Right Here Waiting For You
Right Here Waiting For You - Chapter 7/19 by LilFerret
Fandom: Torchwood
Summary: Sometimes it takes almost losing someone to realize exactly what you have.
Rated: R/Mature
Categories: Drama, Romance
Characters/Ship: Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Sexual Situations
Completed: Yes
Word count: 1,508
Published: 03/06/12
Author Notes: This was originally meant as a cliché fic, however I wasn't able to get it finished in time. I am posting it in parts but at least half of the fic is written so far.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter List: ONE / TWO / THREE / FOUR / FIVE / SIX / SEVEN
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Right Here Waiting For You - Chapter 7
The next couple of weeks seemed to lead to more improvement in Ianto's memory. While he still didn't remember anything outright, his personality and behavioral traits were coming through in almost everything he did. From ensuring that the flat was spotless before leaving it for the day, to making sure he anticipated Jack's every need at the Hub, Ianto was returning slowly but surely.
Ianto had taken to his first day of retraining at Torchwood with a nod of the head and a small smile. Jack shouldn't have been surprised, really, as Ianto had always been a good employee. But if it had been him having to go through all of the training again, knowing that everyone else was aware he was learning it twice, he'd have been a lot less enthusiastic than Ianto. Yet the Welshman handled it all remarkably well, even if they'd had a mishap or two. It wasn't Jack's fault that weapons training was such a turn on, and Ianto wasn't saying no. And if anyone else asked, Gwen shouldn't have gone looking for them down there in the first place. Jack was quite sure she'd be scarred for life.
“Coffee's ready,” Ianto announced, indicating the boardroom behind him. “I do believe Jack wants to get this meeting started as soon as possible.”
“When did you get so bossy, Tea Boy?”
“Owen!” Toshiko scolded, frowning as she gathered her folders and made her way toward the meeting.
“Well he's being a prat!” Owen snarked, defending himself.
“I was simply informing you coffee was ready. But if you'd prefer to grab a cup from elsewhere...”
“I was referring to...oh, never mind.”
“Well I, for one, appreciate you, Ianto,” Gwen told him, planting a kiss on his cheek.
Ianto smiled and then frowned at Owen as he passed and Jack shook his head. If Ianto and Owen were back to throwing barbs at each other then maybe things wouldn't be so different after all.
“I made yours a double,” Ianto told him, stepping up next to him and lowering his lids to half-mast. “Thought you might like the extra bit of caffeine after your long morning.”
“How very considerate of you, Ianto,” Jack replied, the very male part of his anatomy twitching in response to Ianto's expression. Their long morning had consisted of a blow job from the Welshman's extremely talented mouth, followed by Ianto taking him roughly against the ladder leading up into Jack's office.
“I only want to please, sir.”
Jack barely bit back a groan. As Ianto started to pass him Jack grabbed his upper arm, yanking him closer until he could growl in his ear. “If you don't watch it I'm likely to spread you out over the boardroom table.”
“And traumatize Gwen further, sir? Tsk.”
Jack caught the wink as Ianto practically sashayed away, and had to clear his throat. It was going to be a long day.
tw tw tw tw tw
“This weekend, Jack?”
“That's what she said, Ianto.”
The Welshman's scowl was reminiscent of the man he'd known before the accident. He'd actually hoped that Ianto's condition would make things easier between brother and sister, but apparently it had only proved to reinforce the distance between them.
“She's only called me once since I've been home. Why the need to see me now?”
“Mending fences, perhaps?” Jack offered. Ianto seemed to consider that for a moment before placing another forkful of spaghetti into his mouth. “You two were never the best of friends, but I think she wants you to be in the kids' lives a little more. They grow up so fast, Ianto.”
Swallowing his bite Ianto wiped his mouth with his napkin. “You say that like a man with a past.”
Jack chuckled. “You could say that. I have a grown daughter and a young grandson. I barely get to see them.”
“I'm sorry, Jack.”
“No, don't be. It's my own fault, really. I let it drift. I could have made more of an effort but I never really tried.”
“There's still time. You said your grandson is young.”
Jack sighed, smiling softly. “There was bad blood between Alice's mother and me. She took my daughter from me when she was little. We've never really recovered from that.”
Ianto nodded in understanding, placing his fork down on his mostly empty plate. “I don't know the reasons behind my estrangement from my own family, but I imagine it can't be much better.”
“No, not really. You and Rhiannon were never close. Well, maybe when you were both much younger. But you grew apart when your parents died, and with Torchwood...”
“Not much time for family.”
“Exactly.”
“And she wants me over there for dinner on Sunday?”
“That's what she said. Well, actually,” he corrected, pushing his plate away, “she invited us both.”
Ianto's eyebrows went up. “Are you going to go?”
“Only if you want me there.”
“Of course I do, Jack,” Ianto replied, smiling gently. “I'm just surprised you'd be willing to go. You two had quite a row the last time she called.”
A row was a slight understatement. When Ianto had become frustrated talking to his sister over the telephone, Jack had taken it from him, tying to explain to her that Ianto was a bit tired and that it might be better if she waited a while before calling back. It was only his first week back home, after all, and he wasn't used to his sister's long-winded and extremely pushy style of conversation. What was said next would have burned the ears off a lesser man.
“She has a very colorful vocabulary,” Jack quipped, shaking his head. “I think I took the most offense to her accusing me of trying to steal her brother away.”
“She's jealous I'm with you.”
“She didn't even know who I was, Ianto. We'd never met until she came to the hospital. You telling her I was taking good care of you must have really thrown her for a loop. She thought I was just your boss. Anyway, the point is she wants us both to be there, and if it helps, I'm all for it.”
“I can't promise anything, Jack. She's very much still a stranger to me.”
“You've done well with the team.”
“And that took a bit of time. Getting used to Gwen's hovering, and Owen's insults. I think Tosh might be the most normal of them all. She and I have had some lovely chats.”
Jack smiled. “You and she were always the closest. Nothing much has changed there.”
Ianto slipped his hand into Jack's, holding it on the table. “So back to us,” he said, eyes sparkling with a mischief Jack was quickly getting used to. “Do you want to get dessert here, or have something sweet back at mine?”
“Ianto, there's no dessert at your flat.”
“I know.”
Jack's eyebrows shot up and he waived his hand for the waiter to bring their check.
tw tw tw tw tw
They sat in front of the small house in Ianto's car, but neither of them had made a move to so much as unbuckle a seat belt, much less get out of the vehicle. Jack could practically see the thoughts swirling around in Ianto's head.
“Delaying is just going to make it worse,” he said, squeezing Ianto's hand.
“I've just no idea what to say to her, Jack.”
“Say hello. Ask her how she's been.” Ianto rolled his eyes. “I know, that's not quite what you meant, but I'm serious, Ianto. She knows you have amnesia. She doesn't expect you to jump up and down with excitement to see them. Just keep it simple.”
“I tried that when she called, remember?”
“I know. But she was new to it all. I'm sure she's had a little more time to process things now.”
“If she insults you I can't promise not to react.”
Jack laughed. “My hero.”
After a few more moments they finally made their way to the front door. Jack knocked firmly on the wood, moving his other hand to the small of Ianto's back. His own small token of support.
When the door opened and a little girl peered out at them Jack smiled. “Hello, Mica.”
The girl's eyes widened and she turned to walk into the house. “Muuuuuuummmm! Uncle Ianto and the cradle robber are herrrreeee!”
Jack stole a glance at Ianto and winced. The man's expression was thunderous. “Breathe,” he whispered to him, rubbing small circles over his suit jacket. “It's okay.”
“No, it's not.”
They entered the house together and Jack shut the door behind them. He could only hope their visit didn't spiral further downhill.
Chapter 8
Comments and reviews always welcome and appreciated. ♥
Fandom: Torchwood
Summary: Sometimes it takes almost losing someone to realize exactly what you have.
Rated: R/Mature
Categories: Drama, Romance
Characters/Ship: Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Sexual Situations
Completed: Yes
Word count: 1,508
Published: 03/06/12
Author Notes: This was originally meant as a cliché fic, however I wasn't able to get it finished in time. I am posting it in parts but at least half of the fic is written so far.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter List: ONE / TWO / THREE / FOUR / FIVE / SIX / SEVEN
Over here at ff.net...
Right Here Waiting For You - Chapter 7
The next couple of weeks seemed to lead to more improvement in Ianto's memory. While he still didn't remember anything outright, his personality and behavioral traits were coming through in almost everything he did. From ensuring that the flat was spotless before leaving it for the day, to making sure he anticipated Jack's every need at the Hub, Ianto was returning slowly but surely.
Ianto had taken to his first day of retraining at Torchwood with a nod of the head and a small smile. Jack shouldn't have been surprised, really, as Ianto had always been a good employee. But if it had been him having to go through all of the training again, knowing that everyone else was aware he was learning it twice, he'd have been a lot less enthusiastic than Ianto. Yet the Welshman handled it all remarkably well, even if they'd had a mishap or two. It wasn't Jack's fault that weapons training was such a turn on, and Ianto wasn't saying no. And if anyone else asked, Gwen shouldn't have gone looking for them down there in the first place. Jack was quite sure she'd be scarred for life.
“Coffee's ready,” Ianto announced, indicating the boardroom behind him. “I do believe Jack wants to get this meeting started as soon as possible.”
“When did you get so bossy, Tea Boy?”
“Owen!” Toshiko scolded, frowning as she gathered her folders and made her way toward the meeting.
“Well he's being a prat!” Owen snarked, defending himself.
“I was simply informing you coffee was ready. But if you'd prefer to grab a cup from elsewhere...”
“I was referring to...oh, never mind.”
“Well I, for one, appreciate you, Ianto,” Gwen told him, planting a kiss on his cheek.
Ianto smiled and then frowned at Owen as he passed and Jack shook his head. If Ianto and Owen were back to throwing barbs at each other then maybe things wouldn't be so different after all.
“I made yours a double,” Ianto told him, stepping up next to him and lowering his lids to half-mast. “Thought you might like the extra bit of caffeine after your long morning.”
“How very considerate of you, Ianto,” Jack replied, the very male part of his anatomy twitching in response to Ianto's expression. Their long morning had consisted of a blow job from the Welshman's extremely talented mouth, followed by Ianto taking him roughly against the ladder leading up into Jack's office.
“I only want to please, sir.”
Jack barely bit back a groan. As Ianto started to pass him Jack grabbed his upper arm, yanking him closer until he could growl in his ear. “If you don't watch it I'm likely to spread you out over the boardroom table.”
“And traumatize Gwen further, sir? Tsk.”
Jack caught the wink as Ianto practically sashayed away, and had to clear his throat. It was going to be a long day.
tw tw tw tw tw
“This weekend, Jack?”
“That's what she said, Ianto.”
The Welshman's scowl was reminiscent of the man he'd known before the accident. He'd actually hoped that Ianto's condition would make things easier between brother and sister, but apparently it had only proved to reinforce the distance between them.
“She's only called me once since I've been home. Why the need to see me now?”
“Mending fences, perhaps?” Jack offered. Ianto seemed to consider that for a moment before placing another forkful of spaghetti into his mouth. “You two were never the best of friends, but I think she wants you to be in the kids' lives a little more. They grow up so fast, Ianto.”
Swallowing his bite Ianto wiped his mouth with his napkin. “You say that like a man with a past.”
Jack chuckled. “You could say that. I have a grown daughter and a young grandson. I barely get to see them.”
“I'm sorry, Jack.”
“No, don't be. It's my own fault, really. I let it drift. I could have made more of an effort but I never really tried.”
“There's still time. You said your grandson is young.”
Jack sighed, smiling softly. “There was bad blood between Alice's mother and me. She took my daughter from me when she was little. We've never really recovered from that.”
Ianto nodded in understanding, placing his fork down on his mostly empty plate. “I don't know the reasons behind my estrangement from my own family, but I imagine it can't be much better.”
“No, not really. You and Rhiannon were never close. Well, maybe when you were both much younger. But you grew apart when your parents died, and with Torchwood...”
“Not much time for family.”
“Exactly.”
“And she wants me over there for dinner on Sunday?”
“That's what she said. Well, actually,” he corrected, pushing his plate away, “she invited us both.”
Ianto's eyebrows went up. “Are you going to go?”
“Only if you want me there.”
“Of course I do, Jack,” Ianto replied, smiling gently. “I'm just surprised you'd be willing to go. You two had quite a row the last time she called.”
A row was a slight understatement. When Ianto had become frustrated talking to his sister over the telephone, Jack had taken it from him, tying to explain to her that Ianto was a bit tired and that it might be better if she waited a while before calling back. It was only his first week back home, after all, and he wasn't used to his sister's long-winded and extremely pushy style of conversation. What was said next would have burned the ears off a lesser man.
“She has a very colorful vocabulary,” Jack quipped, shaking his head. “I think I took the most offense to her accusing me of trying to steal her brother away.”
“She's jealous I'm with you.”
“She didn't even know who I was, Ianto. We'd never met until she came to the hospital. You telling her I was taking good care of you must have really thrown her for a loop. She thought I was just your boss. Anyway, the point is she wants us both to be there, and if it helps, I'm all for it.”
“I can't promise anything, Jack. She's very much still a stranger to me.”
“You've done well with the team.”
“And that took a bit of time. Getting used to Gwen's hovering, and Owen's insults. I think Tosh might be the most normal of them all. She and I have had some lovely chats.”
Jack smiled. “You and she were always the closest. Nothing much has changed there.”
Ianto slipped his hand into Jack's, holding it on the table. “So back to us,” he said, eyes sparkling with a mischief Jack was quickly getting used to. “Do you want to get dessert here, or have something sweet back at mine?”
“Ianto, there's no dessert at your flat.”
“I know.”
Jack's eyebrows shot up and he waived his hand for the waiter to bring their check.
tw tw tw tw tw
They sat in front of the small house in Ianto's car, but neither of them had made a move to so much as unbuckle a seat belt, much less get out of the vehicle. Jack could practically see the thoughts swirling around in Ianto's head.
“Delaying is just going to make it worse,” he said, squeezing Ianto's hand.
“I've just no idea what to say to her, Jack.”
“Say hello. Ask her how she's been.” Ianto rolled his eyes. “I know, that's not quite what you meant, but I'm serious, Ianto. She knows you have amnesia. She doesn't expect you to jump up and down with excitement to see them. Just keep it simple.”
“I tried that when she called, remember?”
“I know. But she was new to it all. I'm sure she's had a little more time to process things now.”
“If she insults you I can't promise not to react.”
Jack laughed. “My hero.”
After a few more moments they finally made their way to the front door. Jack knocked firmly on the wood, moving his other hand to the small of Ianto's back. His own small token of support.
When the door opened and a little girl peered out at them Jack smiled. “Hello, Mica.”
The girl's eyes widened and she turned to walk into the house. “Muuuuuuummmm! Uncle Ianto and the cradle robber are herrrreeee!”
Jack stole a glance at Ianto and winced. The man's expression was thunderous. “Breathe,” he whispered to him, rubbing small circles over his suit jacket. “It's okay.”
“No, it's not.”
They entered the house together and Jack shut the door behind them. He could only hope their visit didn't spiral further downhill.
Chapter 8
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