If he didn't think about Jack leavin' then things weren't so bad. He still had a job. He still had some co-workers he could call friends. Somewhat. He still had Owen to trade sarcastic nasties with. Though, to be honest their heart hadn't been in it half the time
( ... )
After a year (that never existed) in captivity, subjected to various (fairly innovative, he had to give the rogue Time Lord that) forms of torture, Captain Jack Harkness had been given the offer he'd spent a hundred and fifty years pining for... and he'd turned it down.
He practically bounded along Mermaid Quay, down to the Tourist Office, through the secret passage, down the lift. He smiled broadly as the cog door rolled back revealing the Hub. It had been his home for most of the past hundred and fifty years, but this was the first time it truly felt like it. This was the first time Jack had chosen it
( ... )
Gwen shrugged her shoulders to Ianto's question, "Not really," she said, "And it tastes just fine to me. But, I'll definitely be in the mood for a second cup, so feel free to make more
( ... )
Jack laughed as he hugged Gwen, then gamely rubbed his arm where she'd punched him, even though the punch clearly lacked any real intent to hurt him and was absolutely nothing in comparison to what he'd been enduring at the hands of the Master.
He opened his mouth to answer Gwen, when Tosh came running over and he caught her up in his arms, lifting her off her feet for a moment, before setting her down and looking past them at Ianto. He could see the other man hadn't quite decided what he felt about all this. He knew Ianto would be the hardest to approach when he returned. Jack hadn't done right by him and had realized it.
He didn't want to draw everyone's attention to Ianto, so he looked at Gwen again.
"I was... everywhere," he said vaguely, stepping past them, a little further into the Hub.
Her lips pursed as he answered, "That's not good enough, Jack." Gwen protested, stealing a quick glance at Ianto as she followed Jack into the Hub with Tosh trailing after them.
Sure, she was more than grateful that Jack was back. Relieved and happy, even. But, also extremely brassed off and ready to do more than just lightly punch him in the arm. And she knew this was hardest on Ianto, who had a lot more invested in their boss than just working for him. Then again, so did she in many confusing ways, but this wasn't about her. It was about all of them.
"You left us," she stated, her relieved surprise fading and quickly being replaced with a touch of hurt. Gwen grabbed his arm to pull him back around in an effort to make him truly understand the pain he caused them, "You deserted us. We didn't know where you were or how to find you or if you'd ever even come back."
Though the rest of the group wouldn't openly admit it--especially Owen--she was speaking for all of them. "You at least owe us a real answer."
Honestly speaking, Owen was simply glad to be there. Alright, he was dead. Old story. The story of his life; or better said, the story of his death.
He did sense Gwen's eyes hovering upon him, and he nearly turned around to crack a smile at her - a tired, older smile, but still his smile. His unmistakable smile. But then he changed his mind, mainly because Tosh was also in the room. And he needed to deal with her presence, with certain things that have been said and done. He needed to understand... the things.
And just when he was about to say something randomly sarcastic, for sport, Jack happened. Owen was so startled that he almost left his guard down for a second; almost jump-starting toward him. He stopped in the middle of the move, however, recomposing himself, and simply hovered around them - hugging like happy hamsters - and waited.
He really, really wanted to run over to Jack. Haul the fucking bastard over to his - Gwens? - office, down the manhole and rip his clothes off. Just to make sure the guy was OK. But he was Jack so even if he wasn't OK, Ianto wouldn't see much there. Well... other then the total obvious. Nice obvious
( ... )
He wouldn't tell them everything (he couldn't tell them everything) but, apparently, he was going to have to tell them something.
In a way, he was glad they were insisting. At least they still cared. His initial euphoria at walking back in through that door had evaporated a little when it occurred to him that maybe they didn't want him there anymore. Maybe they didn't need him anymore. Just when he finally, truly realized that he needed them.
He watched Ianto move even further away for a moment, then looked at Gwen again. "I know," he conceded softly. He looked over at Ianto. "I'm sorry," he added before turning his eyes to meet Gwen's once more. He held her gaze, then moved past her, leaning against the wall beside his office door. He could see all four of them from there. They were all waiting.
"I found my Doctor," he told them. "I had to catch him before he disappeared again."
Gwen's pout faded slightly as he apologized. Well, good. She was glad he was sorry because, in all honesty, they were doing the best they could to get by. And they were really trying very hard not to die
( ... )
"I wouldn't have thought you'd need another one, taken -- ahem -- the present people," Owen also interfered, slightly smugly, but a tad concerned as well. Did 'my doctor' meant that his Torchwood days were over? Didn't Jack want him around anymore? Was he too troublesome, too flighty, perhaps? There were a lot of questions shooting through his tortured mind, but he decided, according to his nature, that using jokes and avoiding direct references was the best tactics.
It was with clear deliberation that Ianto did *not* look at Jack. Sure he was all mature and that, but if Jack wanted to apologize? He was gonna have to do it in person and sorta mean it. Not this half-asses show of words. No way
( ... )
Owen didn't mention it, no. The main focus was Jack; it was Jack the one who needed to offer answers, to explain himself. Ianto's reactions didn't concern Owen -- he wouldn't exploit them, it wouldn't be of any help. Quietly, he took his cup of coffee, waited till a generous shot of whiskey was added within, and took a large sip, eyeing Jack and waiting for him to unwrap his story.
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He practically bounded along Mermaid Quay, down to the Tourist Office, through the secret passage, down the lift. He smiled broadly as the cog door rolled back revealing the Hub. It had been his home for most of the past hundred and fifty years, but this was the first time it truly felt like it. This was the first time Jack had chosen it ( ... )
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He opened his mouth to answer Gwen, when Tosh came running over and he caught her up in his arms, lifting her off her feet for a moment, before setting her down and looking past them at Ianto. He could see the other man hadn't quite decided what he felt about all this. He knew Ianto would be the hardest to approach when he returned. Jack hadn't done right by him and had realized it.
He didn't want to draw everyone's attention to Ianto, so he looked at Gwen again.
"I was... everywhere," he said vaguely, stepping past them, a little further into the Hub.
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Sure, she was more than grateful that Jack was back. Relieved and happy, even. But, also extremely brassed off and ready to do more than just lightly punch him in the arm. And she knew this was hardest on Ianto, who had a lot more invested in their boss than just working for him. Then again, so did she in many confusing ways, but this wasn't about her. It was about all of them.
"You left us," she stated, her relieved surprise fading and quickly being replaced with a touch of hurt. Gwen grabbed his arm to pull him back around in an effort to make him truly understand the pain he caused them, "You deserted us. We didn't know where you were or how to find you or if you'd ever even come back."
Though the rest of the group wouldn't openly admit it--especially Owen--she was speaking for all of them. "You at least owe us a real answer."
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He did sense Gwen's eyes hovering upon him, and he nearly turned around to crack a smile at her - a tired, older smile, but still his smile. His unmistakable smile. But then he changed his mind, mainly because Tosh was also in the room. And he needed to deal with her presence, with certain things that have been said and done. He needed to understand... the things.
And just when he was about to say something randomly sarcastic, for sport, Jack happened. Owen was so startled that he almost left his guard down for a second; almost jump-starting toward him. He stopped in the middle of the move, however, recomposing himself, and simply hovered around them - hugging like happy hamsters - and waited.
He knew there will be answers, in the end.
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In a way, he was glad they were insisting. At least they still cared. His initial euphoria at walking back in through that door had evaporated a little when it occurred to him that maybe they didn't want him there anymore. Maybe they didn't need him anymore. Just when he finally, truly realized that he needed them.
He watched Ianto move even further away for a moment, then looked at Gwen again. "I know," he conceded softly. He looked over at Ianto. "I'm sorry," he added before turning his eyes to meet Gwen's once more. He held her gaze, then moved past her, leaning against the wall beside his office door. He could see all four of them from there. They were all waiting.
"I found my Doctor," he told them. "I had to catch him before he disappeared again."
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