Drabble: Close to God
Title: Close to God
Author: mercury_pheonix
Characters/Pairings: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness (Jack/Ianto)
Rating: R - sexual situations and swears.
Challenge: tw100 Challenge #159: Reverse Fandom - Lost. Episode Title: Man of Science, Man of God.
Summary: Ianto dabbles.
A/N: Inspired by a line from the audiobook "In The Shadows" regarding Ianto's religious persuasions.
Close to God
"You're a believer?"
Ianto shrugged.
"I dabble."
~ "In The Shadows"
Ianto dabbles.
He dabbles in Jack; he dabbles in religion.
They’re really not so different.
Ianto can never know Jack, as he can never know God.
Jack cannot be defined by science.
There are so many reasons not to believe, and yet it’s so damned simple.
Jack had commented on the tiny silver cross slung around his neck, his lips meeting cold metal questioningly.
It’s not particularly holy, is it - my cock up your ass?
But there’s a difference between holy and faith.
Ianto doesn’t need churches to believe.
Fucking Jack is as close to God as he'll ever get.
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Note: Quite unrelated to this fic, but I've been meaning to say it for a while. I read many fics where either Jack uses British colloquialisms or pronunciations or Ianto uses American colloquialisms or pronunciations. I try my level best to give them their right accents, which means it is a mixture of the two. As such, Jack saying "ass" in this fic was very deliberate; if it had been Ianto saying that line, it would be written as "arse". I just like to clear that up.
Author: mercury_pheonix
Characters/Pairings: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness (Jack/Ianto)
Rating: R - sexual situations and swears.
Challenge: tw100 Challenge #159: Reverse Fandom - Lost. Episode Title: Man of Science, Man of God.
Summary: Ianto dabbles.
A/N: Inspired by a line from the audiobook "In The Shadows" regarding Ianto's religious persuasions.
Close to God
"You're a believer?"
Ianto shrugged.
"I dabble."
~ "In The Shadows"
Ianto dabbles.
He dabbles in Jack; he dabbles in religion.
They’re really not so different.
Ianto can never know Jack, as he can never know God.
Jack cannot be defined by science.
There are so many reasons not to believe, and yet it’s so damned simple.
Jack had commented on the tiny silver cross slung around his neck, his lips meeting cold metal questioningly.
It’s not particularly holy, is it - my cock up your ass?
But there’s a difference between holy and faith.
Ianto doesn’t need churches to believe.
Fucking Jack is as close to God as he'll ever get.
x
x
Note: Quite unrelated to this fic, but I've been meaning to say it for a while. I read many fics where either Jack uses British colloquialisms or pronunciations or Ianto uses American colloquialisms or pronunciations. I try my level best to give them their right accents, which means it is a mixture of the two. As such, Jack saying "ass" in this fic was very deliberate; if it had been Ianto saying that line, it would be written as "arse". I just like to clear that up.