Fic: The Old Building 7/?
Title: The Old Building 7/?
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”
Rating: PG-13 - Just two little words in this chapter
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 really didn’t think I was going to get this done. But once I started to write it didn’t take that long. I’d just like to thank everybody who commented. And if you see any mistakes sorry, I did write it in a rush and it’s un-betaed. Also the middle part of this story might end up being a sequel to my story friendship.
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“Thank god that Ianto Jones gone! He’s such a waste of space, nothing but a tea-boy, just somebody to bring my coffee!”
“Come on Gwen! Say something, Ianto isn’t going to hold it against you!” Jack whispered, casting a weary glance across the room.
“Jack it doesn’t feel right. He’s my friend; I really don’t think this is a good idea.” She whispered back, looking through the darkness. Jack turned on his heel and stared her down.
“Gwen Cooper, if you have any other, better ideas you better tell me now!” Gwen was silent. “Right then, this is hard for me too you know. I care deeply for Ianto and screaming insults about him is not exactly my idea of fun. If this is the only way we have even a glint of hope at bringing him back then so be it. Think about all the jabs Owen used to give him. If it doesn’t work then at least we tried, okay?” Gwen nodded solemnly and Jack turned back out to face the darkness.
Raising her voice slightly Gwen started. “Ianto Jones, let’s face it he’s nothing but your part-time shag Jack.” Through the corner of her eye, she could see Jack flinch and instantly felt terrible. Jack didn’t turn though just carried on with the conversation Gwen had started.
“You don’t have to tell me that, I’ve had better sex with ghosts. Well actually there was this one time-” Gwen coughed and Jack closed his mouth. Right Ianto to save now is not the time for anecdotes. No matter how great they might be. His thoughts trailed off as he heard Gwen’s next lie.
“Plus, he’s an awful kisser!” Jack frowned and looked over at Gwen. She wasn’t meeting his eyes, instead choosing to peer into the darkness. Have Ianto and Gwen kissed or is she just making it up off the top of her head? Jack felt a stab of jealously at the thought of Gwen and Ianto kissing. He grabbed her arm, pulled her aside and decided to be blunt. After all the quicker he got this off of his mind the quicker he could be completely focused on getting his Ianto back.
“Gwen, have you and Ianto ever kissed?” Gwen blushed, pulling her arm out of his grasp.
“Shouldn’t we be trying to get Ianto back? This conversation can be continued later okay?”
“No it’s not okay. When did this happen?”
Gwen knew that if she didn’t tell him he wouldn’t let it go and right now she just wanted Ianto back.
“It was just after Tosh and Owen had died, the same night actually. You were out brooding somewhere and Rhys just couldn’t understand. So I went to Ianto’s for a sleepover-” she frowned remembering the night. “He let me in of course and we went to sleep. I woke up screaming…”
Gwen woke to a shaking of her shoulders and somebody desperately calling her name. She blinked back tears and sat up quickly, falling into Ianto’s arms.
“Shh, cariad it’s okay it was just a nightmare. You’re fine, you’re fine. I’ll keep you safe I promise.”
“He was so sincere jack and I was so selfish. Crying on him without a care in the world about what was going through his mind. He’d lost his friends as well.” Jack kept silent so Gwen continued.
Ianto’s quiet words of comfort brought a new wave of tears to Gwen and she clung to him sobbing. When the tears finally started to subside, Gwen noticed that Ianto’s hold hadn’t given at all and he was still whispering comforting words to her.
Gwen turned to look up at him and he smiled, tears in his eyes. Gwen instantly felt terrible. Here she was crying all over him, expecting comfort when she was just as upset, holding it all in.
“Feeling better? It’s best to let it all out I suppose” He smiled and wiped away her tears.
“I think it was just exhaustion, but all I wanted was to kiss Ianto’s pain away. He’s my best friend and I never want to see him like that. So I kissed him, kissed away the tears and the pain, if only for a while. Then things started to heat up and we realised what we we’re doing. We must have laughed for hours. So that’s it. Okay? I’d really like to get Ianto back now.”
Jack was silent. Regret was shown across his face. Regret for being so jealous. Regret for making Gwen relive losing Tosh and Owen and regret for putting himself before finding Ianto. He pulled a crying Gwen into his arms and smiled “Good old Ianto.”
“Yes, quite right. Good old Ianto.” A voice from behind them, shocked Gwen and Jack and they jumped apart. Jack aimed his Webley at the figure’s head.
“Who are you and what have you done with Ianto?”
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Mary’s father had rejoined the party and Ianto was left dumbfounded. Mary pulled his head down for another kiss, and he couldn’t deny his fiancé? As Mary’s soft lips moved against his, he figured that if he was stuck in the 1800’s then he had better secure a place to live and regular food on the table. If that meant marrying a rich girl then so be it. He pulled away.
“Mary, do you think I could stay here. My father, uhm, recently passed away and left the house to my step-brother, who refuses to let me live there. That’s why I showed up so unclean today.” Ianto gave himself a mental high five and gave Mary his best puppy dog eyes.
“Of course you can my love! That’s just terrible. I’ll make sure papa doesn’t invite him to the wedding.” She grabbed his hand and started to pull him inside. “If I recall, I don’t remember us finishing our dance.” She smiled at him and he found himself lost in her eyes. Marrying her won’t be so bad. I could have the life I would’ve had with Lisa if she hadn’t of died. Just in the 1800’s. Could I really live here? Away from my family and friends. Away from the danger and destruction. Away from jack? He shook his head and moved away from Mary and all the other dancers. He needed time to think. To process what he was thinking. He ignored Mary’s shout of protest and ran up the stairs into the room he had begun this charade in.
“Oh god, oh god” He grabbed his head and began to pace wildly. All the thinking was making his head hurt. He continued pacing, thinking about Lisa and Jack and what could’ve been and what could be. He was starting to feel nauseous and he swayed dangerously. Maybe I should sit down for a moment he thought before crumpling to the floor.