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Cos they give me ideas. Coffee shops are good too but that's another day :)
Day 2 of Absi-wri-mo
Title - Bedtime Story
Fandom - Torchwood
Characters - Jack, OMC. Mentions of others
Rating - PG
Disclaimer - Not mine. BBC and RTD own this one.
Jack looked at Gwen’s little boy, sitting in his bed, looking like a mini version of his father, waiting for Jack to tell him a story.
“Ok then. I’ll tell you another one. This one’s about.........time.”
“It used to be just a word. Over the millennia it had lost all meaning. It came and went, like everything else.”
“Until that night in the woods when I’d first laid eyes on him.”
He got up from the chair and went to the bedroom window.
“You would have loved him. Everybody did. So funny and kind and giving......and so beautiful.”
“He annoyed me at first, wouldn’t leave me alone. Kinda like your Mom when she thinks I’ve eaten the last cookie.” He heard a small laugh come from the bed.
“But......as time went on......we spent more and more of it together.......and it meant something again. Time with him was something to rejoice in and savour. Any chance we got we would be together. Didn’t matter what we did. As long as he was with me or near me, nothing mattered. The whole world could be collapsing around us and I wouldn’t care. There was one time it was.....” Jack stopped himself before he said to much. He’d promised Gwen and Rhys they wouldn’t mention those days in front of him.
“He made me feel glad to be alive and glad to be immortal. I had something to come back for. Someone.”
“He went from getting under my skin into my heart.”
“I loved him. So much. But I could never tell him. Not once. I’d always skirt round it. Find someway of distracting him. Lucky for me he was perceptive. I didn’t need to tell him but I wish every day now that I had.”
“Did he ever tell you?” Jack smiled for a brief moment. He forgot how inquisitive children could be.
Jack turned round “He did, actually. Just once.” He was powerless to stop the tears. “He told me as he lay in my arms just before he died.”
Seeing his ‘Uncle’ cry was something new.
“I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to make you cry.” He held out his arms to offer a hug which Jack quickly accepted before looking up at the clock.
“It’s about time you went to sleep. Mom and Dad will be back soon and if you’re not asleep.......let’s put it this way - you won’t be the only one who’s grounded”
Jack pulled the duvet up the bed and the young boy closed his eyes, lightly snoring within minutes.
Ensuring the boy was properly settled, Jack got up and had one last look at the sleeping boy.
“Sweet dreams, Ianto Williams.”
Day 2 of Absi-wri-mo
Title - Bedtime Story
Fandom - Torchwood
Characters - Jack, OMC. Mentions of others
Rating - PG
Disclaimer - Not mine. BBC and RTD own this one.
Jack looked at Gwen’s little boy, sitting in his bed, looking like a mini version of his father, waiting for Jack to tell him a story.
“Ok then. I’ll tell you another one. This one’s about.........time.”
“It used to be just a word. Over the millennia it had lost all meaning. It came and went, like everything else.”
“Until that night in the woods when I’d first laid eyes on him.”
He got up from the chair and went to the bedroom window.
“You would have loved him. Everybody did. So funny and kind and giving......and so beautiful.”
“He annoyed me at first, wouldn’t leave me alone. Kinda like your Mom when she thinks I’ve eaten the last cookie.” He heard a small laugh come from the bed.
“But......as time went on......we spent more and more of it together.......and it meant something again. Time with him was something to rejoice in and savour. Any chance we got we would be together. Didn’t matter what we did. As long as he was with me or near me, nothing mattered. The whole world could be collapsing around us and I wouldn’t care. There was one time it was.....” Jack stopped himself before he said to much. He’d promised Gwen and Rhys they wouldn’t mention those days in front of him.
“He made me feel glad to be alive and glad to be immortal. I had something to come back for. Someone.”
“He went from getting under my skin into my heart.”
“I loved him. So much. But I could never tell him. Not once. I’d always skirt round it. Find someway of distracting him. Lucky for me he was perceptive. I didn’t need to tell him but I wish every day now that I had.”
“Did he ever tell you?” Jack smiled for a brief moment. He forgot how inquisitive children could be.
Jack turned round “He did, actually. Just once.” He was powerless to stop the tears. “He told me as he lay in my arms just before he died.”
Seeing his ‘Uncle’ cry was something new.
“I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to make you cry.” He held out his arms to offer a hug which Jack quickly accepted before looking up at the clock.
“It’s about time you went to sleep. Mom and Dad will be back soon and if you’re not asleep.......let’s put it this way - you won’t be the only one who’s grounded”
Jack pulled the duvet up the bed and the young boy closed his eyes, lightly snoring within minutes.
Ensuring the boy was properly settled, Jack got up and had one last look at the sleeping boy.
“Sweet dreams, Ianto Williams.”