Blood - Cont.
Title: Blood - Continued
Author: Me
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Characters: Jack, Ianto, PC Andy (yey!)
Rating: Bit angsty, bad language too.
Summery: Jack and Ianto get interupted trying to talk about their day.
Spoilers: Mostly first series 1, Day One, Cyberwoman especially.
A/N this was made for the guys over at tw3_fan_writers who helped me. Thank you for the conversation and I hope you like! Oh it's breaking my heart writing this lol!
“Talk away then, Ianto. That’s what I came here for.”
“Doesn’t look like it.” Ianto gestured over to the coffee table.
“Huh, I give that impression don’t I?”
Jack swivelled his legs over Ianto’s head and moved to sit next to Ianto on the floor. He prized the stopwatch out of Ianto’s grasp and held his hand.
“Jack, I’m sorry I shot you.” Ianto looked at Jack, his blue eyes looked desperately sad.
“It’s ok, worst has happened to me.” Jack chuckled slightly looking around the flat. It was decorated sparingly, white walls throughout, soft blue settees with matching blue ornaments scattered around, there were three blue picture frames on the wall each holding a different picture of Ianto and Lisa.
“Nice place.”
Ianto looked back at Jack before looking around the room, “Lisa’s favourite colour, blue. I wanted it all done for when she’s better. Now she’s not going to see it at all.”
“I’m sorry.” Jack didn’t know what to say, he knew the words ‘I’m sorry’ didn’t mean much, he just hoped that Ianto, may just believe him.
“No you’re not,” Ianto got interrupted, there was a bang on the door along with four rings of the doorbell.
Jack rose, walking to the door, he picked up his coat and threw it over to the coffee table covering the assortment of Torchwood’s finest weapons. Ianto moved onto the settee, settling down, trying to look convincing.
“Mr. Jones, it’s the police, open up. Just want to have a word.” Came from behind the door.
Jack nodded at him before opening the door.
The door opened, revealing a tall policeman, his hair a mousey brown and scruffy. “Ah, Mr. Jones, I have received some complaints about a gun shot. Can I talk to you about it?”
“It’s Harkness actually, Captain Jack Harkness.”
“PC Andy Davidson. Hang on, do I know you?”
“Who doesn’t?” Jack chuckled, gesturing with his hand to move into the Kitchen area.
Jack shut the door and followed Andy to the Kitchen table where he put down his hat.
“You were with Gwen, Gwen Cooper, that day with the nightclub, the man that got turned into dust, that was you there.”
“Yeah.”
“So Gwen works with you now?”
The pleasant conversation was interrupted as Ianto walked into the room, hands placed behind his back.
“I’m Mr. Jones, sir.” Ianto said as he sat down at the table opposite to Jack, next to Andy.
“Right, yes. Well we got a call from No 65 and 67 about a gun shot. They believe it happened outside your flat after some sort of argument.”
“Ianto,” jack started, looking over past Andy, “did you hear a gun shot?”
“No Jack, I didn’t,” Ianto’s stare moved down to Jack’s shirt however; it was slightly bloody with a hole through to where there should be a hole through his skin.
Andy caught his gaze and followed it back to Jack, how had he not noticed that before, “that looks like a bullet hole, Captain.” Andy questioned nodding to the hole in his shirt.
“Ah, no that’s not a bullet hole,” Jack pulled on the shirt, tearing the hole bigger, “do I look like a bullet went in there?”
“So can you explain to me how you got that hole in your shirt?”
“Nope, sorry.”
“Right.” Andy signed, he looked from Jack to Ianto and back again, it looked like he interrupted something.
“Shall I escort you to the door?” Ianto asked, moving to stand up.
“Yeah, sure. Sorry for interrupting Captain.” Andy nodded and followed Ianto to the door.
Ianto opened the door and watched as Andy walked out, hat under his arm in that policeman way.
Andy looked at the number on Ianto’s door, smiling slightly to himself, “No. 69, that’s erm, unfortunate.”
“Goodbye sir.” With that Ianto shut the door.
Jack had moved from the kitchen to the hall to meet Ianto, “He’s got a point, that’s a rather unfortunate number.”
Ianto shook his head in a dismissive way and walked into the lounge. He picked up the greatcoat on the coffee table and hung it back up.
Jack sat on the sofa, looking down at what he had brought with him. He really didn’t think he would have to use anything on that table but he had to be ready, he didn’t know what Ianto might have done, until he got shot.
“Where does the bullet go?” Ianto had sat down on the floor, back where he was before the policeman came.
“Sorry?” Jack looked down at Ianto.
“Where does the bullet go once it’s inside your body? Does it just float around or what?”
Jack chuckled at the question, but when he thought about it, it was actually a bit good question, “I’ve never thought about it like that before.”
“So you don’t know?”
“No, but put it this way, I don’t bleep when I go through metal detectors.”
Silence fell over the flat, neither man talked for several minutes, they ticked by easily, it could have been at least half an hour until Ianto spoke again.
“I miss her.”
“I know.”
“I love her.”
“I know.”
“She’s gone.”
“I know.”
Ianto was staring at the ceiling, the smooth white finish was like a cinema screen, it showed Ianto’s memories, he could see him and Lisa, playing around, joking, dating, walking into the Torchwood Tower, kissing quickly before Ianto went to the lift, Ianto running from the Cybermen shouting Lisa’s name, Ianto finding Lisa, picking her up, holding her, hearing her scream.
The scream echoed in his mind, ringing in his ears.
“Ianto,” Jack started, he slid off the sofa, settling next to Ianto on the floor, “do you want to forget?”
“No, Jack, I don’t.”
“Listen to me, one tablet will let you forget this day, two will let you forget Torchwood Cardiff, three will let you forget Torchwood London. You can start over, Ianto, forget the last two years, forget Torchwood, forget me.” What was Jack saying? He didn’t want to lose Ianto.
“I don’t want to forget,” Ianto could feel anger swelling inside him, “I never want to forget Lisa. Or what you did to her.”
Jack found himself unable to talk, he just looked at Ianto.
“I will never forget what you did to her. How you left her to die with... with Myfawny!”
“Ianto-”
“No Jack, shut it, you’ve said enough,” Ianto stood up and started pacing, he could feel Jack’s stare.
The room went silent again, this time it was more uncomfortable, they were stuck in this room together. Ianto seemed to have an aura around him Jack noticed as he watched Ianto move from one side of the room to the other. His movements were frantic, like something was overtaking him; Jack knew that he would burst at any moment like he did at the Hub.
Ianto’s anger built up more inside him; he moved his hands to his head, back to his sides, to his head again, touching the fake fireplace every time he walked past it. He was shaking he could feel it; he could also feel Jack’s eyes on him. He had done this back at the Hub but this time he had nowhere to run.
Jack was getting nervous of what Ianto was going to do, he fidgeted on the floor restlessly.
“You can go.” Ianto snapped.
“I’m not moving until this is sorted out.”
“Right.”
Ianto started to move again this time in the direction of the Kitchen. Jack watched until he was out of eye-line then got up.
When Jack entered the Kitchen, Ianto had already poured a glass of whiskey and was beginning to swig quite large amounts from the glass.
“Yan, what are you doing?”
“I’m going to get drunk, fall asleep, with all my memories intact,” Ianto looked up at Jack, fear returning to his eyes, “then when I wake up you’ll be gone.”
“You don’t want me here, do you? You’re just putting up with me because I’m your boss, is that it?” Jack watched as Ianto filled up another glass.
“Something like that, yeah.” Ianto picked up the bottle of whiskey and glass and moved back into the lounge.
“Do I get a glass?” Jack asked him.
Ianto sat, finished off the glass and sat it down on a coaster on the coffee table, still holding onto the bottle, “You don’t deserve anything. You pointed a gun at my head, you told me to kill my girlfriend, you ordered me to kill my love, then you killed her in front of me before I had a chance. You’re a monster, Jack.”
“She was a threat to the world. She was a Cyberman, there’s no cure. She would rebuild the army and I would have lost more!”
“You lost someone at Canary Wharf?”
“Her name was Rose, Rose Tyler.” Jack smiled faintly, seeing her face echo in his mind, “I didn’t want to lose you or anyone else on the team because of a Cyberman!”
“You would have lost me if you shot me, think about it Jack, your finger was on that trigger, the safety was off, one slip and I’d be dead.”
“I would have lost you before that.” Jack confessed.
Ianto looked up out of the bottle to Jack.
“Ianto, you were unconscious, Lisa threw you across the Hub, you landed in the water, I thought I had lost you then.”
A spark of the moment that Jack had kissed him came into Ianto’s mind.
“You kissed me!” Ianto screeched throwing the bottle of whiskey at Jack, who managed to protect himself by raising his hands over his head and ducking to one side just in time to watch it fly past him into the wall.
Whiskey and glass slid down the white wall. Jack lowered his hands and looked at Ianto.
Ianto had cracked; his knees gave away and fell onto the floor with a loud thud. He slumped against the sofa.
“Ianto, I’m sorry, maybe I shouldn’t’ve but I needed you alive.”
“You didn’t have to fucking kiss me! Even in life or death situations Jack fucking Harkness still manages to fit in a snog!”
“It wasn’t like that. With that kiss, it’s something to do with my whole eternal life thing, I seem to be able to bring people out of unconsciousness with kisses if I channel my energy into it. You would have died, you would’ve drowned.”
Ianto didn’t move, tears were rolling down his face.
“Ianto?”
Ianto’s shoulders faulted and he burst into harder sobs, he curled into a ball and rocked slowly, his knees held close to him chin.
Jack stood watching Ianto, he couldn’t move, he had done this all wrong, this isn’t what he came here to do. He wanted Ianto to be happy with his presence, instead he had pushed Ianto further away.
Ianto couldn’t think straight, images of the whole day flashed inside his head, even with his eyes open he could see Lisa and him happy outside Canary Wharf eating lunch just chatting about nothing sharing a packet of Big Eat Monster Munch, pickled onion flavour.
“Don’t worry about your breathe Yan, just kiss me, I’m sure I stink too, I’ve had just as many as you.” Lisa kissed him, it was soft and slow.
But something happened, the image shattered and he could feel water lapping over his body, he was being dragged.
“Ianto,” Jack kissed him hard, holding onto him, hoping for life.
“Lisa!” Ianto shouted, whimpering with the intensity of his voice, it was hoarse, this mouth was so dry yet his face was covered in wet tears.
Jack stood back up, in the time Ianto had been crying, Jack had got a plastic bag and had been picking up the shards of glass, “Ianto?”
He went rushing over to Ianto, he was sweating but cold, Jack gathered him in his arms, holding him rocking him softly. Tears began to roll down his face.
Ianto fell asleep crying, Jack placed him on the sofa before clearing up the rest of glass. He wrote a note, picked up the things on the coffee table and put on his coat. He took one final look at Ianto before shutting the door behind him.
**
“Jack?” Ianto looked around him; it was dark in his flat.
Ianto grasped for the lamp and turned in on, the flat was empty, Ianto was on his own. He saw the note on the table; he sat up and reached out for it.
Ianto,
I’m sorry about today. I really am. And I know I made it worst by following you, I should have left you, so that’s what I’ve done.
I cleared up the glass as best I could, didn’t want to disturb you with the hover so tread carefully.
Don’t come in tomorrow, give it a week OK? Just relax.
All my love, Jack.