Fic: The Old Building 5/?
Title: The Old Building 5/?
Characters: Ianto, Jack and Gwen
Summary: “he felt a soft caress on his face and a voice whispering Ianto.”
Spoilers: "Exit Wounds" and a teeny one for “Countrycide”
Disclaimer: I don't own them… But a girl can want, right?
A/N: Totally un-Betaed, so all mistakes are mine.
A/N: I thank everybody who commented and read. It's turning out to be one of the most enjoyable things I've ever written. Please give me feedback! I love to hear what everybody thinks, good or bad! Anyway I hope you enjoy reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it!
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Ianto followed Charles and Jonathon up the expansive stairs, stumbling every few steps. Now that he wasn’t basking in the glow of Mary’s personality and beauty he cleared his head, thoughts swirling. Why am I here? Where is here? I’d say this is about the 19th century, from all those books Lisa made me read, but where are Jack and Gwen? God I hope they’re alright. On top of everything thing else, he was positive he had concussion. He brought his hand to his head and found it sticky with blood, that’s not good.
Jonathon and Charles had come to a stop outside of, what Ianto presumed to be, a bedroom. Without uttering a word, they motioned for him to step inside, which he did, hesitating. Once inside he could barely stifle a gasp. The room was almost as large as his entire flat and decorated lavishly. The four poster bed was at the back of the room coated in gold paint. At least he imagined it to be paint. As he moved closer into the room, he took in more of his surroundings. The walls were pale green and complemented the bed perfectly. The bed in turn was covered with fine silk and covered with more pillows than he could count (though he probably wouldn’t be able to count anything the way he was feeling). He turned to face the pair of brothers and he knew on his face was a look of disbelief and confusion.
“Pick out any of the clothes in the armoire over there and please have a bath, you smell disgusting.” One of the brothers, Charles?, told him. Ianto frowned, weren’t people from the 19th century supposed to be polite to guests. Ianto nodded and thanked them both. Before they left, he all but shouted a question, “excuse me, I hope you don’t mind me asking but what year is it?”
One of the brothers looked at him in pity, “It’s 1863” and with that they were gone, leaving Ianto to his thoughts.
After the initial shock that he had somehow ended up in the 19th century he decided to have a bath quickly, realising that he did in fact smell terrible; I need to make a good second impression on Mary. He frowned. Where the heck did that come from? He quickly shoved thoughts of Mary to the back of his mind and stepped into the bathroom, pulling off his jacket and shirt. He took note of the large bronze bath in the middle of the room, but after 10 minutes, he still couldn’t see where the water would come from. There was a knock on the door and it swung open.
Mary was stood in the doorway looking at him, he caught her gaze and she looked away blushing. “Sorry sir, it’s just you were taking so long and I’ve been waiting for our dance… I just thought I’d come and see if you needed any help, I didn’t know you were undressing.” She backed out of the door but Ianto called her back in, uncertainly.
“Excuse me miss, I uhm, can’t seem to locate the uhm… Well the water for my bath.” It was Ianto’s turn to blush. Mary giggled and stepped out of the room, leaving a confused Ianto in her wake. He’d barely moved when she came back in with two maids holding buckets of steaming water. Oh, well I feel stupid. Of course there are no taps! He turned away his face crimson. He heard Mary walk up to him and he could feel her breath on his neck. “I can’t wait for our dance.” She whispered, curtseyed and then she was gone. Shaking himself out of his reverie he quickly poured the water into the bath and slid inside. How the heck am I going to get home? He sighed and sunk lower into the steaming hot bath.
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Gwen was following Jack silently; feeling ashamed at what she had done even if it turned out it wasn’t her fault. Jack however huffed every few seconds, because in their hurry to find some stairs and get out they had become lost and Gwen was sure they had been walking around in circles for half an hour. The house just hadn’t looked that big from the outside. Jack stopped suddenly and Gwen walked into him mumbling an apology. He turned and started at her.
“Gwen, I’ve got a hunch I’m pretty sure it’s this way.” He indicated to the right. “So keep alert and stay behind me okay.” Gwen nodded her head and grasped her gun tighter. They turned right and walked thought the darkness, after what seemed like hours they came to a stop in front of some old stairs and Gwen managed a quick thanks to Jack’s lucky hunch. The damp was really getting to her. She would have run up the stairs if it wasn’t for Jack motioning for her to stay behind him and keep quiet. Step by step they moved up the stairs until they reached the top and Jack, deciding he’d had enough of being quiet, kicked the door open. Typical. Gwen thought.
They made their way back through the shadows, to where they had both left an injured Ianto. Jack was deep in thought. He’ll be okay; I can’t lose somebody else not after Tosh and Owen. They rounded the final corner prepared for the worse, expecting to see Ianto passed out at they least. But the sight before them chilled them both to the bone. He was gone.
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Ianto dressed quickly excitement bubbling beneath his surface. During his bath he had surmised that, there was nothing he could do to get himself back, Jack would surely take care of that, so he might as well enjoy the time he was here. If that meant dancing with a beautiful woman in a beautiful house then he was willing to make the sacrifice. He grinned as he put the finishing touches to his outfit. It too, as almost everything in the house it seemed, was made of silk. His outfit was teal and as he imagined himself dancing with Mary he thought about how perfectly they would matched. He thought about himself twirling her and bringing her close and-
He shook himself out of his trance and brought his thoughts to Jack. He was sure that Jack hadn’t been 100% faithful, in the short time they had been seeing each other, but he knew that it was hard for Jack being from the 51st century. Commitment wasn’t exactly in Jack’s genes. He frowned. He did love Jack, but he wasn’t here and Mary was. She was beautiful and kind and had a wonderful smile. Before he knew it he had walked out of the door and was stood at the top of the stairs. I guess I’ve made up my mind where Jack’s concerned. He started down the stairs and shivered, the last time he had been on these stairs he’d fell down them and got the concussion that still wracked his mind. He reached the bottom in no time at all and time seemed to move in slow motion. The crowds of people seemed to part and standing at the far end of the ballroom was Mary. She was looking at him the way Jack looked at him, when he was wearing his greatcoat and nothing else. Ianto swallowed and moved towards her.
“May I have this dance?” He extended his hand as the music started. She nodded and took his hand gently. To Ianto it didn’t matter that his lover was somewhere in the future looking for him or that he didn’t know how to dance this intricate dance, all that mattered was the woman stood in front of him reaching for his hand. He took it and was lead into the courtyard at the back of the house. Before he could react she was pulling his face down into a searing kiss. Oh no, he thought before he was swept up in the heat of the moment.