Learning to Live Again - Part 2 - fic
Learning to Live Again - Part 2
Pairing: Jack Harkness/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: Torchwood/CSI Miami
Rating: Gen
Ryan stood leaning overt the railing; looking out over Cardiff Bay. The sea here was so different from Miami. At home it was shining blue, pretty, picture perfect, like so many of the residents. Here it was steel grey, the sea was filled with raw power, even here in the harbour.
He had gotten here 15mins before the time they had arranged to meet up. The OCD sufferer inside him feared the idea of being late for any meeting.
“Ryan,” he turned hearing the distinctive yell behind him. Leaning back against the railings, he couldn’t help but smile.
Jack had a big grin on his face. Striding towards him across the square, all shining teeth; ruffled hair, long coat billowing out behind him. Ryan thought that he looked like some kind of archaic superhero.
Thus began a week filled with a childish excitement that Ryan hadn’t felt in years. They visited museums, galleries, restaurants, clubs. Jack seemed to know every hidden part of the city.
Occasionally they were interrupted by phone calls to Jack, which he couldn’t avoid taking.
One of those times Ryan did his best to make himself unobtrusive, but couldn’t help hearing Jack having an argument with someone called Owen. Finally he’d insisted on talking to a person called Ianto, to who Jack had said
“If he doesn’t shut up throw him in the cells, and you can tell the little shit I told you that,” he shut his phone.
Jack turned to him, smiling
“Sorry, staff problems.”
Another time when they had arranged to meet, Jack had been dropped off from a big shiny black SUV, with flashing blue lights around the windows. Ryan read faint letters spelling out TORCHWOOD on the side of the bonnet.
“So is Torchwood the place you work then,” he asked.
He noticed a pause before Jack replied; saying that it was.
The middle Saturday before the start of Ryan’s last week, the two men had spent the afternoon at the Chapter Arts Centre gallery.
Ryan was sitting quietly looking at a piece of modern sculpture. Jack sat silently beside him.
He young CSI had been surprised had how much he had enjoyed spending time with this enigmatic man. He had discovered that when you were with Jack Harkness, all his attention would be focused on you. At times it was an overwhelming feeling. Particularly since Ryan had soon realised that the initial attraction he had felt to the man would not be disappearing.
After much soul searching one evening back in his hotel room, he had decided to simply go with it, and enjoy himself for once. He was fairly certain that Jack had picked up on it soon after their first meeting.
Earlier in the week he had made a comment to Ryan about looking at the view rather than him. The leer and innuendo that accompanied the comment had made the young man blush scarlet. Nothing further had been said that time, although there had been similar occurrences during the week.
“Would you like to come to dinner tonight. I’ll cook”
Ryan turned in surprise.
“You cook?”
“As often as I can, I’ve never had any complaints.” Jack grinned.
“This means I’d be coming to your home?”
Jack cocked his head, and looked at the young man.
“That a problem?”
Ryan smiled faintly. Not in the slightest, he thought to himself.
“No, I look forward to it.”
They head out of the gallery, out on to the busy streets of Cardiff. Both lost in their own thoughts. Ryan realised though, that it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, but one of companionship.
He stole a look, from under his eyelashes. Jack looked straight back at him, with a look that bordered on coy. Ryan smiled.
Jack walked the other man back to his hotel. As they stood in the foyer he handed Ryan a plain white business card. An apartment address and a mobile phone number were written on it, in beautiful black copperplate script.
“I’ll see you at 7.30.” he smirked, and turned, walking out of the tall glass doors.
“Jack.” He called, without even knowing what he wanted to say.
“Thanks, I’ll see you later.” Jack smiled, once again, as if he’d known what was going through Ryan’s head when he called out to him.
At 7.15 Ryan got a call from the lobby to tell him that the taxi he’d ordered was waiting.
Damn he thought to himself. Disliking the feelings of apprehension that were flooding through him. He was also sad at the though that, whatever did or did not happen between him and Jack, he would be heading back to Miami at the end of the week.
At that moment he re-confirmed to himself, his decision to make the most of Jack Harkness. He gave what other’s would have considered a very uncharacteristic giggle, at that last thought.
Gathering up his wallet, phone and jacket, he headed down to the taxi.
The journey didn’t take long, the driver stopped at the address Ryan had given him. He got out and paid, then turned and stared at the massive white and glass building in front of him. Impressive even by the standards he was used to in Miami.
He looked at the writing on the card in his hand. Flat 522, Altolusso Building, Bute Terrace.
Ryan walked through the doors, a smartly dressed concierge showed him to the lift and told him how to find Jack’s flat.
The lift ride was noiseless, and the artfully lit corridor, empty.
He stood for a few seconds outside the door, looking at the curved shining figures 522. Heart in his mouth he knocked.
Places mentioned in this fic
Chapter Art Centre
http://www.chapter.org/gallery/index.html
Altolusso Building
http://www.skyscrapernews.com/buildings.php?id=644
Pairing: Jack Harkness/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: Torchwood/CSI Miami
Rating: Gen
Ryan stood leaning overt the railing; looking out over Cardiff Bay. The sea here was so different from Miami. At home it was shining blue, pretty, picture perfect, like so many of the residents. Here it was steel grey, the sea was filled with raw power, even here in the harbour.
He had gotten here 15mins before the time they had arranged to meet up. The OCD sufferer inside him feared the idea of being late for any meeting.
“Ryan,” he turned hearing the distinctive yell behind him. Leaning back against the railings, he couldn’t help but smile.
Jack had a big grin on his face. Striding towards him across the square, all shining teeth; ruffled hair, long coat billowing out behind him. Ryan thought that he looked like some kind of archaic superhero.
Thus began a week filled with a childish excitement that Ryan hadn’t felt in years. They visited museums, galleries, restaurants, clubs. Jack seemed to know every hidden part of the city.
Occasionally they were interrupted by phone calls to Jack, which he couldn’t avoid taking.
One of those times Ryan did his best to make himself unobtrusive, but couldn’t help hearing Jack having an argument with someone called Owen. Finally he’d insisted on talking to a person called Ianto, to who Jack had said
“If he doesn’t shut up throw him in the cells, and you can tell the little shit I told you that,” he shut his phone.
Jack turned to him, smiling
“Sorry, staff problems.”
Another time when they had arranged to meet, Jack had been dropped off from a big shiny black SUV, with flashing blue lights around the windows. Ryan read faint letters spelling out TORCHWOOD on the side of the bonnet.
“So is Torchwood the place you work then,” he asked.
He noticed a pause before Jack replied; saying that it was.
The middle Saturday before the start of Ryan’s last week, the two men had spent the afternoon at the Chapter Arts Centre gallery.
Ryan was sitting quietly looking at a piece of modern sculpture. Jack sat silently beside him.
He young CSI had been surprised had how much he had enjoyed spending time with this enigmatic man. He had discovered that when you were with Jack Harkness, all his attention would be focused on you. At times it was an overwhelming feeling. Particularly since Ryan had soon realised that the initial attraction he had felt to the man would not be disappearing.
After much soul searching one evening back in his hotel room, he had decided to simply go with it, and enjoy himself for once. He was fairly certain that Jack had picked up on it soon after their first meeting.
Earlier in the week he had made a comment to Ryan about looking at the view rather than him. The leer and innuendo that accompanied the comment had made the young man blush scarlet. Nothing further had been said that time, although there had been similar occurrences during the week.
“Would you like to come to dinner tonight. I’ll cook”
Ryan turned in surprise.
“You cook?”
“As often as I can, I’ve never had any complaints.” Jack grinned.
“This means I’d be coming to your home?”
Jack cocked his head, and looked at the young man.
“That a problem?”
Ryan smiled faintly. Not in the slightest, he thought to himself.
“No, I look forward to it.”
They head out of the gallery, out on to the busy streets of Cardiff. Both lost in their own thoughts. Ryan realised though, that it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, but one of companionship.
He stole a look, from under his eyelashes. Jack looked straight back at him, with a look that bordered on coy. Ryan smiled.
Jack walked the other man back to his hotel. As they stood in the foyer he handed Ryan a plain white business card. An apartment address and a mobile phone number were written on it, in beautiful black copperplate script.
“I’ll see you at 7.30.” he smirked, and turned, walking out of the tall glass doors.
“Jack.” He called, without even knowing what he wanted to say.
“Thanks, I’ll see you later.” Jack smiled, once again, as if he’d known what was going through Ryan’s head when he called out to him.
At 7.15 Ryan got a call from the lobby to tell him that the taxi he’d ordered was waiting.
Damn he thought to himself. Disliking the feelings of apprehension that were flooding through him. He was also sad at the though that, whatever did or did not happen between him and Jack, he would be heading back to Miami at the end of the week.
At that moment he re-confirmed to himself, his decision to make the most of Jack Harkness. He gave what other’s would have considered a very uncharacteristic giggle, at that last thought.
Gathering up his wallet, phone and jacket, he headed down to the taxi.
The journey didn’t take long, the driver stopped at the address Ryan had given him. He got out and paid, then turned and stared at the massive white and glass building in front of him. Impressive even by the standards he was used to in Miami.
He looked at the writing on the card in his hand. Flat 522, Altolusso Building, Bute Terrace.
Ryan walked through the doors, a smartly dressed concierge showed him to the lift and told him how to find Jack’s flat.
The lift ride was noiseless, and the artfully lit corridor, empty.
He stood for a few seconds outside the door, looking at the curved shining figures 522. Heart in his mouth he knocked.
Places mentioned in this fic
Chapter Art Centre
http://www.chapter.org/gallery/index.html
Altolusso Building
http://www.skyscrapernews.com/buildings.php?id=644