CHARACTERS: Ianto Jones and Jack Harkness
LOCATION: Somewhere in the passenger quarters
WARNINGS: Angst, possible progression into NC-17 territory.
SUMMARY: Jack and Ianto run into each other in the passenger quarters just after everyone arrives.
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Ianto missed his suit already )
But none of that mattered. Somehow, against all the odds, here he was, warm and solid in Jack's arms. And part of him never wanted to let go again, as ridiculous as it sounded. Maybe if he didn't let go, he could keep him there forever... "You're here," Jack echoed, after Ianto had murmured it to him several times already, and only then did he finally allow himself to just let go of all of the pain and guilt he'd been carrying with him, letting it build up for months now. "You're here..."
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He'd never seen Jack like this before. Not even when Tosh and Owen had died had Jack fallen apart so completely. They'd both cried together, embracing in the dark, showing a depth of vulnerability others wouldn't see. But not like this. In some corner of his heart, Ianto found himself touched deeply by the display, but more than that, he was horrified. Of course Ianto wished to be missed when he passed, but not like this. Not with this broken desperation. He never, ever wanted Jack to go through this, and he would do everything he could to fix it now.
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After he got himself together a little bit, the tears were still rolling down his cheeks, but he turned his head and pressed a kiss against Ianto's hair. Nothing passionate or overly romantic like one might expect from a personality like Jack. Just a small, sweet kiss, his lips pressed against the side of Ianto's head as he held him tight, unaware of the rocking that Ianto was doing except that it was soothing to him. "...I missed you," he said, after a long, long moment, his voice still pretty raw with emotions but he was trying, and well. For Jack, even admitting that much was saying something.
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"I'm not going anywhere," he said again, with conviction. If Ianto Jones had anything to say about it, he wouldn't be leaving Jack Harkness again until his youth was spent and his body was too frail to support life. If this is what his death did to Jack, he would do everything he could to avoid it.
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He ran his hand through Ianto's hair, moving to cup his cheek once more when he had. "Look at you," he said, a soft smile spreading itself across his face. It was a sight that he didn't think he'd even get to see again, and there he was. Standing in front of him in a jumpsuit that looked...well, pretty hot on him, if Jack let his mind go there.
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"Hey," he replied quietly when Jack pulled back, smiling as if to say, yes, look at me, I'm here and I'm alive and it's all okay now. He brushed his hands over the jumpsuit Jack was wearing, absently fiddling with the collar. There was no denying it was an attractive fit -- though Jack would look attractive in a potato sack -- but he was a little perturbed at the lack of greatcoat and braces. And after he'd gone through so much trouble to find a new one. But that was a small matter, miniscule in comparison to his sudden need to find somewhere private he and Jack could hole up in.
"You think they have rooms in this place? I'm still a little groggy." Ianto had quickly discovered he was not a fan of medical stasis.
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"Let's go check it out, alright? I'm sure we'll find somewhere." Jack wouldn't mind lying down with Ianto. He wasn't sure that he'd be sleeping if he did, but he definitely wouldn't mind lying down with him and just enjoying his presence there with him. Something he'd taken for granted before then.
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The lifts weren't far, just a hundred feet or so in the direction Ianto had come from, and inside were different buttons, one of which was blue. According to the 'cell phone,' the passenger quarters were the blue one, so he pressed it and spent the elevator ride much as he spent the walk -- quietly staying close to Jack, never losing physical contact. He needed it as much as Jack did, and he knew sooner or later, he'd have to deal with his death and inexplicable resurrection. He could feel it creeping up on him, and only his continued disorientation kept it at bay.
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As the lift brought them up to the right floor, presumably to dump them out in some sort of hallway lined with passenger quarters - it seemed like the sort of place to have an area like that, considering how huge it was - Jack shifted to lean against Ianto, touching more just for the sake of contact. "You alright?" he asked, knowing that it was a loaded question, but figuring he should ask it nonetheless. Ianto had mentioned that he was groggy, after all, and the motion of the lift probably wasn't doing anything to help that.
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"Nothing to worry over," he assured. "But if it's all the same, I'd like to avoid any future adventures in stasis chambers." The grogginess, memory loss, sore throat, and lack of coordination were only topped off by having had to walk about in his shorts covered in goo. At least that part was over. The other symptoms were all fading slowly but surely, and the trip in the lift was made tolerable by Jack's solid weight against him, keeping him from any possible vertigo or motion sickness.
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"Hey, you know what. If we find these passenger quarters they were talking about, there's a chance that we might be able to find some sort of a bath or shower as well. If you're interested, that is." Might make Ianto feel better, if nothing else. Granted, if it was public, he doubted that they'd be getting up to much other than washing off.
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The door to the lift slid open, and Ianto stepped out with Jack at his side, a long hallway going in either direction. Apparently this was floor "00" and all the doors appeared to be numbered. With a little start, the pieces slid into place for Ianto. Letting go of Jack's hand long enough to pull up his sleeve, he displayed the number on his arm. 007.
"Do you have one of these?" he asked, looking at Jack a little anxiously. He really didn't like the tattoo, or what it possibly implied.
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"Yeah," he said, answering Ianto. "Yeah, I... I do."
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He shivered and his thoughts shied away from the subject. It was no use thinking about tit now. He'd just lose his composure completely. Hoping to pass it off as a chill, he took Jack's hand again.
"They were our locker numbers, so it stands to reason they must be our room numbers too." Glancing around at the doors in their immediate area, it seems as if the lift had brought them up somewhere in the middle, so that the lowest numbers were on one end of the hallway, and the highest on the other. There was also a plaque on the wall that pointed the way to various communal areas, including a communal shower. Taking a moment to read all the options, Ianto had to count himself impressed.
"They have kitchens and gardens, even a media library," he pointed out. But it was the showers that currently held his interest.
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