Fic- His Captain and His Angel 21/22
Title: His Captain and His Angel 21/22
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Ianto/John
Rating: Adult
Spoilers: Mild for COE (background information)
Summary: Captain John Hart always gets what he wants.
Disclaimers: I own nothing.
Notes: This is the third in the series of stories about Ianto’s past. It follows Blue Moon’s Child and The Lost Son. I’ll be posting this once a day until it is finished. Special thanks go to czarina_kitty for being such a wonderful Beta. Also thanks to rowanheart24 for helping me brainstorm the original idea. Comments please!
Jack watched Ianto as he slowly approached his mam. Jack didn’t know why Ianto had never talked about his mam. He knew from his file that she was still alive and that Ianto was listed as her next of kin.
So many times, when Ianto had asked for a couple of hours leave when things were quiet, Jack had wanted to ask him, wanted Ianto to tell him why, though Jack already knew. But Ianto wouldn’t talk about it.
He watched as Ianto knelt down beside his mam and put his head on her lap. He was certain he could see a faint haze of blue round them.
* * *
Ianto walked blindly, thoughts tumbling round his head. Memories were fighting for dominance in his mind. He remembered being with John, submitting to John, allowing John to punish him. He remembered Jack, talking to him gently, treating him with kindness. He remembered gazing up at Jack in adoration. He remembered Jack lifting him into his arms and taking him home to his da.
It was too confusing. It made his head hurt. He remembered Jack squeezing his shoulder and calling him soldier as a kid.
But…Jack hadn’t know him then. It was impossible.
He looked up. He was reaching Newport. He pressed on. He wanted to see his da.
* * *
Ianto knelt down beside his mam. “Mam? I’ve come to see you.”
His mam reached out and touched his hair. “My poor little boy. Such sad eyes. Can’t you sleep, my darling? I shall sing you a lullaby.”
He lay his head in her lap and closed his eyes. She stroked his hair with soft, soothing strokes and began to sing.
Huna blentyn yn fy mynwes
Clyd a chynnes ydyw hon;
Breichiau mam sy'n dynn amdanat,
Cariad mam sy dan fy mron.
Ianto listened as she sang the same verse over and over again, stroking his hair and holding him close. He mouthed the words in English along with her. He knew them so well.
Sleep my baby, at my breast,
’Tis a mother’s arms round you.
Make yourself a snug, warm nest.
Feel my love forever new.
He frowned. Usually when he heard the song or thought of it, he just felt safe. Now, there was something else, some other thought nagging at him. The man in the blue coat. The Captain, his Captain. Jack.
* * *
Ianto reached his front door. He’d not been to this house in five years, not since the day he’d left for London. And now…now he was getting a second chance. He’d messed everything up before and he’d spent five years wanting to fix it and being unable. Now was the time.
He knocked on the door. There was no answer. He went to the plant pot at the corner of the house, dug in the soil and found the key. He let himself in.
The hall was in darkness. His heart hammering, Ianto made his way into the living room. His da was there, sitting on the floor by the window, clutching his chest and breathing hard.
Ianto dropped down beside him. “Da,” he breathed. It had been too long. “There’s an ambulance coming.” He wished he was telling the truth but…he couldn’t change this. He couldn’t make his da live.
His da struggled for breath. “Ianto, I thought you…weren’t coming…back.”
“Da, I’m sorry, for everything. I’m so sorry. I messed up so much. What happened to Mam, that…that was all my fault.”
Da reached out and grasped his hand tightly. “No, it wasn’t … It … just … happened. You’re a … good … lad. I … messed up … being your … da.”
Ianto sat down so his da could see his face. “We both messed up but it doesn’t matter, Da. It’s not important.”
His da looked at him at frowned. “You…you look different.” He reached out and touched Ianto’s face. “Older.” He took in the suit. “Sharper.”
Ianto grinned. “Yeah. You’re not going to believe me but…I’m from the future. Five years and Da…I’m okay. Honestly, Da, I’ve got a good job, a…partner and I’m okay.”
“That…Jack…”
Ianto blinked, startled. “What about him?”
“He…promised he’d…look after you. He did?”
Ianto squeezed Da’s hand. “Yeah. He looked after me. He always looks after me.”
Da’s eyes drifted shut and he smiled. “Good.”
Ianto sat close to him. “Da, I didn’t…I never hated you. I love you.”
Da grunted with effort, then raised an arm and put it around Ianto. He gripped as tightly as he could but his arm was weak.
“I…never…hated you, son. Fy nghariad, my boy. Always…loved…you.”
Ianto held his da tight and listened as his breathing began to slow down until finally it stopped. Ianto didn’t hold his tears back. He let them fall freely. He knew his da was dead.
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Ianto/John
Rating: Adult
Spoilers: Mild for COE (background information)
Summary: Captain John Hart always gets what he wants.
Disclaimers: I own nothing.
Notes: This is the third in the series of stories about Ianto’s past. It follows Blue Moon’s Child and The Lost Son. I’ll be posting this once a day until it is finished. Special thanks go to czarina_kitty for being such a wonderful Beta. Also thanks to rowanheart24 for helping me brainstorm the original idea. Comments please!
Jack watched Ianto as he slowly approached his mam. Jack didn’t know why Ianto had never talked about his mam. He knew from his file that she was still alive and that Ianto was listed as her next of kin.
So many times, when Ianto had asked for a couple of hours leave when things were quiet, Jack had wanted to ask him, wanted Ianto to tell him why, though Jack already knew. But Ianto wouldn’t talk about it.
He watched as Ianto knelt down beside his mam and put his head on her lap. He was certain he could see a faint haze of blue round them.
* * *
Ianto walked blindly, thoughts tumbling round his head. Memories were fighting for dominance in his mind. He remembered being with John, submitting to John, allowing John to punish him. He remembered Jack, talking to him gently, treating him with kindness. He remembered gazing up at Jack in adoration. He remembered Jack lifting him into his arms and taking him home to his da.
It was too confusing. It made his head hurt. He remembered Jack squeezing his shoulder and calling him soldier as a kid.
But…Jack hadn’t know him then. It was impossible.
He looked up. He was reaching Newport. He pressed on. He wanted to see his da.
* * *
Ianto knelt down beside his mam. “Mam? I’ve come to see you.”
His mam reached out and touched his hair. “My poor little boy. Such sad eyes. Can’t you sleep, my darling? I shall sing you a lullaby.”
He lay his head in her lap and closed his eyes. She stroked his hair with soft, soothing strokes and began to sing.
Huna blentyn yn fy mynwes
Clyd a chynnes ydyw hon;
Breichiau mam sy'n dynn amdanat,
Cariad mam sy dan fy mron.
Ianto listened as she sang the same verse over and over again, stroking his hair and holding him close. He mouthed the words in English along with her. He knew them so well.
Sleep my baby, at my breast,
’Tis a mother’s arms round you.
Make yourself a snug, warm nest.
Feel my love forever new.
He frowned. Usually when he heard the song or thought of it, he just felt safe. Now, there was something else, some other thought nagging at him. The man in the blue coat. The Captain, his Captain. Jack.
* * *
Ianto reached his front door. He’d not been to this house in five years, not since the day he’d left for London. And now…now he was getting a second chance. He’d messed everything up before and he’d spent five years wanting to fix it and being unable. Now was the time.
He knocked on the door. There was no answer. He went to the plant pot at the corner of the house, dug in the soil and found the key. He let himself in.
The hall was in darkness. His heart hammering, Ianto made his way into the living room. His da was there, sitting on the floor by the window, clutching his chest and breathing hard.
Ianto dropped down beside him. “Da,” he breathed. It had been too long. “There’s an ambulance coming.” He wished he was telling the truth but…he couldn’t change this. He couldn’t make his da live.
His da struggled for breath. “Ianto, I thought you…weren’t coming…back.”
“Da, I’m sorry, for everything. I’m so sorry. I messed up so much. What happened to Mam, that…that was all my fault.”
Da reached out and grasped his hand tightly. “No, it wasn’t … It … just … happened. You’re a … good … lad. I … messed up … being your … da.”
Ianto sat down so his da could see his face. “We both messed up but it doesn’t matter, Da. It’s not important.”
His da looked at him at frowned. “You…you look different.” He reached out and touched Ianto’s face. “Older.” He took in the suit. “Sharper.”
Ianto grinned. “Yeah. You’re not going to believe me but…I’m from the future. Five years and Da…I’m okay. Honestly, Da, I’ve got a good job, a…partner and I’m okay.”
“That…Jack…”
Ianto blinked, startled. “What about him?”
“He…promised he’d…look after you. He did?”
Ianto squeezed Da’s hand. “Yeah. He looked after me. He always looks after me.”
Da’s eyes drifted shut and he smiled. “Good.”
Ianto sat close to him. “Da, I didn’t…I never hated you. I love you.”
Da grunted with effort, then raised an arm and put it around Ianto. He gripped as tightly as he could but his arm was weak.
“I…never…hated you, son. Fy nghariad, my boy. Always…loved…you.”
Ianto held his da tight and listened as his breathing began to slow down until finally it stopped. Ianto didn’t hold his tears back. He let them fall freely. He knew his da was dead.