Another Life by a_silver_story | Part 06
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a_silver_storyTitle: Another Life
Chapter: 06 | ??
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
AL VI
Jack lay awake, thinking.
It was past lunchtime, and even though Ianto had crept into his room that morning and slipped into bed beside him, staying with him until the alarm went off and trying unsuccessfully to get him out of bed, he refused to leave.
Curling over onto his side, he tried to get his head straight.
He couldn’t deny that he cared about Ianto's welfare. He could, however, lie to himself and say he didn’t care about Ianto. A little over a month Jack had known him, and already he was scared. He knew that nothing could happen ... but sometimes, the regret was painful enough, even if it didn’t reach so deep as his heart.
Ianto knew parts of him so well, it frightened him. He wondered what he and Ianto had been like all that time ago, and how he would have dealt with the sudden loss of ... what had they been? Ianto hadn’t really said.
Rolling over, Jack reached into the bedside table where he kept the galaxy that had been his only constant for longer than he could remember. He gently traced his finger over Ianto's name etched into the top messily, and sighed as he stared into the depths of the stone. A lot of the stars seemed to glow red, and the tiny specks of planets were scarlet in colour. A red galaxy, he thought. Ianto would look so good in red ...
Stretching, Jack tore his eyes from the pendant and reached for his intercom.
“Ianto?”
“Yessir?” answered Ianto's voice, crackling through the speaker. The reception was pretty bad, as Ianto's end of the communication device was actually an earpiece, so the Captain could contact him whenever he wanted. Jack decided to think of it as 'efficient' rather than 'clingy', or 'keeping tabs'.
“Where are you?” he asked.
“Checking the floors for the lifts, sir. Making sure we’ll definitely be able to install them. Then I can get an architect to double check.”
“Oh – when will you be finished?”
“Well, I started at the top and worked my way down. Soon-ish, I should hope.”
“Are you coming back to bed after?”
“If that’s what you need, sir.” – Jack could hear the smirk in his voice – “I’ve only got the ground floor and the basement to do anyway.”
“Good, good. See you in ... ten?”
“Twenty minutes at the most, sir.”
“Fine, fine. I’m right where you left me.”
“I thought you might be, sir.”
“Byeee.”
“Buh bye.”
Jack broke the link and lay back in bed, planning what he would do with Ianto when he came back. He hadn’t actually topped Ianto yet, and was fairly certain that Ianto was waiting for him to take the lead and do it of his own initiative. So far, Jack had been a happy bottom, not having allowed anyone to have him that way for so long, but he was craving being inside Ianto, and couldn’t wait to ... explore him.
Suddenly, the Captain sat bolt upright.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, nonononononononononoNO! a voice in his head was yelling.
Ianto can’t go into the basement!
Panicking, Jack leapt out from under the sheets and started tugging on whatever clothes he could find, still half undressed as he began to hurtle down the stairs towards the basement. Only the highest clearance could get in there, and Ianto – via the key Jack had authorised for him to get into Jack’s office and quarters – had it.
There was a chance Jack could get there in time. How long had he procrastinated? Had he given Ianto enough to chance to assess the ground floor? Had he nearly completed his work there, and had been about to go downstairs when Jack broke the connection? Jack was already pretty certain of how he would distract Ianto from going any further – if he hadn’t got there already – but a sinking feeling in his stomach as he approached the ground floor area where Ianto had suggested the lift bank (why hadn’t he thought the lifts would go to the basement when Ianto had pointed out the blueprints?) and found it pretty much empty apart from a tank of fish.
“Hey!” he called to the fish.
“Afternoon Captain!” they chorused.
“Afternoon – have any of you guys seen a cute Welshman in a suit going down to the basement?”
A collection of fins were raised into the air, indicating they had all seen Ianto descend the stairs to the lowest level.
“He had clearance.” a blue fish in a bowler hat assured him.
“I know ...” sighed Jack, turning to the stairs. “Thanks, guys.”
The security doors at the top of the steps opened for him, and the Captain hurried down them into the damp, stone-walled cavity that was the basement. He stopped just behind the second door, leading to the main basement room.
He could hear crying.
Taking a deep breath, he touched the door handle and waited for the deadlocks to slide back to his touch, and pushed open the door.
The tears weren’t Ianto's.
¬_¬ My mam bought me a Clone Wars advent calendar. I haven't even seen Clone Wars.
I haven't even seen Revenge of the Sith.
I wish for George Lucas to disappoint me in the order he intended.
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Chapter: 06 | ??
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
AL VI
Jack lay awake, thinking.
It was past lunchtime, and even though Ianto had crept into his room that morning and slipped into bed beside him, staying with him until the alarm went off and trying unsuccessfully to get him out of bed, he refused to leave.
Curling over onto his side, he tried to get his head straight.
He couldn’t deny that he cared about Ianto's welfare. He could, however, lie to himself and say he didn’t care about Ianto. A little over a month Jack had known him, and already he was scared. He knew that nothing could happen ... but sometimes, the regret was painful enough, even if it didn’t reach so deep as his heart.
Ianto knew parts of him so well, it frightened him. He wondered what he and Ianto had been like all that time ago, and how he would have dealt with the sudden loss of ... what had they been? Ianto hadn’t really said.
Rolling over, Jack reached into the bedside table where he kept the galaxy that had been his only constant for longer than he could remember. He gently traced his finger over Ianto's name etched into the top messily, and sighed as he stared into the depths of the stone. A lot of the stars seemed to glow red, and the tiny specks of planets were scarlet in colour. A red galaxy, he thought. Ianto would look so good in red ...
Stretching, Jack tore his eyes from the pendant and reached for his intercom.
“Ianto?”
“Yessir?” answered Ianto's voice, crackling through the speaker. The reception was pretty bad, as Ianto's end of the communication device was actually an earpiece, so the Captain could contact him whenever he wanted. Jack decided to think of it as 'efficient' rather than 'clingy', or 'keeping tabs'.
“Where are you?” he asked.
“Checking the floors for the lifts, sir. Making sure we’ll definitely be able to install them. Then I can get an architect to double check.”
“Oh – when will you be finished?”
“Well, I started at the top and worked my way down. Soon-ish, I should hope.”
“Are you coming back to bed after?”
“If that’s what you need, sir.” – Jack could hear the smirk in his voice – “I’ve only got the ground floor and the basement to do anyway.”
“Good, good. See you in ... ten?”
“Twenty minutes at the most, sir.”
“Fine, fine. I’m right where you left me.”
“I thought you might be, sir.”
“Byeee.”
“Buh bye.”
Jack broke the link and lay back in bed, planning what he would do with Ianto when he came back. He hadn’t actually topped Ianto yet, and was fairly certain that Ianto was waiting for him to take the lead and do it of his own initiative. So far, Jack had been a happy bottom, not having allowed anyone to have him that way for so long, but he was craving being inside Ianto, and couldn’t wait to ... explore him.
Suddenly, the Captain sat bolt upright.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, nonononononononononoNO! a voice in his head was yelling.
Ianto can’t go into the basement!
Panicking, Jack leapt out from under the sheets and started tugging on whatever clothes he could find, still half undressed as he began to hurtle down the stairs towards the basement. Only the highest clearance could get in there, and Ianto – via the key Jack had authorised for him to get into Jack’s office and quarters – had it.
There was a chance Jack could get there in time. How long had he procrastinated? Had he given Ianto enough to chance to assess the ground floor? Had he nearly completed his work there, and had been about to go downstairs when Jack broke the connection? Jack was already pretty certain of how he would distract Ianto from going any further – if he hadn’t got there already – but a sinking feeling in his stomach as he approached the ground floor area where Ianto had suggested the lift bank (why hadn’t he thought the lifts would go to the basement when Ianto had pointed out the blueprints?) and found it pretty much empty apart from a tank of fish.
“Hey!” he called to the fish.
“Afternoon Captain!” they chorused.
“Afternoon – have any of you guys seen a cute Welshman in a suit going down to the basement?”
A collection of fins were raised into the air, indicating they had all seen Ianto descend the stairs to the lowest level.
“He had clearance.” a blue fish in a bowler hat assured him.
“I know ...” sighed Jack, turning to the stairs. “Thanks, guys.”
The security doors at the top of the steps opened for him, and the Captain hurried down them into the damp, stone-walled cavity that was the basement. He stopped just behind the second door, leading to the main basement room.
He could hear crying.
Taking a deep breath, he touched the door handle and waited for the deadlocks to slide back to his touch, and pushed open the door.
The tears weren’t Ianto's.
¬_¬ My mam bought me a Clone Wars advent calendar. I haven't even seen Clone Wars.
I haven't even seen Revenge of the Sith.
I wish for George Lucas to disappoint me in the order he intended.
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