Very Last Inch - Jack/Ianto
Fic Title: Very Last Inch
Fandom: Torchwood
Author: finksgirl
Rating: PG-13 for language and subtle hints at sex.
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer: Torchwood is most certainly not owned by me. We'd have no plot, dead Gwen and Jack and Ianto shagging on everything and probably Rhys and Yan scrapbooking aliens together...
Summary: I’ve finally got my new computer! And what better way to celebrate then a shiny new Janto fic from moi? This idea came to me when I was very zoned out. What would it be like if Ianto were retconned?
Warning: Spoilers for the show as a whole. Haven't seen it? Don't be spoiled by reading fic.
Very Last Inch
“Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have. It
is the very last inch of us. But within that inch we are free.”
- excerpt from V For Vendetta
13 February 2012.
21:30
This is the day my life ended. The one I've come to know and hate and
love all at the same time. Little parts, inches of myself are starting
to leave me. No, leave isn't the right word. Vacate, disappear, vanish
into the abyss.
It ended by one little white pill. Was it white? Was it a pill or a
shot. Bloody hell, I'm losing it already.
Why did he do this? I crumple against the wall, shutting my eyes as more
and more escapes me. I can't remember the last two days.
9 February 2012
19:07
I open my eyes. I'm in the board room. His thick great coat is in my
hands. I'm pushing it down slowly, leaving little bites and kisses along
the bare skin I'm revealing inch by inch.
It isn't sweet or new or fresh it's just us. There. Bare and open for
the other one to take and use to our own enjoyment.
His eyes are closed, his breath coming in short pants. If his eyes were
open they wouldn't hold the warmth I used to know. The warmth I craved,
that kept me coming back. No, it'd show lust, vicious and brutal mixed
with pain and fear of losing this. We had already lost the connection, I
guess he was worried about losing the vessel.
The table is gone in a flash and the walls are crumbling. I run, leaving
him unsatisfied and blurred.
1 January 2011
2:16
I open my eyes again just as a gust of wind whips around me causing me
to tighten my grip around myself. Someone else’s arms wrap around me and
I know they're his. He leans forward and rests his chin on my shoulder.
He says nothing, just looks out across the city.
Words aren't important, actions are better. He's telling me more with
this simple caress.
He's baring his soul for me. Showing me what he cares about and how he
thinks. His silence represents the importance of this rooftop
sanctuary.
The arms are gone and I feel empty.
I hold back tears.
16 November 2010
22:45
I open my eyes, a shuddering gasp falling from my lips. The weevil
attack. Wait, what was that again? An alien? No, those can't be real.
God, I must be going insane.
Hot blood drips down my crisp, white shirt. I'm numb and in shock. I
know people are talking above me but I can't hear it. I hear my
heartbeat and everything's a blur except for two spots of blue.
It's him. He's holding me and I feel something wet hit my cheek and I
suddenly realize, or is it remember, that he's crying.
He never cries, yet here he is, clutching me and trying to reassure me
everything will be okay.
I can't remember what happened next. I can't remember anything after
that.
2 April 2009
5:34
I open my eyes, slowly this time. I feel his arms wrapped around me. His
steady breathing assuring me he's asleep.
It's moments like these I love the most. He finally surrenders to sleep,
leaving the brilliant, invincible shield behind and all that's left is a
sweet, caring yet broken man.
I kiss his brow, touching his hair a little and wish I could remember
just a little bit longer.
27 November 2008
18:26
This time my eyes open to an oriental fish tank. I look around. It's the
sushi restaurant I found that night we chased after that blowfish. I
wanted to try it, didn't realize it'd take me a year and a half and that
my dining partner would be him.
He was serious that night that felt so long ago. He wanted to do this
right. I smiled at him, obviously flustered about what to order. It was
a miracle he lasted this long alone.
We skipped the movie. We just weren't the movie type, although I did
appreciate his sincerity.
I held his hand under the table and leaned over, placing a chaste kiss
on his lips. He turns and tells me something, a grin overtaking his
features before he starts to fade. I couldn't remember what he said.
22 September 2008
12:03
I open my eyes, scanning across the Hub. It's been so quiet without
them. I can't remember their names anymore but I know their faces. I
know my feelings towards them and it doesn't make it any less painful
that not only do I have to endure their deaths again but I'll forget
them completely.
I touch my cheek and find tear tracks stained, no doubt tinging my fair
skin to a light pink.
I hate crying. I feel weak and vulnerable and those are two
characteristics unbecoming of a Torch... what were we called? Shit, I
lost it.
I rise, grabbing the tea tray and preparing to make my rounds as it
slips out of my hands and crashes to the floor.
I fade before anyone even comes.
4 October 2007
23:32
I dreaded this memory. One of the few I'm glad to be rid of. He'd been
gone two months, eleven days, six hours and twenty-eight minutes. Every
ticking second was agony without him. I hadn't felt such raw, searing
pain since... I forgot her too. The gorgeous girl with the impeccable
smile and fiery personality.
I grab the bottle, taking a large swig, closing my eyes and praying for
another memory.
I love him. It was the moment I realized it. I love him and he just
left. Left me, the team, probably the planet.
The first thing I'll do once I see him again is shoot him in the head.
Then I'll kiss him back to life.
Blurred lines. Finally.
19 April 2006
8:47
I'm standing outside the little tourist office. It seems familiar. I
know it belonged to another memory that I'd lost.
He emerges, same great coat flowing behind him.
I want to scream. I want to tell him to take them back, take me back.
Please, I'll do anything just make this stop.
I can't do anything. I'm forced to act out another memory. As he leaves
I turn around, taking a final glance.
"Why?"
And it's lost in the winter breeze of a forgotten memory I'll never see
again.
--
Bit weird, eh? I wanted to write something strange. Hopefully the point came across.
Comments, criticisms?
-Ash
Fandom: Torchwood
Author: finksgirl
Rating: PG-13 for language and subtle hints at sex.
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer: Torchwood is most certainly not owned by me. We'd have no plot, dead Gwen and Jack and Ianto shagging on everything and probably Rhys and Yan scrapbooking aliens together...
Summary: I’ve finally got my new computer! And what better way to celebrate then a shiny new Janto fic from moi? This idea came to me when I was very zoned out. What would it be like if Ianto were retconned?
Warning: Spoilers for the show as a whole. Haven't seen it? Don't be spoiled by reading fic.
Very Last Inch
“Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have. It
is the very last inch of us. But within that inch we are free.”
- excerpt from V For Vendetta
13 February 2012.
21:30
This is the day my life ended. The one I've come to know and hate and
love all at the same time. Little parts, inches of myself are starting
to leave me. No, leave isn't the right word. Vacate, disappear, vanish
into the abyss.
It ended by one little white pill. Was it white? Was it a pill or a
shot. Bloody hell, I'm losing it already.
Why did he do this? I crumple against the wall, shutting my eyes as more
and more escapes me. I can't remember the last two days.
9 February 2012
19:07
I open my eyes. I'm in the board room. His thick great coat is in my
hands. I'm pushing it down slowly, leaving little bites and kisses along
the bare skin I'm revealing inch by inch.
It isn't sweet or new or fresh it's just us. There. Bare and open for
the other one to take and use to our own enjoyment.
His eyes are closed, his breath coming in short pants. If his eyes were
open they wouldn't hold the warmth I used to know. The warmth I craved,
that kept me coming back. No, it'd show lust, vicious and brutal mixed
with pain and fear of losing this. We had already lost the connection, I
guess he was worried about losing the vessel.
The table is gone in a flash and the walls are crumbling. I run, leaving
him unsatisfied and blurred.
1 January 2011
2:16
I open my eyes again just as a gust of wind whips around me causing me
to tighten my grip around myself. Someone else’s arms wrap around me and
I know they're his. He leans forward and rests his chin on my shoulder.
He says nothing, just looks out across the city.
Words aren't important, actions are better. He's telling me more with
this simple caress.
He's baring his soul for me. Showing me what he cares about and how he
thinks. His silence represents the importance of this rooftop
sanctuary.
The arms are gone and I feel empty.
I hold back tears.
16 November 2010
22:45
I open my eyes, a shuddering gasp falling from my lips. The weevil
attack. Wait, what was that again? An alien? No, those can't be real.
God, I must be going insane.
Hot blood drips down my crisp, white shirt. I'm numb and in shock. I
know people are talking above me but I can't hear it. I hear my
heartbeat and everything's a blur except for two spots of blue.
It's him. He's holding me and I feel something wet hit my cheek and I
suddenly realize, or is it remember, that he's crying.
He never cries, yet here he is, clutching me and trying to reassure me
everything will be okay.
I can't remember what happened next. I can't remember anything after
that.
2 April 2009
5:34
I open my eyes, slowly this time. I feel his arms wrapped around me. His
steady breathing assuring me he's asleep.
It's moments like these I love the most. He finally surrenders to sleep,
leaving the brilliant, invincible shield behind and all that's left is a
sweet, caring yet broken man.
I kiss his brow, touching his hair a little and wish I could remember
just a little bit longer.
27 November 2008
18:26
This time my eyes open to an oriental fish tank. I look around. It's the
sushi restaurant I found that night we chased after that blowfish. I
wanted to try it, didn't realize it'd take me a year and a half and that
my dining partner would be him.
He was serious that night that felt so long ago. He wanted to do this
right. I smiled at him, obviously flustered about what to order. It was
a miracle he lasted this long alone.
We skipped the movie. We just weren't the movie type, although I did
appreciate his sincerity.
I held his hand under the table and leaned over, placing a chaste kiss
on his lips. He turns and tells me something, a grin overtaking his
features before he starts to fade. I couldn't remember what he said.
22 September 2008
12:03
I open my eyes, scanning across the Hub. It's been so quiet without
them. I can't remember their names anymore but I know their faces. I
know my feelings towards them and it doesn't make it any less painful
that not only do I have to endure their deaths again but I'll forget
them completely.
I touch my cheek and find tear tracks stained, no doubt tinging my fair
skin to a light pink.
I hate crying. I feel weak and vulnerable and those are two
characteristics unbecoming of a Torch... what were we called? Shit, I
lost it.
I rise, grabbing the tea tray and preparing to make my rounds as it
slips out of my hands and crashes to the floor.
I fade before anyone even comes.
4 October 2007
23:32
I dreaded this memory. One of the few I'm glad to be rid of. He'd been
gone two months, eleven days, six hours and twenty-eight minutes. Every
ticking second was agony without him. I hadn't felt such raw, searing
pain since... I forgot her too. The gorgeous girl with the impeccable
smile and fiery personality.
I grab the bottle, taking a large swig, closing my eyes and praying for
another memory.
I love him. It was the moment I realized it. I love him and he just
left. Left me, the team, probably the planet.
The first thing I'll do once I see him again is shoot him in the head.
Then I'll kiss him back to life.
Blurred lines. Finally.
19 April 2006
8:47
I'm standing outside the little tourist office. It seems familiar. I
know it belonged to another memory that I'd lost.
He emerges, same great coat flowing behind him.
I want to scream. I want to tell him to take them back, take me back.
Please, I'll do anything just make this stop.
I can't do anything. I'm forced to act out another memory. As he leaves
I turn around, taking a final glance.
"Why?"
And it's lost in the winter breeze of a forgotten memory I'll never see
again.
--
Bit weird, eh? I wanted to write something strange. Hopefully the point came across.
Comments, criticisms?
-Ash