Five Valentines: Torchwood/Doctor Who
Title: Five Valentines: 'Stolen Moments' V
Pairing: Jack/Ten
Summary: The first gift showed up early in the morning, placed gently on Jack’s desk.
Rating: PG
Spoiler Warnings: Post End of Days, general series spoilers.
Word Count: ~1400
Disclaimer: Torchwood and Doctor Who belong to the BBC. I'm just crossing them over until Mr Davies decides to do it properly.
Notes: And so we reach the end. And the fic I was most terrfied of writing. Because not only is it Jack perspective but it's also got a special guest-star. Ah well. Happy reading everyone. And happy V-Day. Part of Five Valentines.
The first gift showed up early in the morning, placed gently on Jack’s desk - a box of chocolates Jack would swear he hadn’t seen since the War. Decadent soft-centres and creamy toffees - the nuts had been taken out and Jack smiled. His secret admirer knew about his distaste for nuts - or at least the kind covered in chocolate.
He suspected Ianto, of course, it smelt of the young man’s attention to detail. Besides - the Welshman was about the Hub at all sorts of times - he’d be in the perfect position to sneak gifts into Jack’s office. Ianto had one of the best poker faces Jack had ever seen, though, and gave nothing away - even when Jack brushed against him and whispered a thank you in his ear.
The second gift appeared just after lunch - a single bright rose laid across his desk. There was something odd about the flower - as if the colour was never exactly the same each time Jack looked at it. It was a pretty thing, with a delicate scent that was familiar in a way Jack couldn’t quite place.
Jack found a jar in the Hub kitchen and filled it with water to keep the rose fresh. It was a sentimental sort of gift for a man in the 21st Century - but he supposed Ianto had his reasons. He gave the young man a wink when he next brought him coffee - but it just caused Ianto to blush and hurry away, as if he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t.
The third gift was something Jack could instantly appreciate. He found it on his desk in the early evening, just after he’d returned from shooing Tosh out, telling her she was working to hard. A near-perfect martini - almost precisely like the one he used to keep as an emergency measure, years ago, when Jack was footloose and fancy free.
Jack knew that if he cared to speak to him Ianto would be in the information centre. The other man had taken to sleeping in the small office just off it, in a rickety cot that he’d scrounged from the archives, most nights of the week. Jack pretended to not notice and Ianto pretended to not notice that Jack actually lived in the Hub - where Gwen and the others just assumed he didn’t leave until the small hours of the morning.
He found Ianto, as he’d expected, tucked into the little alcove behind the counter sorting through leaflets that nobody would ever take.
“You know,” Jack said, with his most charming smile, “You don’t really have to be that subtle”
“Sorry?” Ianto asked, covering his surprise quite smoothly as he straightened.
“Come on, Ianto,” Jack said, sliding in behind the desk to lean against the wall near Ianto, “Secret admirer doesn’t really seem your style”
“I - I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir,” Ianto said, avoiding Jack’s eyes.
“Sure you do,” Jack said, shaking his head, “Anonymous gifts? On my desk, all day?”
Ianto’s brow furrowed and Jack began to wonder if maybe he had got it wrong after all.
“You mean the chocolates and all that?” Ianto said, confusion on his face when Jack nodded, “I thought that was you. Though I couldn’t figure out why”
Gratified for the briefest of moments at the confirmation that Ianto had been checking on Jack’s office throughout the day - something that he’d suspected had been happening since he came back - Ianto’s obvious puzzlement through a wrench into Jack’s certainty.
“You mean - it really wasn’t you?” Jack asked, moving forward into Ianto’s space.
“I had thought of getting you something,” Ianto said, averting his eyes from Jack’s and reddening about the ears, “But I didn’t really think you were the hearts and flowers type”
“Yeah, I don’t suppose I give that impression, do I?” Jack said sheepishly.
“You really don’t know who it could’ve been?” Ianto asked, seeming a little more relaxed. Jack shook his head and walked away distracted. He paused in the doorway and turned back to look at Ianto, finally registering the meaning by Ianto’s words.
“For the record,” he said, smiling gently, “I would’ve liked anything you gave me, Ianto”
He left Ianto blushing and made his way back into the Hub. He knew that it wouldn’t be Owen, he wasn’t Owen’s type, and although Tosh was shy enough to do something similar he knew she was still too hung up on Owen to feel for someone else. Gwen then? He hoped not, in a way, she was a lovely girl and had been instrumental in pulling him back from the brink but he didn’t like the idea of her -
There was a fourth gift sitting on his desk and it shocked him straight out of his train of thought. He sat down and picked it up, turning it over in his hands and shaking his head in wonder. He felt the air shift behind him and smiled to himself, setting the banana down.
“I didn’t think you were the romantic type,” he said aloud, not turning yet.
“Well, I met girl once,” came the familiar yet different voice, “She taught me a thing or two”
“I’ll bet,” Jack said, still not turning in order to savour the moment.
“She taught me a lot of things, actually,” the voice said, sounding a little off-hand.
“Oh really?” Jack poured his infinite sense of innuendo into the two words.
There was the distinct sound of something that was ‘totally sonic’ and the familiar strains of As Time Goes By drifted from the record player Jack kept for sentimental reasons. Jack swung the chair around and looked up at the Doctor, this one all cheeky smile and freckles, and couldn’t help the smile that stretched across his face.
“Jack,” the Doctor said with sincerity, stretching out a hand, “May I have this dance”
“I thought you’d never ask,” Jack said softly, taking the Doctor’s hand.
The Doctor pulled Jack to him, settling a hand on Jack’s waist comfortably, still gripping jack’s hand with the other. Jack pressed as close as he dared and let the Doctor lead the dance, tentatively resting his head on the Doctor’s shoulder.
It was criminal, really, how good it felt to be able to do this; to hold the Doctor the way he’d wanted to since they were introduced. At the time Jack wasn’t used to feeling like that at all - it’d been such a long time since he met someone that made him want so badly. So much had changed since then, Jack had changed, but this was still the same; the yearning for the Doctor to let Jack in beyond his defences.
“Do I sense irony in your song choice?” Jack murmured into the Doctor’s neck, enjoying the clean, sharp scent of the man. The Doctor chuckled and Jack could feel it tickle through him.
“Went to Casablanca, once - the star-system, not the city,” the Doctor said and Jack could sense that smile again, “Not a single gin-joint in sight”
Jack laughed with the Doctor and lifted his head back to look into the other man’s eyes, crinkled around the edges and full of mirth. He raised a hand an gently brushed it along the Doctor’s jaw, nervous of any sign that this wasn’t want the Doctor wanted. The Doctor squeezed Jack’s hand, still wrapped tight in his own, and Jack took that as consent. He leaned his head in and pressed his lips to the Doctor’s gently, more cautious than the first kiss he’d ever planted on the other man.
The Doctor made an impatient noise and lifted the hand he had on Jack’s waist to wrap around Jack’s neck and pull Jack to him firmly, kissing Jack hard. Jack gasped into the Doctor’s mouth, opening himself up to the impassioned thrust of the Doctor’s tongue. It burnt like fire through Jack, the scraps of time vortex trapped in his body surging in answer to the Doctor’s presence. When the Doctor finally let Jack pull back, to breathe, to remember where he was and who he was Jack seriously thought that he might end himself on the spot if he wasn’t careful. The Doctor, at least, looked no better, raising a hand to caress Jack’s cheek.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Jack,” the Doctor said between soft breaths.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Doc,” Jack said, smile broadening across his face.
Quaint early Earth custom though it may be, Jack decided that Valentine’s Day was perhaps the best holiday ever invented as he reached out and drew the Doctor back to him, sinking into the Time Lord’s warm embrace. He didn’t even want to know how the Doctor got into the Hub, it was enough that he was there.
Pairing: Jack/Ten
Summary: The first gift showed up early in the morning, placed gently on Jack’s desk.
Rating: PG
Spoiler Warnings: Post End of Days, general series spoilers.
Word Count: ~1400
Disclaimer: Torchwood and Doctor Who belong to the BBC. I'm just crossing them over until Mr Davies decides to do it properly.
Notes: And so we reach the end. And the fic I was most terrfied of writing. Because not only is it Jack perspective but it's also got a special guest-star. Ah well. Happy reading everyone. And happy V-Day. Part of Five Valentines.
The first gift showed up early in the morning, placed gently on Jack’s desk - a box of chocolates Jack would swear he hadn’t seen since the War. Decadent soft-centres and creamy toffees - the nuts had been taken out and Jack smiled. His secret admirer knew about his distaste for nuts - or at least the kind covered in chocolate.
He suspected Ianto, of course, it smelt of the young man’s attention to detail. Besides - the Welshman was about the Hub at all sorts of times - he’d be in the perfect position to sneak gifts into Jack’s office. Ianto had one of the best poker faces Jack had ever seen, though, and gave nothing away - even when Jack brushed against him and whispered a thank you in his ear.
The second gift appeared just after lunch - a single bright rose laid across his desk. There was something odd about the flower - as if the colour was never exactly the same each time Jack looked at it. It was a pretty thing, with a delicate scent that was familiar in a way Jack couldn’t quite place.
Jack found a jar in the Hub kitchen and filled it with water to keep the rose fresh. It was a sentimental sort of gift for a man in the 21st Century - but he supposed Ianto had his reasons. He gave the young man a wink when he next brought him coffee - but it just caused Ianto to blush and hurry away, as if he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t.
The third gift was something Jack could instantly appreciate. He found it on his desk in the early evening, just after he’d returned from shooing Tosh out, telling her she was working to hard. A near-perfect martini - almost precisely like the one he used to keep as an emergency measure, years ago, when Jack was footloose and fancy free.
Jack knew that if he cared to speak to him Ianto would be in the information centre. The other man had taken to sleeping in the small office just off it, in a rickety cot that he’d scrounged from the archives, most nights of the week. Jack pretended to not notice and Ianto pretended to not notice that Jack actually lived in the Hub - where Gwen and the others just assumed he didn’t leave until the small hours of the morning.
He found Ianto, as he’d expected, tucked into the little alcove behind the counter sorting through leaflets that nobody would ever take.
“You know,” Jack said, with his most charming smile, “You don’t really have to be that subtle”
“Sorry?” Ianto asked, covering his surprise quite smoothly as he straightened.
“Come on, Ianto,” Jack said, sliding in behind the desk to lean against the wall near Ianto, “Secret admirer doesn’t really seem your style”
“I - I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir,” Ianto said, avoiding Jack’s eyes.
“Sure you do,” Jack said, shaking his head, “Anonymous gifts? On my desk, all day?”
Ianto’s brow furrowed and Jack began to wonder if maybe he had got it wrong after all.
“You mean the chocolates and all that?” Ianto said, confusion on his face when Jack nodded, “I thought that was you. Though I couldn’t figure out why”
Gratified for the briefest of moments at the confirmation that Ianto had been checking on Jack’s office throughout the day - something that he’d suspected had been happening since he came back - Ianto’s obvious puzzlement through a wrench into Jack’s certainty.
“You mean - it really wasn’t you?” Jack asked, moving forward into Ianto’s space.
“I had thought of getting you something,” Ianto said, averting his eyes from Jack’s and reddening about the ears, “But I didn’t really think you were the hearts and flowers type”
“Yeah, I don’t suppose I give that impression, do I?” Jack said sheepishly.
“You really don’t know who it could’ve been?” Ianto asked, seeming a little more relaxed. Jack shook his head and walked away distracted. He paused in the doorway and turned back to look at Ianto, finally registering the meaning by Ianto’s words.
“For the record,” he said, smiling gently, “I would’ve liked anything you gave me, Ianto”
He left Ianto blushing and made his way back into the Hub. He knew that it wouldn’t be Owen, he wasn’t Owen’s type, and although Tosh was shy enough to do something similar he knew she was still too hung up on Owen to feel for someone else. Gwen then? He hoped not, in a way, she was a lovely girl and had been instrumental in pulling him back from the brink but he didn’t like the idea of her -
There was a fourth gift sitting on his desk and it shocked him straight out of his train of thought. He sat down and picked it up, turning it over in his hands and shaking his head in wonder. He felt the air shift behind him and smiled to himself, setting the banana down.
“I didn’t think you were the romantic type,” he said aloud, not turning yet.
“Well, I met girl once,” came the familiar yet different voice, “She taught me a thing or two”
“I’ll bet,” Jack said, still not turning in order to savour the moment.
“She taught me a lot of things, actually,” the voice said, sounding a little off-hand.
“Oh really?” Jack poured his infinite sense of innuendo into the two words.
There was the distinct sound of something that was ‘totally sonic’ and the familiar strains of As Time Goes By drifted from the record player Jack kept for sentimental reasons. Jack swung the chair around and looked up at the Doctor, this one all cheeky smile and freckles, and couldn’t help the smile that stretched across his face.
“Jack,” the Doctor said with sincerity, stretching out a hand, “May I have this dance”
“I thought you’d never ask,” Jack said softly, taking the Doctor’s hand.
The Doctor pulled Jack to him, settling a hand on Jack’s waist comfortably, still gripping jack’s hand with the other. Jack pressed as close as he dared and let the Doctor lead the dance, tentatively resting his head on the Doctor’s shoulder.
It was criminal, really, how good it felt to be able to do this; to hold the Doctor the way he’d wanted to since they were introduced. At the time Jack wasn’t used to feeling like that at all - it’d been such a long time since he met someone that made him want so badly. So much had changed since then, Jack had changed, but this was still the same; the yearning for the Doctor to let Jack in beyond his defences.
“Do I sense irony in your song choice?” Jack murmured into the Doctor’s neck, enjoying the clean, sharp scent of the man. The Doctor chuckled and Jack could feel it tickle through him.
“Went to Casablanca, once - the star-system, not the city,” the Doctor said and Jack could sense that smile again, “Not a single gin-joint in sight”
Jack laughed with the Doctor and lifted his head back to look into the other man’s eyes, crinkled around the edges and full of mirth. He raised a hand an gently brushed it along the Doctor’s jaw, nervous of any sign that this wasn’t want the Doctor wanted. The Doctor squeezed Jack’s hand, still wrapped tight in his own, and Jack took that as consent. He leaned his head in and pressed his lips to the Doctor’s gently, more cautious than the first kiss he’d ever planted on the other man.
The Doctor made an impatient noise and lifted the hand he had on Jack’s waist to wrap around Jack’s neck and pull Jack to him firmly, kissing Jack hard. Jack gasped into the Doctor’s mouth, opening himself up to the impassioned thrust of the Doctor’s tongue. It burnt like fire through Jack, the scraps of time vortex trapped in his body surging in answer to the Doctor’s presence. When the Doctor finally let Jack pull back, to breathe, to remember where he was and who he was Jack seriously thought that he might end himself on the spot if he wasn’t careful. The Doctor, at least, looked no better, raising a hand to caress Jack’s cheek.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Jack,” the Doctor said between soft breaths.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Doc,” Jack said, smile broadening across his face.
Quaint early Earth custom though it may be, Jack decided that Valentine’s Day was perhaps the best holiday ever invented as he reached out and drew the Doctor back to him, sinking into the Time Lord’s warm embrace. He didn’t even want to know how the Doctor got into the Hub, it was enough that he was there.