Fic: A Normal Life
Title: A Normal Life
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Written for redismycolourday 23 song prompt
Summary: “I thought I'd marry Lisa next year, perhaps move back to Wales and buy a house together,”
A/N: Not to sure about the style, but yeah. We'll see what you all think.
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“I thought I'd marry Lisa next year, perhaps move back to Wales and we'd buy a house together,” Ianto stared at his reflection in the mirror, running a hand through his dark hair; it desperately needed a cut. “maybe a couple of kids. We couldn't leave Torchwood entirely, but we could have managed if we needed too.” 'God, my eyes look so old,' he thought randomly, running a single finger over the dark bags under his eyes. “Live the normal life I always expected; the life my parents wanted for me.” He sighed sadly. “We worked for Queen and Country, but was it worth it in the end? Worth watching the Cybermen slaughter my colleagues, my friends and my lover?” Ianto stopped suddenly, closing his eyes as a lump rose higher up his throat threatening to choke him. I felt like I was walking on thin ice, only taking so much before I shattered completely, Two large familiar hands gently placed themselves on his shoulders, squeezing slightly and giving so much in their silence. “Then you came along,” Ianto's eyes flickered open into the mirror and met with the Captain's own stormy grey eyes. “You gave me meaning again; kept me going when all I wanted to do was curl up and hide until it'd all gone away.” Jack's hands moved lower, encircling the younger man in his arms, and giving him silent support which he so desperately needed; craved. “Thank you.” he whispered finally.
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Written for redismycolourday 23 song prompt
Summary: “I thought I'd marry Lisa next year, perhaps move back to Wales and buy a house together,”
A/N: Not to sure about the style, but yeah. We'll see what you all think.
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“I thought I'd marry Lisa next year, perhaps move back to Wales and we'd buy a house together,” Ianto stared at his reflection in the mirror, running a hand through his dark hair; it desperately needed a cut. “maybe a couple of kids. We couldn't leave Torchwood entirely, but we could have managed if we needed too.” 'God, my eyes look so old,' he thought randomly, running a single finger over the dark bags under his eyes. “Live the normal life I always expected; the life my parents wanted for me.” He sighed sadly. “We worked for Queen and Country, but was it worth it in the end? Worth watching the Cybermen slaughter my colleagues, my friends and my lover?” Ianto stopped suddenly, closing his eyes as a lump rose higher up his throat threatening to choke him. I felt like I was walking on thin ice, only taking so much before I shattered completely, Two large familiar hands gently placed themselves on his shoulders, squeezing slightly and giving so much in their silence. “Then you came along,” Ianto's eyes flickered open into the mirror and met with the Captain's own stormy grey eyes. “You gave me meaning again; kept me going when all I wanted to do was curl up and hide until it'd all gone away.” Jack's hands moved lower, encircling the younger man in his arms, and giving him silent support which he so desperately needed; craved. “Thank you.” he whispered finally.