Fic: Together Again
Title: Together Again
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto, TARDIS.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: After some time apart, Jack and Ianto reunite to celebrate the first of two important anniversaries.
Word Count: 1221
Written For: Prompt 189 - Anniversary at fandomweekly.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters. They belong to the BBC.
A/N: Set in my Through Time and Space ‘Verse.
Somewhere in the vast expanses of their TARDIS, two men were busy making preparations. Despite living aboard the same sentient space and time ship much of the time, they’d been leading separate lives the last few months, coming and going as they pleased. Indeed, Jack had only recently returned having been away for several weeks in one of two small spaceships they owned.
He’d been working as a courier, transporting desperately needed medical supplies and personnel to a colony planet where a previously unknown plague had broken out. If not for him, the entire colony might have been wiped out, but the plague was now under control, the survivors well on their way to recovery, so he’d contacted the TARDIS to pick him up on a convenient nearby planet, where he could leave the ship until he needed it again.
He hadn’t seen Ianto yet, even though he’d been back on board for three days. The TARDIS herself had been helping them avoid each other, creating separate quarters for Jack, and steering the two men around each other as they went about their business, knowing the lack of contact would build anticipation in them. Reunions were always special occasions.
They hadn’t stopped loving each other, and hopefully never would, but they were immortal, and living together constantly for hundreds of years would be enough to put a strain on any relationship. That being the case, every few decades, or whenever they felt the need for solitude, they’d got into the habit of spending some time apart. Even when they were travelling together, they gave each other plenty of room to pursue their own interests; it kept their relationship fresh.
Whenever they met up again, they always had dozens of stories to tell of their adventures, the people they’d met, the crises they’d averted, and the sights they’d seen. They were never short of things to talk about.
Right now, however, an important date was approaching, or more accurately, two important dates. In two days’ time, it would be the one-thousandth anniversary of the day they’d found each other again, nearly two years after Ianto had died in Jack’s arms during the 456 incident back on earth. A little over a month after that, it would be the one-thousandth anniversary of their first wedding.
They’d been married many times since then, in all kinds of strange and wonderful ceremonies, on many different worlds, but after their second wedding they’d decided to have any future weddings on one of the two dates in the old earth calendar they’d already used. After all, how could a wedding anniversary be special if every day was a commemoration of one wedding or another? It would be tragic for their anniversaries to become commonplace events.
They celebrated each other’s birthdays too, even if only by means of a message or a phone call facilitated by the TARDIS, and if they happened to be together when December twenty-fifth rolled around, they liked to have a proper Christmas, with decorations, gifts, crackers, and plenty of mistletoe. Such events were always fun, but it was their wedding anniversaries and their reunion day that were the most important dates to them both, because they were celebrations of their togetherness.
The TARDIS always enjoyed herself on these occasions too, basking in the happiness of the two people with whom she shared an inextricable bond, and she assisted each man with his preparations, while keeping quiet about the other’s plans, no matter how much Jack pestered her for clues.
This year, Jack was in charge of their reunion celebrations, and Ianto was planning their wedding anniversary, having decided it would be fitting to spend it on Talla, where they’d first been wed in a traditional Tallan ceremony a thousand years earlier. The Tallan friends they’d made back then were, of course, long gone, but they still maintained a close relationship with the tribe they had been made honorary members of so long ago, and they made sure to visit at least every ten years, Tallan time.
The evening of their reunion found the TARDIS taking her favourite tree form on the bank of a shallow lake of crystal-clear water, near a cascading waterfall. It was a place Jack had discovered by chance some twenty years earlier when a minor but inconvenient fault in one of his ship’s engines had made it necessary for him to land and make repairs. The moment he’d seen it, he’d known that he wanted to take his husband there someday.
The planet was far out on the rim of known space and had yet to be colonised. Even though Jack had, at the time, been surveying uninhabited worlds for the Galactic Federation, he’d kept quiet about this one, not wanting to see it exploited for its resources and its natural beauty spoiled.
No sentient life had evolved there so far; the only inhabitants were several species of small marsupials, and some vaguely deer-like herd animals no larger than Shetland ponies.
Jack spread out a large, padded blanket with weighted edges, scattered cushions across it, and arranged food and drink on several sturdy low tables. Then he lit lanterns as the sun dipped low in the sky, and started soft music playing on a device he’d picked up during his recent travels. Only then did he ask the TARDIS to tell his husband he was ready.
Ianto stepped out of the TARDIS onto soft, yellow-green grass, and paused, taking in the view across the lake before turning to Jack. He smiled as he saw his husband had chosen to dress in the style he’d favoured so long ago on earth, complete with his greatcoat, despite the warmth of the evening.
“Hello, Jack. Great minds think alike.” His smile widened as he gestured at his own familiar attire, a charcoal grey three-piece suit with a faint pinstripe over a deep red shirt and a black and red striped tie.
“Just proves how in tune with each other we are.” Jack beamed back at him. “You look good enough to eat.”
“I should hope so, you always did love the suits.”
“Not as much as I love the man who wears them so well. And you love this coat.”
“You’ve always made it look good.” Ianto made his way over to his husband. “This is wonderful, you’ve outdone yourself.”
Jack shrugged. “Not that I had to do much; the planet did most of the work.”
The sun was just reaching the horizon, the sky turning peach, gold, lavender and turquoise.
“It is a beautiful setting,” Ianto agreed.
“Nothing but the best for my husband. I’ve missed you while I’ve been away.”
“I would have thought you’d been too busy even to notice.” The twinkle in Ianto’s eyes showed he was only teasing.
“Never. I’ve spent every spare moment planning for tonight; I wanted to make it as special as you are, you deserve nothing less than the best. Happy Thousandth Reunion Day, Ianto.”
“Happy Thousandth Reunion Day, Jack. Are you just going to stand there grinning, or are you going to kiss me?”
“What a question!” Jack swept Ianto into his arms, twirled him around, and leaned in close.
As they kissed, a magnificent aurora lit up the sky, but they barely noticed; they were in a world of their own.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto, TARDIS.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: After some time apart, Jack and Ianto reunite to celebrate the first of two important anniversaries.
Word Count: 1221
Written For: Prompt 189 - Anniversary at fandomweekly.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters. They belong to the BBC.
A/N: Set in my Through Time and Space ‘Verse.
Somewhere in the vast expanses of their TARDIS, two men were busy making preparations. Despite living aboard the same sentient space and time ship much of the time, they’d been leading separate lives the last few months, coming and going as they pleased. Indeed, Jack had only recently returned having been away for several weeks in one of two small spaceships they owned.
He’d been working as a courier, transporting desperately needed medical supplies and personnel to a colony planet where a previously unknown plague had broken out. If not for him, the entire colony might have been wiped out, but the plague was now under control, the survivors well on their way to recovery, so he’d contacted the TARDIS to pick him up on a convenient nearby planet, where he could leave the ship until he needed it again.
He hadn’t seen Ianto yet, even though he’d been back on board for three days. The TARDIS herself had been helping them avoid each other, creating separate quarters for Jack, and steering the two men around each other as they went about their business, knowing the lack of contact would build anticipation in them. Reunions were always special occasions.
They hadn’t stopped loving each other, and hopefully never would, but they were immortal, and living together constantly for hundreds of years would be enough to put a strain on any relationship. That being the case, every few decades, or whenever they felt the need for solitude, they’d got into the habit of spending some time apart. Even when they were travelling together, they gave each other plenty of room to pursue their own interests; it kept their relationship fresh.
Whenever they met up again, they always had dozens of stories to tell of their adventures, the people they’d met, the crises they’d averted, and the sights they’d seen. They were never short of things to talk about.
Right now, however, an important date was approaching, or more accurately, two important dates. In two days’ time, it would be the one-thousandth anniversary of the day they’d found each other again, nearly two years after Ianto had died in Jack’s arms during the 456 incident back on earth. A little over a month after that, it would be the one-thousandth anniversary of their first wedding.
They’d been married many times since then, in all kinds of strange and wonderful ceremonies, on many different worlds, but after their second wedding they’d decided to have any future weddings on one of the two dates in the old earth calendar they’d already used. After all, how could a wedding anniversary be special if every day was a commemoration of one wedding or another? It would be tragic for their anniversaries to become commonplace events.
They celebrated each other’s birthdays too, even if only by means of a message or a phone call facilitated by the TARDIS, and if they happened to be together when December twenty-fifth rolled around, they liked to have a proper Christmas, with decorations, gifts, crackers, and plenty of mistletoe. Such events were always fun, but it was their wedding anniversaries and their reunion day that were the most important dates to them both, because they were celebrations of their togetherness.
The TARDIS always enjoyed herself on these occasions too, basking in the happiness of the two people with whom she shared an inextricable bond, and she assisted each man with his preparations, while keeping quiet about the other’s plans, no matter how much Jack pestered her for clues.
This year, Jack was in charge of their reunion celebrations, and Ianto was planning their wedding anniversary, having decided it would be fitting to spend it on Talla, where they’d first been wed in a traditional Tallan ceremony a thousand years earlier. The Tallan friends they’d made back then were, of course, long gone, but they still maintained a close relationship with the tribe they had been made honorary members of so long ago, and they made sure to visit at least every ten years, Tallan time.
The evening of their reunion found the TARDIS taking her favourite tree form on the bank of a shallow lake of crystal-clear water, near a cascading waterfall. It was a place Jack had discovered by chance some twenty years earlier when a minor but inconvenient fault in one of his ship’s engines had made it necessary for him to land and make repairs. The moment he’d seen it, he’d known that he wanted to take his husband there someday.
The planet was far out on the rim of known space and had yet to be colonised. Even though Jack had, at the time, been surveying uninhabited worlds for the Galactic Federation, he’d kept quiet about this one, not wanting to see it exploited for its resources and its natural beauty spoiled.
No sentient life had evolved there so far; the only inhabitants were several species of small marsupials, and some vaguely deer-like herd animals no larger than Shetland ponies.
Jack spread out a large, padded blanket with weighted edges, scattered cushions across it, and arranged food and drink on several sturdy low tables. Then he lit lanterns as the sun dipped low in the sky, and started soft music playing on a device he’d picked up during his recent travels. Only then did he ask the TARDIS to tell his husband he was ready.
Ianto stepped out of the TARDIS onto soft, yellow-green grass, and paused, taking in the view across the lake before turning to Jack. He smiled as he saw his husband had chosen to dress in the style he’d favoured so long ago on earth, complete with his greatcoat, despite the warmth of the evening.
“Hello, Jack. Great minds think alike.” His smile widened as he gestured at his own familiar attire, a charcoal grey three-piece suit with a faint pinstripe over a deep red shirt and a black and red striped tie.
“Just proves how in tune with each other we are.” Jack beamed back at him. “You look good enough to eat.”
“I should hope so, you always did love the suits.”
“Not as much as I love the man who wears them so well. And you love this coat.”
“You’ve always made it look good.” Ianto made his way over to his husband. “This is wonderful, you’ve outdone yourself.”
Jack shrugged. “Not that I had to do much; the planet did most of the work.”
The sun was just reaching the horizon, the sky turning peach, gold, lavender and turquoise.
“It is a beautiful setting,” Ianto agreed.
“Nothing but the best for my husband. I’ve missed you while I’ve been away.”
“I would have thought you’d been too busy even to notice.” The twinkle in Ianto’s eyes showed he was only teasing.
“Never. I’ve spent every spare moment planning for tonight; I wanted to make it as special as you are, you deserve nothing less than the best. Happy Thousandth Reunion Day, Ianto.”
“Happy Thousandth Reunion Day, Jack. Are you just going to stand there grinning, or are you going to kiss me?”
“What a question!” Jack swept Ianto into his arms, twirled him around, and leaned in close.
As they kissed, a magnificent aurora lit up the sky, but they barely noticed; they were in a world of their own.
The End