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a_silver_storyTitle: Silver'verse
Chapter: 02 | New Home, and Settling In
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Genre Alternate Universe, Fluff, a bit domestic, adventure
Rating: G - NC-17
Warnings:
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: Post CoE (begins 3010). Interactive Fiction: the readers have the ultimate say how the next chapter will continue via a poll at the end of each one. (Please remember that as a writer, I can do an RTD, ignore you all and piss off in a totally different direction ... but I wouldn't do that. Not really :p)
FIRST PART of SILVER'VERSE | The Ballad of Ianto Jones: Keeping Promises
PREVIOUS | Torchwood Index/Masterlist
02 |
Here are the results from last week's voting!
A staggering 83% (114) of you voted for Jack and Ianto to choose the house by the sea, with 17% (23) of you choosing the exhibitionist paradise that is a lonely cottage in the woods. The voice of the majority has spoken ... so here goes!
Ianto stood in the back garden and looked out over the sparkling blue sea, inhaling deeply and closing his eyes, letting the sound of the waves wash over him. It was good to be outside. He’d spent so long underground, open spaces were quite luxurious to him. He tilted his head up and looked into the sky, trying to picture the hundreds of thousands of worlds that lay on the other side of the clouds, desperately wishing he could go up and see them. Jack had promised he would, and Ianto held him to it. He just wanted to go now.
“Do two people really need this much space?” commented Lennie with a laugh. Her voice sailed through the air from behind him, and Ianto turned to greet her with a broad smile.
“They do when they’re playing hide and seek.” he replied, taking the bottle of wine she offered. She’d obviously come round the side of the house, seeing the front door locked, and found him there. Button was hanging nervously by the gate, so Ianto beckoned him onto the decking.
“You enjoying being outside?” asked Lennie, looping her arm through his as they went back into the house, Button a step behind.
“Loving it. I’m still trying to calm myself down every time I leave the house. It’s ... you take it for granted, y’know? Being able to feel. Heat from the sun, cold from the wind. And as a plus, the Welsh skin isn’t real this time round. I won’t go bright red if I forget sun cream.”
Lennie gave a small laugh. Ianto set the wine bottle down on the kitchen cabinet and pressed an intercom button on the wall to call Jack. “Lennie and Button are here, Jack. You ready?”
“Almost.” was the crackled response.
“Well hurry up! I’m going to take them on a tour.”
“I’m still in the bath!” came the reply.
“It’s okay.” said Button loudly so that the microphone could pick him up. “We really, really don’t mind!”
Lennie gave him a gentle smack on the back of his head and rolled her eyes. “We’ll sit in the living room and crack open the wine, shall we?” she offered. Ianto nodded, fetching three wine glasses from the cupboard, being grateful mainly to himself that he’d managed to buy and unpack everything they’d need already.
“Oh! Bugger!” he said suddenly. “Corkscrew!”
Button looked wounded. “No wine?”
“Er ... hang on ...” Ianto took a sharp-pointed knife from a drawer and jabbed it into the low-set cork. He twisted and pulled, and with a pop the cork came free. “There we go. Cyber muscles – twice as strong as your puny human ones. Takes a bit of getting used to, though.”
“’Puny human’?” Button laughed. “It’s talk like that that leads to cyborg uprisings and stuff.”
“Don’t give him ideas.” Jack’s voice said, as the man himself appeared in the kitchen doorway. His hair was still glistening wet and dripping a little into his eyes, and the collar of his baby blue open-necked shirt was a little damp. Ianto gave him a disapproving look.
“Tuck your shirt in, Jack.” he ordered.
“Why? It’s fashionable not to, therefore I don’t have to.”
“I don’t care what’s fashionable. Tuck your shirt in: it’s part of getting dressed”
“Jesus.” breathed Button. “Under the thumb already?” Lennie gave him another smack on the back of the head.
“Speak for yourself.” winked Jack, crossing to where Ianto was pouring the wine and giving him a peck on the cheek.
“So.” smiled Lennie as they settled onto the squashy living room sofas. “What made you eventually choose the sea over the woods?”
“Walk in closet and walk in fridge – is there anything that could make two men happier?” Jack grinned at her. He passed his glass of wine to Ianto, who took a small sip and smiled appreciatively before passing it back.
“Have you been swimming in the sea yet?” asked Button, making conversation.
“Not yet.” said Jack. “I remember what the sea around Cardiff used to be like – the chances of either of us swimming in it with anything less than a lead-lined wetsuit is pretty small.”
“The safe areas are cordoned off.” shrugged Button. “Anyway ... how are you settling in?”
“We’ve only been here two days, but I think it’s going to be brilliant.” said Ianto. “At least ... as brilliant as it would have been at the cottage ...”
Jack put an arm around him and squeezed his shoulder. “Not still sour about that are you?” he said with a smirk. “It was you who originally wanted to move here, don’t forget.”
“Shurrup. And let me have another taste of that wine.”
After they’d all drained their glasses, Jack and Ianto showed them around their new home. Ianto cooked them some dinner, they all drank more wine, and before long they were all (minus Ianto) quite tipsy and discussing politics.
“The thing about politicians ...” slurred Button. “Is that they’re ... out of touch. Too busy thinking about whether everyone likes them to get down to doing some real> good work ... take the war for example. If they’d just sat down with a cup of tea and some cakes and said sorry to each other, the whole thing would have blown over by now.”
“It’s not as simple as that anymore.” sighed Lennie. They were sat on the sofas, but the arm she had draped around Button’s neck seemed to be her only form of support. “What scares me most isn’t invasion – because that can’t happen – it’s ... it’s not knowing who’s going to be chosen to go next. And no-one comes back. We’ve already had fourteen operatives lost out there. And ... I ... it scares me. Who’s next?”
“Forced conscription.” sighed Jack. “At least I know Ianto's exempt.” he said, flashing a thankful smile in his direction.
“The rest of us aren’t.” said Button, bitterness seeping into his voice. “Even Lennie. If the computer picks out one of our names ... that’s it. Well ... maybe not for you, Jack. Maybe you’ll see the end of the war.”
“Ianto could hack into pretty much any computer system. He could remove a couple of names temporarily ...” suggested Jack.
“I’m not committing sabotage, Jack.”
“Temporary sabotage. For our friends.”
Ianto looked away. After spending years being programmed into a very rigid, black and white way of thinking – thinking in a way expected for a droid – breaking out of it would be difficult. The shades of grey were still difficult for him to discern, even after a year. It had been hard enough to persuade him to promote Lennie and Button, as well as inflating their pay cheques. He’d been dead set against it, but still eager to please Jack, he’d given in.
“Lennie has a lot of power now. Why don’t you go to the Galactic Senator for SOL:3 and put forward a pitch? See if we can’t swing the votes for a Peace Treaty to be drawn up?”
Button yawned loudly. Lennie set her glass down on the table. “If Button did the research, I bet we could get something together. Torchwood holds a lot of sway with senate at the moment. Anyways ... it’s getting late. We really should go.”
They got up, making their way the front door. Coats were donned, thanks exchanged and goodbyes said. As Jack and Ianto waved Button and Lennie off, Jack snaked arms around Ianto's waist and pulled him close.
“And ... we’re finally alone ...” he muttered in his ear.
Ianto keyed in the code to lock the front door, and it slid shut with a barely audible whisper. “Yeah. I guess.” he smirked. Jack pressed their bodies together, letting his tongue flick against the smooth skin of Ianto's neck.
“Shall we ... Christen the bed?”
“Again?”
“Yeah. Why not?”
~*~*~*~
Ianto was watching him sleep again. He could feel it. Opening one eye slightly, he could see him sure enough, resting his head on one hand and stroking his collarbone with the other. “Morning.” he smiled, realising Jack was awake.
Jack opened his eyes properly and kissed him. They broke apart, and Jack leaned over Ianto to press a button on the table on his side of the bed. The window turned from black opaque to transparent, showing the sun rising in a splash of pale yellows and oranges, bouncing off the sea and making the waves look golden. “Look at the view ...” breathed Ianto. “Okay ... you win. We really should stay here a bit longer.”
“Yeah. A bit.” agreed Jack, squeezing his arms around Ianto's middle and snuggling into his chest. Ianto's fingers laced through his hair and his other arm held Jack close. They cuddled for a while, but eventually they had to get up. Work called, and it wasn’t like either of them could really skive off and call in sick.
Ianto was carefully tying his tie – black and red striped, with a red shirt and plain black suit – when the pleasant scent of bacon wafted up from the kitchen. He pressed the intercom button on the wall by the walk-in closet. “Jack ... save a bit of bacon for me to have a taste, yeah?”
“Made you some especially.” came the reply. Ianto beamed at no one in particular, straightened his tie a final time and began his journey to the kitchen.
The house really, really was too big – but at least he and Jack could have their own space when they needed it. Thanks to modern technology, the place pretty much kept itself clean, which really was a god-send. No way was Jack doing housework, and Ianto knew it.
Jack was just squirting brown sauce onto two bacon sarnies as Ianto entered the kitchen; his mouth would have been watering if his aqua system was in anyway linked to his brain. Seeing that Jack had made two sandwiches, he eyed them dubiously. “I just want a taste of the bacon, Jack. You know I don’t want to eat.”
“I think it would be good for you to start eating. Get used to emptying the food out at the end of the night. Make it feel like a normal routine. People get uncomfortable and feel bad when you just taste things.”
“It’ll be disgusting.” Ianto tried to make the excuse.
“So’s scraping out a lasagne dish. C’mon! You know you want to.”
Ianto heaved a sigh, and picked up his plate with his bacon roll on. They went and sat at the breakfast table. “Eat up!” Jack encouraged, taking a massive bite of his own food.
Inhaling the scent, Ianto took a deep breath. He sank his porcelain teeth into the hot sandwich, felt the juices bursting onto his tongue and the flavours of bread and bacon and brown sauce setting his artificial senses into overdrive. Chewing slowly, he savoured the taste, enjoying how long he could keep it in his mouth, before he finally swallowed. Jack raised a pleasant but questioning eyebrow. “How was it?”
“Better than sex.” replied Ianto, taking a bigger bite whilst reaching for the brown sauce.
Jack didn’t know whether or not that was an insult to his sexual prowess or a compliment to his cooking. Either way ... he didn’t understand. What was better than sex with Captain Jack Harkness?
‘... sex with Ianto Jones, of course.’, he reminded himself. He couldn’t help but let himself grin as a drop of brown sauce strayed onto the pale skin of Ianto's chin.
~*~*~*~
‘Bored bored bored bored bored bored bored ...’
The word kept racing around Ianto's brain. It was a ridiculously quiet day at Torchwood 3 – not just in the Archives but throughout the Institute.
Lennie had been called away to the senate to give the pitch about Peace she’d considered doing two weeks ago at Jack and Ianto's housewarming. If they could call it that. Half of their friends had been called away on an emergency, leaving just Button and Lennie to make up numbers. Still. Mustn’t complain.
Ianto sucked away the piece of chocolate he’d been holding in his mouth, broke off another square and leaned back further in his office chair. His Archive Assistants were all lulling around the place, chatting or playing cards or chess. Ianto watched the progress of the games from afar until one particular topic of conversation caught his attention.
“... so they’re thinking maybe sending cyborgs to the front line. Apparently they’re harder to kill. It’s just the moral spin they need to get on it, what with Cyborgism technically being a disability ...”
“What was that?” Ianto said, crossing over to where the lads were talking.
“Just ... conscription stuff, sir.”
“They’re thinking about sending cyborgs? I thought they were to remain exempt.” Ianto sat cross-legged on the floor with them.
“Well ... er ... I heard ... my brother works for the Ministry of Defence, so ... yeah ... can’t tell no one I told you this ... but ... well, really they’re saying being a cyborg is an enhancement of the human condition. Those harder to kill should be on the front line.”
“Shit.” breathed Ianto.
“You ... er ... you know a cyborg, sir?” asked the younger of the lads.
Ianto nodded silently. “In a manner of speaking ... yes.” He bit his lip, reaching for the phone in his pocket and composing a quick message to Jack. He paused. “The conscription would still be random, right? Like ... they won’t bother assessing background or anything ... just ... just the same as with whole humans?”
The kid nodded. “I should think so, sir. Equality and that.”
“Yeah ...” Ianto sent his message. “I’ve got to go.” he said, rising to his feet and reading the message that he had just received. Walking briskly, Ianto headed for the cafeteria area.
Jack was already there waiting for him, his face sombre. They both knew that it was guaranteed that Jack would come back eventually should he be conscripted, but the odds were still not the same for Ianto. He would only have forever with Jack if he was careful.
Sitting opposite him, Ianto reached out to clasp his tensed hands. “It’ll be okay, Jack.” smiled Ianto. “It’ll all be fine.”
“You ... you have to hack the system. You’re still connected to the mainframe to some extent – you could use it to hack into the MoD and remove yourself from the list.”
“I can’t! That’s ... that’s immoral ...”
“You’re allowed to make your own decisions now, Ianto.”
“You’re trying to make this one for me.”
Jack averted his gaze. “Please, Ianto. Do it for me.”
FIN
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a_silver_storyGenre Alternate Universe, Fluff, a bit domestic, adventure
Rating: G - NC-17
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SPOILERS FOR COE! DON'T READ!
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: Post CoE (begins 3010). Interactive Fiction: the readers have the ultimate say how the next chapter will continue via a poll at the end of each one. (Please remember that as a writer, I can do an RTD, ignore you all and piss off in a totally different direction ... but I wouldn't do that. Not really :p)
FIRST PART of SILVER'VERSE | The Ballad of Ianto Jones: Keeping Promises
PREVIOUS | Torchwood Index/Masterlist
02 |
Here are the results from last week's voting!
A staggering 83% (114) of you voted for Jack and Ianto to choose the house by the sea, with 17% (23) of you choosing the exhibitionist paradise that is a lonely cottage in the woods. The voice of the majority has spoken ... so here goes!
Ianto stood in the back garden and looked out over the sparkling blue sea, inhaling deeply and closing his eyes, letting the sound of the waves wash over him. It was good to be outside. He’d spent so long underground, open spaces were quite luxurious to him. He tilted his head up and looked into the sky, trying to picture the hundreds of thousands of worlds that lay on the other side of the clouds, desperately wishing he could go up and see them. Jack had promised he would, and Ianto held him to it. He just wanted to go now.
“Do two people really need this much space?” commented Lennie with a laugh. Her voice sailed through the air from behind him, and Ianto turned to greet her with a broad smile.
“They do when they’re playing hide and seek.” he replied, taking the bottle of wine she offered. She’d obviously come round the side of the house, seeing the front door locked, and found him there. Button was hanging nervously by the gate, so Ianto beckoned him onto the decking.
“You enjoying being outside?” asked Lennie, looping her arm through his as they went back into the house, Button a step behind.
“Loving it. I’m still trying to calm myself down every time I leave the house. It’s ... you take it for granted, y’know? Being able to feel. Heat from the sun, cold from the wind. And as a plus, the Welsh skin isn’t real this time round. I won’t go bright red if I forget sun cream.”
Lennie gave a small laugh. Ianto set the wine bottle down on the kitchen cabinet and pressed an intercom button on the wall to call Jack. “Lennie and Button are here, Jack. You ready?”
“Almost.” was the crackled response.
“Well hurry up! I’m going to take them on a tour.”
“I’m still in the bath!” came the reply.
“It’s okay.” said Button loudly so that the microphone could pick him up. “We really, really don’t mind!”
Lennie gave him a gentle smack on the back of his head and rolled her eyes. “We’ll sit in the living room and crack open the wine, shall we?” she offered. Ianto nodded, fetching three wine glasses from the cupboard, being grateful mainly to himself that he’d managed to buy and unpack everything they’d need already.
“Oh! Bugger!” he said suddenly. “Corkscrew!”
Button looked wounded. “No wine?”
“Er ... hang on ...” Ianto took a sharp-pointed knife from a drawer and jabbed it into the low-set cork. He twisted and pulled, and with a pop the cork came free. “There we go. Cyber muscles – twice as strong as your puny human ones. Takes a bit of getting used to, though.”
“’Puny human’?” Button laughed. “It’s talk like that that leads to cyborg uprisings and stuff.”
“Don’t give him ideas.” Jack’s voice said, as the man himself appeared in the kitchen doorway. His hair was still glistening wet and dripping a little into his eyes, and the collar of his baby blue open-necked shirt was a little damp. Ianto gave him a disapproving look.
“Tuck your shirt in, Jack.” he ordered.
“Why? It’s fashionable not to, therefore I don’t have to.”
“I don’t care what’s fashionable. Tuck your shirt in: it’s part of getting dressed”
“Jesus.” breathed Button. “Under the thumb already?” Lennie gave him another smack on the back of the head.
“Speak for yourself.” winked Jack, crossing to where Ianto was pouring the wine and giving him a peck on the cheek.
“So.” smiled Lennie as they settled onto the squashy living room sofas. “What made you eventually choose the sea over the woods?”
“Walk in closet and walk in fridge – is there anything that could make two men happier?” Jack grinned at her. He passed his glass of wine to Ianto, who took a small sip and smiled appreciatively before passing it back.
“Have you been swimming in the sea yet?” asked Button, making conversation.
“Not yet.” said Jack. “I remember what the sea around Cardiff used to be like – the chances of either of us swimming in it with anything less than a lead-lined wetsuit is pretty small.”
“The safe areas are cordoned off.” shrugged Button. “Anyway ... how are you settling in?”
“We’ve only been here two days, but I think it’s going to be brilliant.” said Ianto. “At least ... as brilliant as it would have been at the cottage ...”
Jack put an arm around him and squeezed his shoulder. “Not still sour about that are you?” he said with a smirk. “It was you who originally wanted to move here, don’t forget.”
“Shurrup. And let me have another taste of that wine.”
After they’d all drained their glasses, Jack and Ianto showed them around their new home. Ianto cooked them some dinner, they all drank more wine, and before long they were all (minus Ianto) quite tipsy and discussing politics.
“The thing about politicians ...” slurred Button. “Is that they’re ... out of touch. Too busy thinking about whether everyone likes them to get down to doing some real> good work ... take the war for example. If they’d just sat down with a cup of tea and some cakes and said sorry to each other, the whole thing would have blown over by now.”
“It’s not as simple as that anymore.” sighed Lennie. They were sat on the sofas, but the arm she had draped around Button’s neck seemed to be her only form of support. “What scares me most isn’t invasion – because that can’t happen – it’s ... it’s not knowing who’s going to be chosen to go next. And no-one comes back. We’ve already had fourteen operatives lost out there. And ... I ... it scares me. Who’s next?”
“Forced conscription.” sighed Jack. “At least I know Ianto's exempt.” he said, flashing a thankful smile in his direction.
“The rest of us aren’t.” said Button, bitterness seeping into his voice. “Even Lennie. If the computer picks out one of our names ... that’s it. Well ... maybe not for you, Jack. Maybe you’ll see the end of the war.”
“Ianto could hack into pretty much any computer system. He could remove a couple of names temporarily ...” suggested Jack.
“I’m not committing sabotage, Jack.”
“Temporary sabotage. For our friends.”
Ianto looked away. After spending years being programmed into a very rigid, black and white way of thinking – thinking in a way expected for a droid – breaking out of it would be difficult. The shades of grey were still difficult for him to discern, even after a year. It had been hard enough to persuade him to promote Lennie and Button, as well as inflating their pay cheques. He’d been dead set against it, but still eager to please Jack, he’d given in.
“Lennie has a lot of power now. Why don’t you go to the Galactic Senator for SOL:3 and put forward a pitch? See if we can’t swing the votes for a Peace Treaty to be drawn up?”
Button yawned loudly. Lennie set her glass down on the table. “If Button did the research, I bet we could get something together. Torchwood holds a lot of sway with senate at the moment. Anyways ... it’s getting late. We really should go.”
They got up, making their way the front door. Coats were donned, thanks exchanged and goodbyes said. As Jack and Ianto waved Button and Lennie off, Jack snaked arms around Ianto's waist and pulled him close.
“And ... we’re finally alone ...” he muttered in his ear.
Ianto keyed in the code to lock the front door, and it slid shut with a barely audible whisper. “Yeah. I guess.” he smirked. Jack pressed their bodies together, letting his tongue flick against the smooth skin of Ianto's neck.
“Shall we ... Christen the bed?”
“Again?”
“Yeah. Why not?”
Ianto was watching him sleep again. He could feel it. Opening one eye slightly, he could see him sure enough, resting his head on one hand and stroking his collarbone with the other. “Morning.” he smiled, realising Jack was awake.
Jack opened his eyes properly and kissed him. They broke apart, and Jack leaned over Ianto to press a button on the table on his side of the bed. The window turned from black opaque to transparent, showing the sun rising in a splash of pale yellows and oranges, bouncing off the sea and making the waves look golden. “Look at the view ...” breathed Ianto. “Okay ... you win. We really should stay here a bit longer.”
“Yeah. A bit.” agreed Jack, squeezing his arms around Ianto's middle and snuggling into his chest. Ianto's fingers laced through his hair and his other arm held Jack close. They cuddled for a while, but eventually they had to get up. Work called, and it wasn’t like either of them could really skive off and call in sick.
Ianto was carefully tying his tie – black and red striped, with a red shirt and plain black suit – when the pleasant scent of bacon wafted up from the kitchen. He pressed the intercom button on the wall by the walk-in closet. “Jack ... save a bit of bacon for me to have a taste, yeah?”
“Made you some especially.” came the reply. Ianto beamed at no one in particular, straightened his tie a final time and began his journey to the kitchen.
The house really, really was too big – but at least he and Jack could have their own space when they needed it. Thanks to modern technology, the place pretty much kept itself clean, which really was a god-send. No way was Jack doing housework, and Ianto knew it.
Jack was just squirting brown sauce onto two bacon sarnies as Ianto entered the kitchen; his mouth would have been watering if his aqua system was in anyway linked to his brain. Seeing that Jack had made two sandwiches, he eyed them dubiously. “I just want a taste of the bacon, Jack. You know I don’t want to eat.”
“I think it would be good for you to start eating. Get used to emptying the food out at the end of the night. Make it feel like a normal routine. People get uncomfortable and feel bad when you just taste things.”
“It’ll be disgusting.” Ianto tried to make the excuse.
“So’s scraping out a lasagne dish. C’mon! You know you want to.”
Ianto heaved a sigh, and picked up his plate with his bacon roll on. They went and sat at the breakfast table. “Eat up!” Jack encouraged, taking a massive bite of his own food.
Inhaling the scent, Ianto took a deep breath. He sank his porcelain teeth into the hot sandwich, felt the juices bursting onto his tongue and the flavours of bread and bacon and brown sauce setting his artificial senses into overdrive. Chewing slowly, he savoured the taste, enjoying how long he could keep it in his mouth, before he finally swallowed. Jack raised a pleasant but questioning eyebrow. “How was it?”
“Better than sex.” replied Ianto, taking a bigger bite whilst reaching for the brown sauce.
Jack didn’t know whether or not that was an insult to his sexual prowess or a compliment to his cooking. Either way ... he didn’t understand. What was better than sex with Captain Jack Harkness?
‘... sex with Ianto Jones, of course.’, he reminded himself. He couldn’t help but let himself grin as a drop of brown sauce strayed onto the pale skin of Ianto's chin.
‘Bored bored bored bored bored bored bored ...’
The word kept racing around Ianto's brain. It was a ridiculously quiet day at Torchwood 3 – not just in the Archives but throughout the Institute.
Lennie had been called away to the senate to give the pitch about Peace she’d considered doing two weeks ago at Jack and Ianto's housewarming. If they could call it that. Half of their friends had been called away on an emergency, leaving just Button and Lennie to make up numbers. Still. Mustn’t complain.
Ianto sucked away the piece of chocolate he’d been holding in his mouth, broke off another square and leaned back further in his office chair. His Archive Assistants were all lulling around the place, chatting or playing cards or chess. Ianto watched the progress of the games from afar until one particular topic of conversation caught his attention.
“... so they’re thinking maybe sending cyborgs to the front line. Apparently they’re harder to kill. It’s just the moral spin they need to get on it, what with Cyborgism technically being a disability ...”
“What was that?” Ianto said, crossing over to where the lads were talking.
“Just ... conscription stuff, sir.”
“They’re thinking about sending cyborgs? I thought they were to remain exempt.” Ianto sat cross-legged on the floor with them.
“Well ... er ... I heard ... my brother works for the Ministry of Defence, so ... yeah ... can’t tell no one I told you this ... but ... well, really they’re saying being a cyborg is an enhancement of the human condition. Those harder to kill should be on the front line.”
“Shit.” breathed Ianto.
“You ... er ... you know a cyborg, sir?” asked the younger of the lads.
Ianto nodded silently. “In a manner of speaking ... yes.” He bit his lip, reaching for the phone in his pocket and composing a quick message to Jack. He paused. “The conscription would still be random, right? Like ... they won’t bother assessing background or anything ... just ... just the same as with whole humans?”
The kid nodded. “I should think so, sir. Equality and that.”
“Yeah ...” Ianto sent his message. “I’ve got to go.” he said, rising to his feet and reading the message that he had just received. Walking briskly, Ianto headed for the cafeteria area.
Jack was already there waiting for him, his face sombre. They both knew that it was guaranteed that Jack would come back eventually should he be conscripted, but the odds were still not the same for Ianto. He would only have forever with Jack if he was careful.
Sitting opposite him, Ianto reached out to clasp his tensed hands. “It’ll be okay, Jack.” smiled Ianto. “It’ll all be fine.”
“You ... you have to hack the system. You’re still connected to the mainframe to some extent – you could use it to hack into the MoD and remove yourself from the list.”
“I can’t! That’s ... that’s immoral ...”
“You’re allowed to make your own decisions now, Ianto.”
“You’re trying to make this one for me.”
Jack averted his gaze. “Please, Ianto. Do it for me.”
FIN
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Date: 2009-08-09 02:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-09 02:22 am (UTC)Lol Jack.
Also how cruel it would be of life (and you!) to send Ianto off when he's just got back to himself!
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Date: 2009-08-09 02:55 am (UTC)....if i see any bunnys coming up to suggest Ianto getting Caught Hacking or him feeling immense emo guilt over hacking himself off the list..and there fore ends up in war any way...well put it this way...
Its gonna be a Fluffy free Easter in Newport. mwhahah
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Date: 2009-08-09 02:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-09 03:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-09 03:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-09 04:10 am (UTC)Eeep! Noo! Ianto can't go to war. He and Jack just found each other again!
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Date: 2009-08-09 04:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-09 06:43 am (UTC)But then I taugh if he did this, you would propably have him getting caugh, which could be worse, and he would fell sooo guilty...If we say no, there's still some chances his name won't be picked up, right?
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Date: 2009-08-09 07:01 am (UTC)I don't want Ianto to go to the front line so he COULD hack the system to remove his name and all would be well! But WOULD it really? What if they find out he hacked the system? What would his punishment be? :( Do they send him anyway? I don't want anything bad to happen to him at all.
Then you have him NOT hacking anything and he still might not go which would be wonderful but what if they DO pick his name! I'd be devastated and so would Jack, I'm sure! What to do?!
Decisions, decisions!
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Date: 2009-08-09 03:52 pm (UTC)As for the decision...I think everyone is going to disagree with me but I don't know if I see Ianto actually taking his name off the list. Not that I want you to send him to war but I just don't see it in Ianto's character for him to do it so I choose no. Maybe he tells Jack he did and doesn't go to war anyway? Please.
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Date: 2009-08-09 04:21 pm (UTC)See the Health Warnings (http://a-silver-story.livejournal.com/profile) for more details ;)
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Date: 2009-08-09 07:07 pm (UTC)Nevertheless - loved the fluff by the sea. Honestly - Ianto is a South Wales boy, he needs the sea! :D
Very interested to see how this poll turns out and what you do with the result!
Loved it! Minion is very happy and off to read the new IM chapter....
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Date: 2009-08-09 08:50 pm (UTC)Alright... I won't tell you which option I picked, but I just have to say (and this is probably just as good as saying it) that when I read it I got a weird image of Ianto being shipped off with a bunch of other cyborgs, and Jack stowing away on his 'drop ship' or whatever, so that he doesn't leave Ianto.
Then quite a few rather bloody images of Jack and Ianto fighting, mainly with swords, but that's my mind xD
Is there still time to enter the minion icontest? I haven't been able to get on for a few days :/
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