentrate on my new little family. Elaine will be moving in here. Didn't I mention it?"
"You're deciding all this now! In your head! You're being petty and selfish - if we hadn't argued today, you'd be as involved in that kid's life as you are Giacomo's. Not. At. All."
Jack snarled at him. "Okay, so Elaine doesn't want me anywhere near her. You got me. But don't you dare say I was never involved with Giacomo, or that I don't love my children! Because I do, Ianto!"
"I never said you didn't love them! I said you didn't care - there is a difference, believe it or not!"
"You wanna know who looked after Giacomo before you and Rhys and Helen and Rubinda and Juliet? You wanna know who failed so miserably at looking after a kid, it was actually better for the little one to be given away to strangers?"
Ianto glared at the Captain as he glared right back, daring each other to speak.
"Fine, I'll tell you." snapped Jack, turning his back and hugging himself, his voice cracking. "I did. I tried to look after him."
Ianto stared at his back. "Jack ...."
"Just go.."
"Please ...."
"Go, Ianto."
"Don't push me away. Push me away and what have you got?"
Ianto stepped closer to him, and snaked arms around his middle from behind. Jack tensed in his arms, and Ianto shushed him and stroked his hair until he relaxed and tipped his head back to rest on Ianto's shoulder. "I don't need to push you away. You were already leaving."
"Maybe I changed my mind."
"Why?"
"Because you need me."
"What for?"
"To talk to."
Jack laughed and stepped away from him. "Men don't talk."
"No, we pretend we don't." smiled Ianto, stepping closer to him again, their chests mere inches apart. His face turned serious. "Why did you ... why don't you ....?"
"... look after him anymore? Because ... I want to ... I want to protect him. And ... myself. One day, he'll die. Jacob will die, Jacqueline will die. My son that isn't even born yet will die."
"I'll die, but you don't push me away."
"I try to." mumbled Jack. "You just keep coming back."
Ianto sighed heavily and sat down on the bed, closing his eyes and breathing deeply. "What's wrong with us today?" he asked.
"You started an argument."
"I started with a valid point - it was you that chose to argue it."
"Y'know ...." Jack said as he sat down beside him. "... have you ever noticed how you always have to be right?"
"I can't help it if I usually am right." Ianto replied haughtily as the weight of Jack's chin resting on his shoulder made him open his eyes.
"I suppose." smiled the Captain. "Still, at least you know to back off eventually, right?"
"Mm." Ianto replied, sounding annoyed. Jack laughed again, putting his arms around him. Ianto bit his lip. "Why are you keeping this a secret, anyway? Surely someone knows."
Jack shrugged. "We live in a colony of parentless children - whether they were born here or not."
"And the mothers never told anyone?"
"They're happy."
They sat in silence for a while, until eventually Ianto decided it was time to go.
"Did you get that box open yet?" Jack asked him, sitting on the bed cross-legged as Ianto dressed properly.
"Ahem ... no."
"Ha! It's been two and a half months!"
"It's difficult!" scowled Ianto.
"Mmmmaybe." agreed Jack, passing him a cufflink.
"Right - cufflinks, tie, shirt, trousers, belt, socks, shoes ...."
"... underwear ...."
"... underwear. There we go. Okay, I'll see you later."
"Erm ... you have forgotten something ...." Jack hinted, tapping his lip.
Ianto raised an eyebrow.
"... or maybe you haven't ...." conceded Jack.
"I don't care how emotional you were: you don't talk to me like that. You most certainly don't go out of your way to hurt my feelings."
"I'm sorry ... you know I don't think before I speak ..."
"I do know. And you're not getting away with it just because you got a bit upset."
"Don't tell me - you're putting me on decaf?" Jack asked, amused, wondering if the threat Ianto usually provided jokingly would actually come into effect.
"No - I'm going to ignore you for a few days. Maybe a week."
"A week?" blinked Jack. "You don't want to make me sit and talk for hours and hours about babies and feelings and betrayal?"
Ianto gave him The Look.
"Fine, okay. I ... I deserve it and ... I'm sorry."
"Good. Oh - you ... Jack? You didn't mean about ... y'know ... not wanting to see me after ... you know?"
"No I didn't." admitted Jack. "I shouldn't have ... I'm sorry I said that and ..."
"Good. Okay ... well ... congratulations on the new baby, and I'll start speaking to you again once I've gotten over all the anger, hurt and betrayal I've bottled up over the past forty five minutes. Bye, Jack."
Jack held his tongue, and watched Ianto walk away.
Once safe in the sanctuary of his office, Ianto locked the door and sat behind his desk. He raised his eyes to the wall opposite him and saw the drawing that Giacomo had done of him and Rhys and for some reason a dog. Taking deep breaths, Ianto rested his head on his arms on the desk and calmed himself. Sitting up straight, he checked the time. Eleven 'o' clock - Giacomo would still be in school, and Rhys would be at home. Ianto packed a few things away, deciding to work from the flat for the rest of the day, and made his way out of the office.
"Jesus, Ianto ...." frowned Rhys from the sofa as Ianto entered the living room. "What's wrong?"
Ianto tried to hold it in, blinking fast and trying not to let it all out just yet. Rhys patted the couch beside him, and invited him into a sort-of-cuddle-but-more-of-a-manly-hug thing.
Resolve lost, Ianto broke down, and he clung to Rhys and told him everything.
Well, Christmas is well and truly over! I finally found time to write something in between watching my new QAF USA boxset, which I think may be better than the British version (even though the UK one is set in my own gay village - and the USA versions of British TV are usually never better than UK ones ...). I'm on S1E19 at the moment, and I think Brian and Justin may be my new obsession (is it because they're a helluva lot like Jack and Ianto? Hmmmmm ....)
Anyways ... no QAF spoilers in response to this please. I will get very drunk and shout at you all. Mothers may even become involved.
Well, I hope you all had a wonderful winter celebration, whatever it is you actually celebrated.
Also, I only just had chance to check my email today, and found I have three lovely v-gifts fromdiscord26, middler2008 and magicmalcolm. You're all too lovely (espeically magicmalcolm, because he sent me alcohol).
Love to everyone in the world ever
Silver
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Chapter: 09 | ??
Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones
Author:
a_silver_storyGenre Alternate Universe, Romance
Rating: NC-17 just to be safe.
Warnings: A bit of angst, and some tentacles and d/c in the future.
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know.
Summary: Ianto finds himself heartbroken and alone, but eventually learns that no matter what point in Captain Jack Harkness' life he finds himself, they will always fall in love.
Torchwood Index/Masterlist
First Part
Another Life
Another Life IX
Four months ago, Ianto Jones had been sucked through a Rift in Time and Space, thrown through a tumult of emotional trauma, lost in a world he didn't recognise with only three last little outreaches to his home left in existence.
The first of these was Rhys Williams. Ianto had never thought that one day, he would be sharing a home and raising a child with the man, never mind sharing similar interests and finding probably the best friend he'd had since he was a boy. It was a little upsetting that they had never really had time for each other before the disasters that stole them away from the twenty-first century, but they were grateful to have each other now, knowing that they would probably be close for the rest of their lives.
The second was Captain Jack Harkness. Or, rather, the body of Captain Jack Harkness. Very little else was the same, while everything was so similar. He managed to preserve the same scent, the same grin, the same accent, but he was suddenly so tired, so world weary and unnervingly careful at times. Well, as careful as Captain Jack Harkness could be.
Ianto mourned his Jack - and his Jack's coat - but he kept the grief of having lost him to himself. This new Jack sensed when Ianto wanted to be alone with his memories, and would give a small smile, press a kiss to his temple and leave him in bed with the scent of himself, letting him remember his lost lover through it. Ianto tried to never let Jack see his tears, and the Captain would never admit that sometimes he only pretended to sleep when Ianto wept silently beside him in the bed.
The third thing that Ianto had from home was the box containing everything he had with him the day he was found. His clothes, his shoes, his bluetooth headset and his mobile phone.
He sat alone in his bedroom, Rhys and Giacomo long ago gone to bed, and finally switched the phone on for the first time since he'd arrived in the year six billion and whatever. It took its time, as if it didn't like being woken up, and Ianto smiled to himself at the familiarity of the logos and menus, strangely comforting in the world that was only slowly becoming less alien.
Taking a deep breath, he gazed down at the wallpaper.
It was of him and Jack, three weeks before the last time they had seen each other. Gwen had taken the picture from the back seat, demanding they turn around in their front seats to look at her and catching them pretty much candidly as they turned awkwardly to appease her nagging. She had then bluetoothed it to Ianto, and he'd set it as his wallpaper because Jack's eyes still hadn't quite found the camera yet. They were still looking at him, and there was so much behind that gaze that ....
He never told Jack he'd kept the photo. Jack had made Gwen delete hers.
Ianto bit his trembling lip as he studied Jack's gaze, before finally managing to tear his eyes away and open up his photo gallery. He flicked through photographs of Torchwood, giggling at some of the naughtier ones Jack had taken without Ianto knowing, or the pictures of post-its begging for coffee that had been sent by both Gwen and the Captain. There were photos of Mica, David, Rhiannon and Johnny, and Ianto decided he'd ask Jack if he could have them printed out to put in frames. He decided he'd print off a particularly flattering one of Gwen for Rhys to keep if he wanted it, too.
"Ianto?" a little voice called from the doorway, and Ianto glanced up to see Giacomo in his flannel pyjamas stood there nervously, still gripping the door handle. "Why are you crying?" he asked.
Ianto hadn't realised he'd been crying, nor crying loud enough for Little Jack to hear.
"C'mere." he held his arms open, sitting back further on the bed so that Jack could cuddle up to him. "I miss my home," he sniffed.
"Don't you like it here?" asked Giacomo, offering him some tissues he had clutched in his hands. Ianto smiled at him. He'd heard Ianto crying and gone to fetch him tissues first.
"Of course I like it here." he smiled. "If I wasn't here, I wouldn't be looking after you, would I?"
"I like it here." Giacomo told him. "I don't ever want to leave."
"You say that now," sighed Ianto. "but one day a clever little boy like you might feel a bit ... trapped here. There's a whole universe out there - don't you want to see it?"
"I'd rather stay here." scowled Jack. "You know there a things out there that will eat you? And there's planets full of things that want to cook you alive?"
"But won't there also be planets full of people who won't hurt you? Planets filled with civilizations and histories and traditions that we'd never have dreamt of? Think of all the friends out there in the universe, just waiting for you to meet them ..."
"If the universe is so wonderful for you, why do you want to go home?"
"Home is home." smiled Ianto. "But my home is here now - with you and Rhys."
"Ianto?"
"Mm?"
"If ... if you could go home ... would you?"
Ianto frowned at him, thinking. Eventually, he sighed. "I don't know, Giacomo."
"I don't want you to go." sniffed Little Jack. "I love you."
"I love you, too, sweetheart."
"You won't leave me, will you, Ianto?"
Ianto was a little surprised by the question. "I'll never leave you, Giacomo. I promise you."
"What if you have to leave?" he sniffed.
"Why would I have to leave?"
"Helen had to leave." said Giacomo sadly, curling his fingers deeper into Ianto's clothes and pulling himself closer.
Ianto bit his lip as Giacomo searched his face, unsure what to say. "If I ever have to leave, Jack," he began. "I'll do everything I can to make sure I can take you with me. Okay?"
"Do you promise?"
"I promise."
"You won't break it? You won't break your promise?"
"I always keep my promises, Jack. I swear I won't ever leave you unless ...."
"Unless?"
"Unless it's what's best for you."
Ianto watched as Little Jack thought about it, wiping his own eyes with a tissue. "Did Helen leave because you coming here would be better?" he asked eventually, frowning.
"I ... I don't know, Jack."
Putting an arm around him, now that it was free of tissue duties, Ianto stroked his hair comfortingly. He got lost in his own thoughts, and barely registered that Giacomo had fallen asleep against him. Carefully, he lifted the sleeping child and managed to pull back the covers, tucking him in without disturbing him too much. Quickly, Ianto got ready for bed and slipped under the other side of the duvet. He watched Little Jack sleeping, frowning and thinking, wondering who had looked after the small boy before Rhys had come along - he had, after all, only arrived a year before Ianto, and Giacomo was going to be six in a few months.
Eventually, he fell into a dreamless sleep, and didn't wake up until morning.
There was a loud slam of a door, and Ianto jumped awake, suddenly alert. Giacomo was still curled up beside him, snuffling softly as his sleep was slightly disturbed, and carefully Ianto climbed out of bed to see what the fuss was.
"Giacomo's gone!" Rhys was panicking in the hallway.
"Woah! Woah! It's alright! He slept in my bed, is all."
Rhys looked like he was about to collapse with relief. "Of course ... 'course ... just ... being silly ...."
Ianto gave a small laugh. "Silly sod. He can't even undo the child lock on the front door."
"I know ... I know ... doesn't mean I don't worry ...."
"I can see that." Ianto checked his watch. "Gawwd it's early!" he yawned. "What were you getting him up this early for?"
"I went to get myself a glass of water, and I saw his bedroom door open - and he can't sleep unless it's shut - so I peeked in and he was gone ... Why is he in your bed? Is he okay?"
"I ... had a funny turn in the night. He tried to make me feel better and eventually we just fell asleep." shrugged Ianto.
"He's not sick? No nightmares?"
"He's fine."
"Good ... well ... see you in a few hours then ...." sighed Rhys.
"Yeah ...." Ianto yawned and nodded, returning to his warm bed and pulling Giacomo further to the middle before he dropped off the edge.
Ianto yelped as two very cold Somethings pressed into his stomach.
"Jack!" he groaned, then turned over to see a very different 'Jack' to what he had originally assumed.
Giacomo was grinning cheekily at him, his cold feet pressed into the sensitive flesh of Ianto's tummy, his hair stuck out in a thousand different angles and his glittering blue eyes mischievously watching him.
Now, more than ever, he was looking and acting like a miniature Jack Harkness. Ianto was more and more convinced that he would have figured out his parentage himself - perhaps even months ago - now that he was knowing Giacomo better and better. As it was, he had been woken hundreds of times by Jack's cold hands or feet, specially stuck out of the duvet for quite a while until they were cold enough for the purposes of Ianto Waking.
Little Jack - and Ianto thought of the term a lot more literally - giggled at his scowl, removing his feet and sticking them out of the covers to let them cool down in case he could get away with doing it again.
"You little bugger!" grumbled Ianto, and Giacomo laughed again, going to press his feet back to Ianto's tummy and squealing with delight as he suddenly found himself tipped upside down by the ankles. He writhed and squeaked as Ianto tickled him, his little hands trying to fight him off as he giggled and laughed and squirmed to get away, his legs kicking out on reflex as Ianto blew noisily on his stomach.
"Stop, stop, stop!" he begged, tears rolling down his cheeks he was laughing so much. "Daddy! Stop it!"
"Ahhhhh okay ..." sighed Ianto, and blew on his tummy one more time just for good measure. He lifted Giacomo onto his knee while he got his breath back, and found little arms cuddling his middle.
"I don't want to go to school today." announced Giacomo suddenly.
"Why not? I thought you liked school?" frowned Ianto.
"Can I go to work with you?" he asked, smiling sweetly and batting his eyes.
Ianto laughed. "No, love. I'm very busy at work and I don't want you to get bored sitting around doing nothing."
"I can lick envelopes!" he offered.
"You're not coming into work with me today, Giacomo."
"Tomorrow?"
"No, love."
"The day after?"
"No, Jack."
"Saturday? I have no school on Saturday! What about Sunday?"
"Giacomo, you can't come into work with me."
"Why?"
Ianto sighed in exasperation. "I told you: I'm busy. You'll either get very bored, or just get in the way."
"What do you do?"
"Lot's of things."
"What like?"
"Well, I have to read lots of letters, and I have to keep lots of lists. I do a lot of filing. I have to go 'round the building and talk to people, I have to make sure the Captain has lots of coffee ...."
"I want to help!"
"If I ever have too many envelopes that I couldn't possibly lick, I'll ask you to help me." Ianto smiled, and Giacomo seemed a little more placated.
"Ianto?"
"Mm?"
"Why do you sleep at the Captain's house sometimes?"
"Erm ... because ... because I want to, sweetheart."
"Is it because you cry? Because if it is I'm always here and I can always bring you tissues and give you cuddles!"
Ianto smiled at him sadly. "It's not because of that, Jack. Do you ... do you understand that me and the Captain are ... together?"
Giacomo nodded, a little scowl creasing his forehead. "He's your boyfriend."
"Yes. He's my boyfriend. And when two adults are together, they like to sleep in the same bed."
"Why?"
"Uh ... because when you're asleep, you're totally defenceless. And ... maybe it's to show that we trust each other. But most of all, it's because it's nice to wake up with someone you're with. And it's easier to cuddle!"
"I can cuddle!" Giacomo insisted, and squeezed him tight to prove his point.
"I know you can, and I like your cuddles, but it's different with you and me, isn't it? You're a child, and it's my job to look after you. I love you, but not in the same way adults love each other when they're together."
"So you can love me and the Captain? At the same time?"
"Of course I can! Just ... in very different ways."
"Who do you love more?"
"I ... I love you both the same, Giacomo."
"But if you had to choose?"
"Why would I ever have to choose?"
"If you did, though?"
Ianto sighed heavily, massaging his temples. The questions were wearing him out. "Jack ... enough questions for now, okay? It's far too early! Tell you what - why don't you go and jump on Rhys? I bet his squashy belly makes a brilliant bouncy castle!"
Less than two minutes later, Ianto could hear Rhys' anguished yelps as a five-year-old child jumped onto him, and bit his nails, thinking over the conversation he and Giacomo had just had. With a decisive attitude, he got out of bed, showered quickly and pulled on his newest suit.
"Ah, Ianto!"
"Captain."
"What do you think - red and gold tinsel, or purple and silver?"
"Purple and silver, sir."
"I told you!" Jack grinned at the man beside him currently holding out a rope of red and gold tinsel and a rope of purple and silver. "Base the colour scheme off that, okay? And I want lots of snow this year!"
The man wandered off to do as he was told.
"Tinsel, sir?"
"It's the Winter Celebrations in three weeks."
"I hope it won't be an extravagant affair ...." hinted Ianto as they began to walk together down the corridor.
"We have a budget set aside for it." shrugged the Captain.
"Yes, but when I reviewed the budget last month I reduced it drastically." Ianto reminded him.
"I know, I know. And the organiser people know the budget and will spend to it, I'm more than certain."
"Mmm. I'm sure. What's planned so far?"
"Just the basics. Colour scheme, turkey, tinsel. I think we're in negotiations over live music and possibly having two dinners instead of one massive one so that there's room for a dance floor. We'd have to go to both, obviously ...."
"We?"
"I do believe you are my 'plus one'."
"Oh. Thank you, sir."
"Y'know, I don't think anyone's listening to our conversation. I bet you could get away with not calling me 'sir' for a while ...."
"Sorry, sir. Force of habit."
Jack gave a small laugh. "At least you're respectful. More than we could say about half the people your age here." he sighed.
"And what age is that, sir?" Ianto asked with a slight smile, since the Captain had never actually asked him.
"Twenty ... four?" he tried.
Ianto considered lying. He wondered if Rhys knew how old he was, and if he could get away with it ....
He was prevented from answering when a middle-aged woman in mustard-coloured dress stopped them in the middle of the corridor.
"Captain!" she demanded, folding her arms. "You promised me there would be new text books before the end of the month - two months ago! I have a school full of children learning out of date facts - out of date facts from around two decades ago!"
"Mrs. Carver, I promise I'm doing my best. Money is hard at the moment."
"Yet we're still going to be having a massive Winter Celebration?" she asked, eyebrow arched and folding her arms.
Ianto cut in. "The budget for the Celebrations has been greatly cut back this year, madam. As soon as the paperwork is finalised, you'll have the extension of the education budget and you can clear the orders for books yourself."
The Captain nodded. "What he said."
Mrs. Carver narrowed her eyes at Ianto. "How long will that be, Mr. Jones?"
"No more than two weeks at the most." he assured her. "While you're waiting for the order, it will be the school holidays anyway, so the children won't be missing out much longer."
She nodded curtly and turned on her heel, shouting a 'Good!' behind her as she disappeared around a corner. Jack sighed.
"You managed to free up some money when you rearranged the budget, but it's still not enough." he said as they began walking again.
"Why is it so important for you to have this massive and expensive party, then? Why not just let everyone celebrate in their own homes?"
"Celebrations in winter are the one things all cultures have in common. Bringing everyone together and sharing the traditions of those cultures as a community is one of the few things a lot of people here have to look forward to. Which reminds me: I need you to be ready to sign in a new arrival tomorrow. Another victim of the Rift was found this morning."
"Any idea where or when from?"
"Not yet. Still in shock, last I heard. I do however know that they are yet another human." Jack frowned. "The Rift does tend to favour humans."
They were approaching the stairs, and began to climb them in companionable silence.
"Is that another new suit?" Jack asked as they neared the top.
"Yes, sir."
"Splashing out again?"
"I can't help it. And I need them anyway."
"I can hardly deny that my crotch agrees." smirked Jack.
Ianto gave a small laugh and rolled his eyes, following the Captain into his office. "Can I ask you something, Jack? It's about Giacomo."
The Captain sat down behind his desk, looking up at Ianto stood on the other side of it and regarding him carefully. "Okay. What is it?"
"I think you should tell him."
Jack all but rolled his eyes. "No."
"If you tell him - "
"I said 'no', Ianto." Jack reminded him firmly.
Ianto sighed. "Fine, fine. Just ... okay. Who looked after him before me and Rhys?"
"Helen and a guy called ... erm ... I think he was called Rubinda."
"And what happened to Rubinda?"
"He didn't get on with Helen that well and moved to another unit." shrugged Jack. "Why?"
"Who looked after him before that?"
"Erm ... Juliet. She ... killed herself after six months. But he won't remember. He was only two."
Ianto raised an eyebrow. "So ... in the last four years, two of his carers have killed themselves and one of them has moved out. Who looked after him before Juliet?"
Jack glanced down at his desk, straightened his back and cleared his throat. "I'm not sure."
Ianto raised an eyebrow. "So you've only bothered to track your son's welfare for the last four years?"
"Names become just names." Jack said carefully, unable to look him in the eye.
Watching him carefully, Ianto quickly weighed him up. "You're lying." he eventually said, folding his arms.
The Captain's eyes shot up, then glanced away again before eye contact could be properly made. Definitely feeling guilty about something, decided Ianto. "Look," he began. "either you tell me now, or I go and look it up on my computer."
Jack still stared at his desk.
Ianto sighed and sat down in the chair opposite him. "What about your other children? Have they been tossed around like unwanted gifts as well?"
The Captain glared at him. "None of them are 'unwanted'." he growled threateningly.
"I'm sure that's how you would feel if you were them." Ianto replied coolly, unperturbed. "You know ... Giacomo has some pretty severe abandonment issues."
Jack started arranging things on his desk. "Is that so?"
"It's obvious."
"Well, he can deal with that now then, can't he? I mean, you're not planning on going anywhere and Rhys seems fine." replied Jack, getting up to put some papers in a drawer.
"That doesn't change the fact he's messed up right now." pointed out Ianto. "Besides, he's too young to have to 'deal' with anything. He has to be helped through it."
"Maybe I should get him a psychiatrist?"
"So that they could ask him about his relationship with his mother?" answered Ianto sarcastically. "Or what about his father?"
"It's none of your business." he tried telling him, crossing the room to leave. Ianto followed, almost jogging to keep up with the Captain's purposeful strides towards the stairs before falling into step beside him.
"Giacomo is my business, therefore what affects him is my business. How many people looked after him before this 'Juliet'? What were they like? How come he's no longer with them?"
"How could that affect him? He doesn't even remember!"
"Apparently neither do you, but it's got you all tetchy."
They were part way down the stairs now, and Jack diverted from them down the busy corridor leading to the Library. Ianto reached out and stopped him with a hand on his shoulder, forcing the Captain to turn and face him.
"Why are you making this so difficult, Jack? What are you hiding?"
"I told you: it's none of your business."
He tried to start walking again, but Ianto took his shoulder and forced him to stand still, his back to the wall. "I told you it is." he replied coolly.
The Captain made an exasperated noise, his lips pinched together in a line. He glared at Ianto, and Ianto glared back. People were pausing to listen in the corridor, and it occurred to Ianto that Jack had probably hoped he wouldn't have dared confronted him in front of people, hence the busy location.
"You don't want to know." growled the Captain, and again Ianto had to stop him from walking off.
"What's going on? What's so bad about his past carers that you can't tell me?"
"Nothing. I just don't remember them that well."
"We've already ascertained that that's a lie." Ianto pointed out. "Look, were they abusive?"
Jack's eyes widened. "No!"
"Then what is it? What's the big secret?"
Jack rolled his eyes, trying to walk off and when Ianto again stopped him, he put his hands on Ianto's chest and pushed him away. Ianto blinked. The shove wasn't too hard, but it was enough to make him stumble back into one of the passers by who'd stopped to watch, but Jack was already on his way further down the corridor and hadn't noticed Ianto's offence.
Ianto squared his stance, facing down the corridor as he watched Jack walking away from him.
"JACK HARKNESS!" he boomed, and he saw the Captain stop dead thirty feet away. "You will not turn your back and walk away from me!"
The Captain spun on his heel, glaring. "Who the hell do you think you are?"
The corridor was silent, and people were crowding around either end of it, silent and watching. The people caught between the two men were almost pressing themselves into the walls in the hope of avoiding the crossfire.
"I'm the man Giacomo called 'Daddy' this morning."
Jack's mouth opened then closed tightly, his fingers curling into tight fists that would leave nail marks on the palms. "You're ... but you're not." he glared.
"No." agreed Ianto. "I'm not. But that's what he needs."
They were staring each other down again, Jack's angered breathing coming heavy and laboured. It was eventually him who broke the silence. "I have somewhere I need to be. Are you coming?"
Ianto shook his head. "No. I'm not going to be following you anywhere."
A whispered muttering fluttered through the onlookers, and both Jack and Ianto became very aware that they were there, more so that before.
"What are you going to do then?" Jack growled.
"I'm going to go back upstairs."
"Go on then! Go on back to your little sanctuary and lock the door like you do when you want to avoid me!" taunted Jack.
"I'm not going back to my office." Ianto replied, his voice low. "I'm going to turn around right now, and I'm going to climb back up those stairs - and you are the one who can do the following this time."
"I wouldn't stoop to following you anywhere."
"You keep telling yourself that, Captain. We both know that if you don't follow me up, you're just running away. Then again ... wouldn't be the first time, would it?"
"Don't you dare!" Jack shouted, taking a few steps forward. Ianto managed to silence himself from saying something he truly would regret.
"Are you coming up?" Ianto asked, and Jack looked away. Fed up, Ianto turned and began to make his way towards the staircase.
"Ianto!" yelled Jack. "Ianto - come back here now! Ianto!"
Counting in his head, Ianto paused and half-turned to face him again. "I don't know if you noticed, Jack," he said, almost patronisingly. "but I'll only be subservient on my own terms." He carried on, reaching the stairs and beginning to climb, people whispering and muttering, relaying what was happening to those who couldn't see. He resolutely ignored the people around him, and could only guess that their gasps of surprise and the sudden new wave of chatter meant the Captain had indeed decided to follow him.
He was at the top of the stairs by the time Jack caught up, and neither of them said anything, just silently fuming. Ianto lead the way into Jack's office, and the Captain rounded on him the second the door was shut, crowding him and pushing him towards the desk.
Ianto turned to face him, clutching the Captain close and forcing their lips together before Jack could initiate the kiss. Jack practically bit him back, squeezing him and scratching his nails over the fine material of Ianto's new suit. Ianto tasted blood, and stumbled back into Jack's desk and yelped as the back of his thighs connected with the sharp edge. The Captain refused to break the kiss, still furiously fighting him while trying to rip away Ianto's clothes. Struggling to breathe, Ianto thrust his hips forward and used the momentum to push Jack away and off him, and with a slight stumble Jack found himself two feet away from where he wanted to be. Ianto waited for him to move.
"What the fuck was that?" Jack hissed. "Confronting me in front of people? How dare you!"
"You took us out in front of people to get away from really looking at yourself. If anything, this is your fault."
"They're already talking! And then ... and then you ... you made me follow you!"
"You would have had me follow you." Ianto gasped, panting as he got his breath back.
"That's different! I need to maintain my authority with these people, and you just undermined me! In public!"
"This was a personal matter." Ianto replied, agitated. "Had it been anything to do with our professional lives, your final word is law. Besides, you didn't have to follow me back here."
Jack glowered, stepping forward towards him. He crowded him, and Ianto found himself leaning back on the desk as the Captain leaned over him, staring straight into his eyes before clearing everything off the table onto the floor in one strong sweep of an arm.
Ianto watched everything tumble to the floor, then raised his gaze to Jack's eyes. Slowly, he lifted himself to sit on the desk and spread his thighs, leaning back on his hands in invitation. Jack took a step forward, standing in between his legs, placing a hand either side of Ianto's body and leaning forward until his chest was pushing him down onto the desk. Pinned beneath the Captain, Ianto closed his eyes and parted his lips, waiting to be kissed. Jack teased him a little, touching his lips with his own briefly before pulling back and watching as Ianto leaned up to follow his mouth.
"You follow me." he whispered, and didn't wait for a reply before forcing his mouth onto Ianto's and ignoring the tugging at the back of his hair as Ianto tried to gain control over him.
Nails scratched and teeth bit, more than once there was a slap or a kick as they fought each other. Naked, desperate and scrambling over the Captain’s bed, neither wanting to be dominated and neither allowing the other to top. Ianto gasped and writhed as a tongue swirled around his nipple, and he forced himself to push Jack off him and kissed and bit his way down his Captain’s body. Jack’s fingers curled into the sheets as Ianto took him all down, before grabbing Ianto's head in his hands and shoving him away.
He landed on the floor on his back, and Jack was lying between his legs before he could recover from the fall, pressing their erections together and making them both moan. Ianto tried to elbow him off, but found his wrists pinned above his head. He bucked and kicked as he kissed Jack’s neck, wrapping his legs around him and trying to roll him over. Jack laughed into his mouth, knowing he had Ianto caught, and reached the hand that wasn’t holding Ianto's wrists down in between his legs.
Ianto knew that allowing Jack to do the fucking meant he had lost the silent argument, but he just didn’t have the strength to fight anymore. He ceased his struggling, Jack still biting and sucking his neck, and raised his knees up to his chest to give the finger stroking over his hole better access. The Captain raised his head, acknowledged Ianto's withdrawal from the fight, and kissed him. The kiss was different this time: it was gentle and caring, and Ianto felt himself melting into it. He ran his hands lightly over Jack’s back, their touches becoming softer and their mouths caressing bitten and swollen lips.
Jack half-lifted Ianto back onto the comfort of the bed, reaching for the lubricant and putting Ianto's calves on his shoulders. He smothered his cock in the cold gel and Ianto's eyes widened when he realised Jack wasn’t going to stretch him open first. The Captain pressed inside him and he cried out, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes tight as the burn surged through him.
Panting, Ianto opened his eyes, and Jack touched their foreheads together. “Twenty-first century ....” he murmured. “I ... forgot ....”
“I’m okay.” Ianto told him.
The burn faded as Jack began to move again, slowly and gently, his arms wound around Ianto, supporting his neck as he lay beneath him, kissing languidly as legs encircled the Captain’s middle. Jack grunted and picked up his pace, going harder and harder until Ianto bit down hard on his shoulder and came over their stomachs. Less than a minute later, the Captain followed and collapsed beside him, panting.
“I win, then.” he gasped as he got his breath back.
Ianto remained on his back, unmoving, stony expression pointed towards the ceiling. “i guess so.” he intoned. “Though, you did technically follow me.”
“How so?”
“I came first.”
“Because I made you.”
“Yeah. Because you made me.” Ianto muttered bitterly. Jack rolled over to hold him, but he sat up and moved away, getting out of bed and finding his clothes.
“Where are you going?” frowned Jack.
“To work.”
“Stay and cuddle for a bit. I won’t tell the boss.”
"Whatever, Jack." sighed Ianto, pulling his shirt over his shoulders, hanging his tie around his neck and fastening his trousers and belt. He slung his jacket over his shoulder.
Jack stared at him as he turned to leave, utching over to the end of the bed and trying to pull Ianto back down to lie beside him.
"No, Jack." he said firmly. Ianto turned to leave, hesitating in the doorway and turning back to look at him. "You know - I just wish you'd understand. I only do what's best. That's all I want: what's best. Why do you always make it difficult?"
Jack opened his mouth to speak, but Ianto cut him off.
"You won, Jack. You've got your way again. And I fucking hate it, but I'll compromise. You can keep the fact that Giacomo's yours a secret for now, but every day he gets a little older. He gets a little taller, a little broader. His hair is the same colour as yours, and just as untamable. He has your eyes, your nose, your smile. He's going to grow up to look just like you, and even before then, people will know. He will know. And he will hate you all the more for not telling him."
Ianto could tell his words were stinging as Jack stared up at him, unable to find words to say.
"Truth will out, Captain." Ianto reminded him and made to leave again.
"Ianto!"
Ianto paused. "What?"
"You want truth?"
Jack stood, and crossed the room to face him eye to eye.
"My ex is having our baby next week. And I don't want anything to do with you after that. Understand?"
Ianto felt like Jack had stabbed him, and nearly gasped as the pain lanced his heart, though he tried not to show it. "You ... y-you don't mean that ... that's not true ... you ... you'd have told me ...." He cleared his throat. "You ... another secret child? Another little life ruined by its dick of a father?"
"Giacomo isn't my responsibility. He's yours."
"And your next child?"
"... was in the picture before you got vomited onto my doorstep. You've been here four months? He's been here nearly nine."
"Another boy, then? I wonder if he'll be like his brothers and sisters ...." Ianto spat venomously.
"Weren't you going?" Jack asked nonchalantly, folding his arms.
"I ... I'm not going until you ... until you apologise."
"Apologise for what?"
"For not telling me! For ... for ... for saying these things the way you did! And ... you say you don't want to see me after the baby's born? What the hell?"
"I need to concentrate on my new little family. Elaine will be moving in here. Didn't I mention it?"
"You're deciding all this now! In your head! You're being petty and selfish - if we hadn't argued today, you'd be as involved in that kid's life as you are Giacomo's. Not. At. All."
Jack snarled at him. "Okay, so Elaine doesn't want me anywhere near her. You got me. But don't you dare say I was never involved with Giacomo, or that I don't love my children! Because I do, Ianto!"
"I never said you didn't love them! I said you didn't care - there is a difference, believe it or not!"
"You wanna know who looked after Giacomo before you and Rhys and Helen and Rubinda and Juliet? You wanna know who failed so miserably at looking after a kid, it was actually better for the little one to be given away to strangers?"
Ianto glared at the Captain as he glared right back, daring each other to speak.
"Fine, I'll tell you." snapped Jack, turning his back and hugging himself, his voice cracking. "I did. I tried to look after him."
Ianto stared at his back. "Jack ...."
"Just go.."
"Please ...."
"Go, Ianto."
"Don't push me away. Push me away and what have you got?"
Ianto stepped closer to him, and snaked arms around his middle from behind. Jack tensed in his arms, and Ianto shushed him and stroked his hair until he relaxed and tipped his head back to rest on Ianto's shoulder. "I don't need to push you away. You were already leaving."
"Maybe I changed my mind."
"Why?"
"Because you need me."
"What for?"
"To talk to."
Jack laughed and stepped away from him. "Men don't talk."
"No, we pretend we don't." smiled Ianto, stepping closer to him again, their chests mere inches apart. His face turned serious. "Why did you ... why don't you ....?"
"... look after him anymore? Because ... I want to ... I want to protect him. And ... myself. One day, he'll die. Jacob will die, Jacqueline will die. My son that isn't even born yet will die."
"I'll die, but you don't push me away."
"I try to." mumbled Jack. "You just keep coming back."
Ianto sighed heavily and sat down on the bed, closing his eyes and breathing deeply. "What's wrong with us today?" he asked.
"You started an argument."
"I started with a valid point - it was you that chose to argue it."
"Y'know ...." Jack said as he sat down beside him. "... have you ever noticed how you always have to be right?"
"I can't help it if I usually am right." Ianto replied haughtily as the weight of Jack's chin resting on his shoulder made him open his eyes.
"I suppose." smiled the Captain. "Still, at least you know to back off eventually, right?"
"Mm." Ianto replied, sounding annoyed. Jack laughed again, putting his arms around him. Ianto bit his lip. "Why are you keeping this a secret, anyway? Surely someone knows."
Jack shrugged. "We live in a colony of parentless children - whether they were born here or not."
"And the mothers never told anyone?"
"They're happy."
They sat in silence for a while, until eventually Ianto decided it was time to go.
"Did you get that box open yet?" Jack asked him, sitting on the bed cross-legged as Ianto dressed properly.
"Ahem ... no."
"Ha! It's been two and a half months!"
"It's difficult!" scowled Ianto.
"Mmmmaybe." agreed Jack, passing him a cufflink.
"Right - cufflinks, tie, shirt, trousers, belt, socks, shoes ...."
"... underwear ...."
"... underwear. There we go. Okay, I'll see you later."
"Erm ... you have forgotten something ...." Jack hinted, tapping his lip.
Ianto raised an eyebrow.
"... or maybe you haven't ...." conceded Jack.
"I don't care how emotional you were: you don't talk to me like that. You most certainly don't go out of your way to hurt my feelings."
"I'm sorry ... you know I don't think before I speak ..."
"I do know. And you're not getting away with it just because you got a bit upset."
"Don't tell me - you're putting me on decaf?" Jack asked, amused, wondering if the threat Ianto usually provided jokingly would actually come into effect.
"No - I'm going to ignore you for a few days. Maybe a week."
"A week?" blinked Jack. "You don't want to make me sit and talk for hours and hours about babies and feelings and betrayal?"
Ianto gave him The Look.
"Fine, okay. I ... I deserve it and ... I'm sorry."
"Good. Oh - you ... Jack? You didn't mean about ... y'know ... not wanting to see me after ... you know?"
"No I didn't." admitted Jack. "I shouldn't have ... I'm sorry I said that and ..."
"Good. Okay ... well ... congratulations on the new baby, and I'll start speaking to you again once I've gotten over all the anger, hurt and betrayal I've bottled up over the past forty five minutes. Bye, Jack."
Jack held his tongue, and watched Ianto walk away.
Once safe in the sanctuary of his office, Ianto locked the door and sat behind his desk. He raised his eyes to the wall opposite him and saw the drawing that Giacomo had done of him and Rhys and for some reason a dog. Taking deep breaths, Ianto rested his head on his arms on the desk and calmed himself. Sitting up straight, he checked the time. Eleven 'o' clock - Giacomo would still be in school, and Rhys would be at home. Ianto packed a few things away, deciding to work from the flat for the rest of the day, and made his way out of the office.
"Jesus, Ianto ...." frowned Rhys from the sofa as Ianto entered the living room. "What's wrong?"
Ianto tried to hold it in, blinking fast and trying not to let it all out just yet. Rhys patted the couch beside him, and invited him into a sort-of-cuddle-but-more-of-a-manly-hug thing.
Resolve lost, Ianto broke down, and he clung to Rhys and told him everything.
Well, Christmas is well and truly over! I finally found time to write something in between watching my new QAF USA boxset, which I think may be better than the British version (even though the UK one is set in my own gay village - and the USA versions of British TV are usually never better than UK ones ...). I'm on S1E19 at the moment, and I think Brian and Justin may be my new obsession (is it because they're a helluva lot like Jack and Ianto? Hmmmmm ....)
Anyways ... no QAF spoilers in response to this please. I will get very drunk and shout at you all. Mothers may even become involved.
Well, I hope you all had a wonderful winter celebration, whatever it is you actually celebrated.
Also, I only just had chance to check my email today, and found I have three lovely v-gifts from
discord26, middler2008 and magicmalcolm. You're all too lovely (espeically magicmalcolm, because he sent me alcohol). Love to everyone in the world ever
Silver
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Date: 2009-12-29 02:28 am (UTC)Ianto is wonderful with Giacomo, and the fight was really well done on your part - sucked me right in.
Lovely chapter, hon.
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Date: 2009-12-29 02:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-29 02:32 am (UTC)You had me worried there in the middle for a little while! But I'm glad that Ianto still knows how to handle Jack, even this version of Jack.
Also, yay for QAF! I've never seen the British version, but I adore Brian. Not as much as I adore Ben though (you probably haven't met him yet if you've just started the series). I can see the parallels with Janto but Justin always kind of annoyed me too much to remind me of Ianto XD
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Date: 2009-12-29 02:42 am (UTC)But Jack telling Ianto that he never wanted to see him again... I was actually hoping Ianto would have giving him another right hook. He really deserved it.
Oooooo!!!!! QAF! :D I never watched the British version, but I LOVE Brian and Justin. :D And Emmett. lol
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Date: 2009-12-29 02:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-29 03:31 am (UTC)The fight was great! I really loved this chapter, the
And yay, QAF!!! I love Brian/Justin! Emmet is great too, and Michael has his moments, but Brian and Justin are the best... I haven't seen the British version, but I love the american one :)
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Date: 2009-12-29 04:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-29 04:35 am (UTC)That brilliant and beautiful and brilliant and amazing...did I say brilliant?
<3
Lucky you for the QAF boxset!
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Date: 2009-12-29 05:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-29 05:50 am (UTC)(Um, two things that may or may not be intentional on your part: 1) the coding for this post is visible. 2) chapter 8 seems to have been eaten.)
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Date: 2009-12-29 05:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-29 10:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-29 10:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-29 06:28 am (UTC)I love this chapter. Thank you!!!
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Date: 2009-12-29 08:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-29 09:46 am (UTC)All the emotional turmoil in this chapter was long in coming in some instances... but I think Ianto's breakdown with Rhys there at the end was a long time in coming. He's twenty-six (or so), and probably hadn't had a good breakdown since Lisa was killed. That's a lot of build-up.
Incidentally, there's a coding error, so the LJ-Cut failed. Irreparable invalid markup ('<img [...] nine">') in entry. Just thought you might want to know.
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Date: 2009-12-29 10:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-29 11:01 am (UTC)Again, lovely plot. Lovely galaxy image.
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Date: 2009-12-29 10:16 am (UTC)Brilliant! This line sums up something important about our Ianto, eh?
BTW - No one's mentioning it, but on my friends page at least, I got two versions of your post. One seemingly normal. The other said this:
<q>but I'll only be subservient on my own terms</q>
Brilliant! This line sums up something important about our Ianto, eh?
BTW - No one's mentioning it, but on my friends page at least, I got two versions of your post. One seemingly normal. The other said this:
<q>[Error: Irreparable invalid markup ('<img [...] nine">') in entry. Owner must fix manually. Raw contents below.]</q>
followed by a bunch of other XML crap, followed by the entire chapter - no cut.
Not sure if it's me or you LJ is thumbing her nose at, but yours is the only one I've got that had this happen.
Glad to hear you're enjoying your holiday. Just don't get so wrapped up in whatever (by which I guess I mean "your life") that you forget us minions out here, hanging on your every soon-to-be-published word.
Zx
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Date: 2009-12-29 10:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-29 10:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-29 12:22 pm (UTC)QAF US is actually better than the UK one in my opinion:)
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Date: 2009-12-29 01:22 pm (UTC)And QAF US! Wow! I mean to get that, I adored QAF UK (Nathan - wibble), and my lovely friend says that QAF US is better than the UK version. Personally I think RTD used up all his 'feelgood' on QAF!
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Date: 2009-12-29 02:10 pm (UTC)Thanks for sharing...
P.S: QAF is fantastic! (the US one that is!)
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Date: 2009-12-29 02:15 pm (UTC)On topic...Oh poor boys! Loved this chapter... as usual :)
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Date: 2009-12-29 05:23 pm (UTC)Xxxx
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Date: 2009-12-29 06:39 pm (UTC)It's not the way to a girl's heart, but a way to get her to like you just long enough. Kidding! ;)
Yay, angry emotional fighty hate-sex turmoil! At least they're communicating...in the most volitile manner possible, granted, but still...progress! ...and I don't have to smack them for being so testy, because they're doing it for me! Win!
Also, I want a Rhys to comfort me when I need it. He's perfectly cuddly.
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Date: 2009-12-29 07:20 pm (UTC)And your little "they're doing it for me! Win!" for some reason made me actually laugh out loud. Hmm. I'm still high on christmas, mehthinks. >.
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Date: 2009-12-29 07:54 pm (UTC)Or you're drunk. My
totally nonexistanteffffil plan is coming to frutition! Muahahaha!The fact that I wouldn't know what the Hell to do with a drunken woman shall not be discussed!
Rhys is adorawwwwwble, and having seen Kai Owen in the flesh...oh yes, I would definitely go there.
It's also much safer (and far more "UNF" worthy) to have Ianto Smack a
BitchJack for me.no subject
Date: 2009-12-29 08:13 pm (UTC)... not that I purposefully come on to my gay friends just to watch them squirm or anything ...
I do it so that I can watch them run away screaming, clawing at the locked exit and begging to be let free ....
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Date: 2009-12-29 08:35 pm (UTC)Naked breastage doesn't bother me either. Gay men appreciate a nice set of boobs, really.
Sidenote: QAF USA? Heh, I've only seen the first season myself. I like Dr. Cameron, personally, but that may be because he's so blazingly normal compared to everyone else.
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Date: 2009-12-29 07:22 pm (UTC)I really want the US QAF on DVD. I've already seen it on youtube before and I love it, but I won't give you any spoilers. My lips are sealed :P
Come find me when you finish it though :)
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Date: 2009-12-29 07:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-29 09:20 pm (UTC)I think that this chapter might be trying to set a record for the amount of times I burst out crying or something. and not 'yay happy' tears ::kicks jack:: NO. BAD JACK.
I love little!jack, he's adorable
and ianto is finally talking to someone about his jack-problems, yay! can't wait for more :)
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Date: 2009-12-30 03:30 am (UTC)I found the series a few days ago and started to read it -- at first it took me a while to get into the storyline, but then I quickly got through no. 8 and put the tag on LJ notify.
The story was SO GOOD that when i got the chapter 9 note I purposefully didn't immediately come read, just so I could draw it out -- didn't want it to be "over" again!
Cannot wait for the next installment -- thanks for sharing w/us
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Date: 2009-12-30 03:36 am (UTC)I'm glad you're enjoying the story, and hopefully I'll find the time to update tomorrow :)
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Date: 2009-12-31 12:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-05 01:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-20 03:42 pm (UTC)Ianto is just wonderful.
I'm loving this!
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Date: 2010-07-12 05:54 am (UTC)Sorry Just got an LJ bout a month ago and am now reading as much as i can possibly read... like plus fanfiction.net... its allot ;D
I wasnt planning on commenting at all... bbbbuttttt i just had to say not only is this a freaaakin epic story plot and you just portray the charactr so well! but also OMG QAF!! i found out about it about a month ago and im already in the 4 season! its like AMAZING Brian is like my love.. in the non kreeperloveydubby way.. ya know =/
muchlove
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