Fic: Aftermath
Okay, so there are a million and one other things I need to post, such as my Fringe Reviews and a big update of everything but here I am posting this.
It's a one off, little tit bit, I can't decide whether I want to expand it into a full fic or not. If anyone wants to adopt it they may; I'd love to see it fleshed out. Otherwise, if someone would be willing to come onboard and beta it for me, and prod me into writing it, I may write a multi-chaptered fic around it. Thoughts?
Anyway, here it is.
Title: Aftermath
Fandom: Shh! It’s a secret!
Pairing: Well, if I tell you that it’ll tell you the fandom, won’t it! So, shhh, don't look at the tags either, unless you need to know before you read that is.
Rating: PG-13 or a 12.
Summary: Aftermath to a lab explosion.
Notes: Feedback greatly appreciated for this one as I’m severely torn on what to do about it. The author notes seem negative but I really don’t know what to do. To create a ‘verse or not to create a ‘verse, that is the question.
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A.N: Ow! OW! Damn it, get it off me. I’ve written it, the bunny should have gone by now! Don’t make me create an entire AU-verse for this, please!
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Aftermath
Flashes swam. There was Cardiff, his home town, a group of people. A dead woman; many dead women. And men. A woman covered in metal, a mist, cannibals, planes, police boxes and kisses. What was more there was he and his friends and his lover all entangled up in the disaster that resulted in his lover leaving him.
Twisting uncomfortably, sheets twined around his legs he called out in anguish. His body glistened with sweat, shining in the bright moonlight flooding in through the blue-tinted ceiling to floor window.
He awoke with a start.
“Welcome back to the land of the living, Yan. You had me worried for a while there, nasty hit you took during that lab explosion,” A soft voice murmured to him, “I thought the entire point of you being in the lab was to recover from the injury you got in the field. Just can’t stop blowing yourself up with alien tech, can you?”
“It makes Rodney jealous,” Ianto replied hoarsely, “Means someone else gets felt up by his boyfriend. Well, one of them.”
Jack chuckled, “Let’s not talk about that little triad; Sheppard’s the jealous type and Carson’s hovering, wanting to interrupt and tell me to move so he can do his tests but also trying to allow a little private time between lovers. Sap; always knew he was the romantic one of the three.”
Ianto blushed hotly. He felt Jack’s hand move up to cup his cheek, face moving closer so he could feel hot breath caress his face with every gentle exhale that sighed softly as the noise intermingled with the constant hum of their home.
Pressing the lightest of kisses, Jack’s lips felt like butterfly wings as they grazed Ianto’s dry lips. His mouth fell open in a small sigh as a reaction to the fleeting pressure but Jack did not push further, content to remain staring into his lover’s hazy gaze; face mere inches from one and other’s.
“Rest, Yan, Atlantis and I will both be here when you wake again.”
So? Feedback is like cookies and ice cream. Oh, an bonus of a comment fic to whoever gets where the Ljcut/Link quote came from.