FanFic: To Forget
Title: To Forget.
Pairing: Jack/Ianto kind of.
Rating: R
Summary: What lengths would you go to, get back who you are? What would you be prepared to do to know your name?
Beta: madtheo
Disclaimer: Ain't Mine.
Author's Notes: New Fic, is dark, is quite dark and has a sequel in the works. This started after I read the back of a film called Eden Log!! Weird film! Big thanks go to Madtheo who if I hadn't replied to my Beta post this wouldn't be as great as it is right now!!!
Chapter 1 - The Chase
Chapter 2 - 48 Hours Earlier
Chapter 3- The Return.
Past.
“Well, who else would it be, Eye Candy?”
“What are you doing here? Jack told you to leave!” Ianto said angrily.
“Oh, I did for a while, but…. well, I’m back now.”
Ianto glared at the Captain; he didn’t trust nor like this man at all. It was taking all of his restraint not to just fire off a shot and leave the man for dead.
“Why?” Ianto asked, not lowering his gun.
“Our dear Jack has a debt to pay,” answered John agreeably, “and I’m sent to start collecting.”
“What kind of debt?”
He shouldn’t have asked. He really shouldn’t have asked, but he knew so little of Jack’s past that the temptation to find out any new bit of information was just too strong. The question escaped his lips before he had even realized he was going to ask it.
“I guess you’d call it a life debt.”
Ianto compressed his lips together, knowing he shouldn’t be engaging Hart in conversation. A shiver ran down his spine despite the hot weather, and John’s smug grin didn’t help to comfort him.
“Life debt?” he asked grudgingly, his curiosity getting the better of him again.
“Yeah, you know, you take someone’s life as payment. Surely you’ve heard of such a thing?” laughed John.
“You sent that message?”
In hindsight, Ianto realized that he should have made a point of letting Jack know where he was going to be. At least then they’d know where to find the body…
“Of course. I also blocked your communication links. You lot just don’t learn.”
Ianto gripped the weapon tighter as John took a step toward him; he could feel his arms trembling slightly and fervently hoped that John wouldn’t notice. The self-proclaimed captain edged closer and Ianto took an involuntary step back, knowing he was showing weakness. If he didn’t get this situation turned around, and quickly, there was no telling what the cocky loose canon would do next.
“Take another step and I’ll shoot,” Ianto said forcefully.
“No, you won’t. You can’t shoot me; Jack wouldn’t like that,”
“Jack’s not here,” Ianto snarled.
“No, he’s not, is he? Well, then; I guess you can shoot me.”
Just pull the trigger -- that was all he had to do. Just curl his finger a little more tightly and Captain Hart would be in the dirt bleeding in a matter of seconds. The vibrant image appealed to Ianto on so many levels. He wanted it with such voraciousness that he could feel his temples beginning to pound, yet he couldn’t pull the trigger. He was frozen in place, powerless to do anything but watch John stalk toward him.
Inching another step back, he felt the hard brick behind him. Now he truly was trapped, yet he still didn’t pull the trigger.
“Now, this is going to hurt you,” John warned.
Ianto frowned, wondering what the man was talking about, before he felt pain explode in his side. The gun tumbled from his nerveless fingers as his knees gave way under him and he dropped, hard, his furious expression changing to one of disbelief.
And then there was nothing.
Pairing: Jack/Ianto kind of.
Rating: R
Summary: What lengths would you go to, get back who you are? What would you be prepared to do to know your name?
Beta: madtheo
Disclaimer: Ain't Mine.
Author's Notes: New Fic, is dark, is quite dark and has a sequel in the works. This started after I read the back of a film called Eden Log!! Weird film! Big thanks go to Madtheo who if I hadn't replied to my Beta post this wouldn't be as great as it is right now!!!
Chapter 1 - The Chase
Chapter 2 - 48 Hours Earlier
Chapter 3- The Return.
Past.
“Well, who else would it be, Eye Candy?”
“What are you doing here? Jack told you to leave!” Ianto said angrily.
“Oh, I did for a while, but…. well, I’m back now.”
Ianto glared at the Captain; he didn’t trust nor like this man at all. It was taking all of his restraint not to just fire off a shot and leave the man for dead.
“Why?” Ianto asked, not lowering his gun.
“Our dear Jack has a debt to pay,” answered John agreeably, “and I’m sent to start collecting.”
“What kind of debt?”
He shouldn’t have asked. He really shouldn’t have asked, but he knew so little of Jack’s past that the temptation to find out any new bit of information was just too strong. The question escaped his lips before he had even realized he was going to ask it.
“I guess you’d call it a life debt.”
Ianto compressed his lips together, knowing he shouldn’t be engaging Hart in conversation. A shiver ran down his spine despite the hot weather, and John’s smug grin didn’t help to comfort him.
“Life debt?” he asked grudgingly, his curiosity getting the better of him again.
“Yeah, you know, you take someone’s life as payment. Surely you’ve heard of such a thing?” laughed John.
“You sent that message?”
In hindsight, Ianto realized that he should have made a point of letting Jack know where he was going to be. At least then they’d know where to find the body…
“Of course. I also blocked your communication links. You lot just don’t learn.”
Ianto gripped the weapon tighter as John took a step toward him; he could feel his arms trembling slightly and fervently hoped that John wouldn’t notice. The self-proclaimed captain edged closer and Ianto took an involuntary step back, knowing he was showing weakness. If he didn’t get this situation turned around, and quickly, there was no telling what the cocky loose canon would do next.
“Take another step and I’ll shoot,” Ianto said forcefully.
“No, you won’t. You can’t shoot me; Jack wouldn’t like that,”
“Jack’s not here,” Ianto snarled.
“No, he’s not, is he? Well, then; I guess you can shoot me.”
Just pull the trigger -- that was all he had to do. Just curl his finger a little more tightly and Captain Hart would be in the dirt bleeding in a matter of seconds. The vibrant image appealed to Ianto on so many levels. He wanted it with such voraciousness that he could feel his temples beginning to pound, yet he couldn’t pull the trigger. He was frozen in place, powerless to do anything but watch John stalk toward him.
Inching another step back, he felt the hard brick behind him. Now he truly was trapped, yet he still didn’t pull the trigger.
“Now, this is going to hurt you,” John warned.
Ianto frowned, wondering what the man was talking about, before he felt pain explode in his side. The gun tumbled from his nerveless fingers as his knees gave way under him and he dropped, hard, his furious expression changing to one of disbelief.
And then there was nothing.