Fic: How Did You Know? (Torchwood Jack/Ianto PG)
Title: How Did You Know?
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none
Summary: Two Jack Harkness'... and both have a gun pointed at Ianto Jones. Which one is the real Jack?
Word Count: 913
Disclaimer: All rights belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I'm just finger-painting in someone else's masterpiece. No infringement intended.
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me. It's a little sad. Sorry!
Ianto stood on the roof of the building, loaded glock in each hand with the safety off held in opposite directions aimed at Jack Harkness standing on either side of him. His colleagues had just arrived on the roof, battered and bruised, bleeding and confused, their own weapons drawn. The wind was blowing, and rain was starting to splatter down around them. The night sky cast shadows everywhere.
“Which Jack is the real one, Ianto?” Gwen yelled, her head switching between them, terror on her face.
“Ianto, it's me!” the Jack his right hand was aiming at cried out. His hand tightened as his head swung over to look at the man who was speaking. “It's me, okay? Just put the gun down.”
“No, Ianto! Don't!” the other Jack commanded. Ianto's focus swung to the other Jack, and his left hand gripped hard. “Don't lower your gun on either of us.”
“Shut up, both of you,” Ianto demanded, his face scrunched up in anger. How dare Jack pull a weapon on him. “Gwen, Owen, Tosh. Just back off.”
“What? No!” Gwen refused, her gun switching between the two Jacks.
“Do as he says, Gwen,” the two Jacks say at the same time.
“Both of you, shut it,” Ianto gritted out. “Or I'll shoot you both, damn the consequences. Now, Gwen, Owen, Tosh, back off.” Ianto demanded.
Tosh lowered her weapon first, followed by Owen, who reached out and put a hand on Gwen's shoulder. She shrugged him off, but he pulled her back. Reluctantly, she lowered her weapon and the three of them stepped back.
“Right. Now. I don't know what you hope to accomplish,” Ianto started, “but it ends here and now.”
“You won't shoot me,” Jack on his right said, his gun on Ianto.
“Try me,” Ianto deadpanned.
“Ianto, don't shoot okay? We can talk about this,” Jack on his left pleaded.
“Ianto, it's me! I'm your Jack!” Ianto's head swung to the right as Jack begged. “I love you!”
Ianto shot the Jack on his right between the eyes. Jack flew backwards and landed on his back. He didn't get up. Ianto lowered both arms, panting. The others ran over to the Jack on the ground and watched in horror as it transformed from Jack into some green and brown scaled monster.
Ianto glanced at the Jack that was still standing there, his gun now hanging by his side, before he turned and left the roof, leaving everyone else to deal with the mess. Jack let him leave. Ianto was already in the front passenger seat of the SUV, looking out the window when everyone else climbed in for the ride back to the Hub.
Ianto was silent on the drive back. Owen and Jack carried the carcass in for the autopsy, Tosh got straight into researching whatever information she could dig up on Owen's results and Ianto didn't care what Gwen did as long as she left him alone.
Ianto headed straight to the archives, his safe haven. But after ten minutes, he gave up on doing any actual work and just sat down on the ground, leaning against the filing cabinet, his head in his hands as he replayed what had happened.
Two Jacks. Fuck. He could have died. Of course, if he'd shot the wrong Jack, well, the real Jack, he would have just come back to life. But he obviously didn't want to do that. He didn't want to cause the real Jack unnecessary pain. Ironic really. Considering it was what the wrong Jack had said that had caused him to pull the trigger anyway.
Sighing frustratedly, he got to his feet. He needed to get out of here. He needed... he needed air. He needed to not smell like gun powder.
Ianto made his way through the Hub and all the way to the Tourist Office before he heard it.
“Ianto?” He stopped. “You okay?”
He turned and saw Jack leaning on the doorframe of his alcove where his computer was kept in the Tourist Office. He must have been waiting for him to flee.
“Fine, sir. Just tired.” Ianto turned to leave again.
“I thought we might... debrief.”
Ianto sighed. “I'd rather not Jack,” he said softly. “Not tonight.”
Jack came around the desk of the office to stand behind Ianto. “I'm sorry. I never wanted to aim a gun at you again. Not after... you know.”
“Lisa,” Ianto breathed.
“Yes.”
Ianto nodded. “I know Jack. I'm just tired.”
Jack reached out and rubbed a hand up and down Ianto's back. “You sure you're okay?” Ianto nodded. “Anything I can do?” Ianto shook his head. “Sure you don't want any company tonight?”
“I wouldn't be much company myself,” Ianto looked back at his boss and offered a smile. “I'll see you tomorrow, sir.”
“If you need anything, you call okay? I don't care what time it is.” Ianto nodded, and started towards the door. “Hey, Ianto?”
Ianto made it to the door and was halfway out before he looked back at Jack.
“How did you know he wasn't me?”
“Oh.” Ianto swallowed. “I knew as soon as he said he loved me. Goodnight, sir.”
And Ianto closed the door, leaving Jack standing there, staring after him.
Sequel: I knew The Difference
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none
Summary: Two Jack Harkness'... and both have a gun pointed at Ianto Jones. Which one is the real Jack?
Word Count: 913
Disclaimer: All rights belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I'm just finger-painting in someone else's masterpiece. No infringement intended.
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me. It's a little sad. Sorry!
Ianto stood on the roof of the building, loaded glock in each hand with the safety off held in opposite directions aimed at Jack Harkness standing on either side of him. His colleagues had just arrived on the roof, battered and bruised, bleeding and confused, their own weapons drawn. The wind was blowing, and rain was starting to splatter down around them. The night sky cast shadows everywhere.
“Which Jack is the real one, Ianto?” Gwen yelled, her head switching between them, terror on her face.
“Ianto, it's me!” the Jack his right hand was aiming at cried out. His hand tightened as his head swung over to look at the man who was speaking. “It's me, okay? Just put the gun down.”
“No, Ianto! Don't!” the other Jack commanded. Ianto's focus swung to the other Jack, and his left hand gripped hard. “Don't lower your gun on either of us.”
“Shut up, both of you,” Ianto demanded, his face scrunched up in anger. How dare Jack pull a weapon on him. “Gwen, Owen, Tosh. Just back off.”
“What? No!” Gwen refused, her gun switching between the two Jacks.
“Do as he says, Gwen,” the two Jacks say at the same time.
“Both of you, shut it,” Ianto gritted out. “Or I'll shoot you both, damn the consequences. Now, Gwen, Owen, Tosh, back off.” Ianto demanded.
Tosh lowered her weapon first, followed by Owen, who reached out and put a hand on Gwen's shoulder. She shrugged him off, but he pulled her back. Reluctantly, she lowered her weapon and the three of them stepped back.
“Right. Now. I don't know what you hope to accomplish,” Ianto started, “but it ends here and now.”
“You won't shoot me,” Jack on his right said, his gun on Ianto.
“Try me,” Ianto deadpanned.
“Ianto, don't shoot okay? We can talk about this,” Jack on his left pleaded.
“Ianto, it's me! I'm your Jack!” Ianto's head swung to the right as Jack begged. “I love you!”
Ianto shot the Jack on his right between the eyes. Jack flew backwards and landed on his back. He didn't get up. Ianto lowered both arms, panting. The others ran over to the Jack on the ground and watched in horror as it transformed from Jack into some green and brown scaled monster.
Ianto glanced at the Jack that was still standing there, his gun now hanging by his side, before he turned and left the roof, leaving everyone else to deal with the mess. Jack let him leave. Ianto was already in the front passenger seat of the SUV, looking out the window when everyone else climbed in for the ride back to the Hub.
Ianto was silent on the drive back. Owen and Jack carried the carcass in for the autopsy, Tosh got straight into researching whatever information she could dig up on Owen's results and Ianto didn't care what Gwen did as long as she left him alone.
Ianto headed straight to the archives, his safe haven. But after ten minutes, he gave up on doing any actual work and just sat down on the ground, leaning against the filing cabinet, his head in his hands as he replayed what had happened.
Two Jacks. Fuck. He could have died. Of course, if he'd shot the wrong Jack, well, the real Jack, he would have just come back to life. But he obviously didn't want to do that. He didn't want to cause the real Jack unnecessary pain. Ironic really. Considering it was what the wrong Jack had said that had caused him to pull the trigger anyway.
Sighing frustratedly, he got to his feet. He needed to get out of here. He needed... he needed air. He needed to not smell like gun powder.
Ianto made his way through the Hub and all the way to the Tourist Office before he heard it.
“Ianto?” He stopped. “You okay?”
He turned and saw Jack leaning on the doorframe of his alcove where his computer was kept in the Tourist Office. He must have been waiting for him to flee.
“Fine, sir. Just tired.” Ianto turned to leave again.
“I thought we might... debrief.”
Ianto sighed. “I'd rather not Jack,” he said softly. “Not tonight.”
Jack came around the desk of the office to stand behind Ianto. “I'm sorry. I never wanted to aim a gun at you again. Not after... you know.”
“Lisa,” Ianto breathed.
“Yes.”
Ianto nodded. “I know Jack. I'm just tired.”
Jack reached out and rubbed a hand up and down Ianto's back. “You sure you're okay?” Ianto nodded. “Anything I can do?” Ianto shook his head. “Sure you don't want any company tonight?”
“I wouldn't be much company myself,” Ianto looked back at his boss and offered a smile. “I'll see you tomorrow, sir.”
“If you need anything, you call okay? I don't care what time it is.” Ianto nodded, and started towards the door. “Hey, Ianto?”
Ianto made it to the door and was halfway out before he looked back at Jack.
“How did you know he wasn't me?”
“Oh.” Ianto swallowed. “I knew as soon as he said he loved me. Goodnight, sir.”
And Ianto closed the door, leaving Jack standing there, staring after him.
Sequel: I knew The Difference