Fic: One man among millions
Title: One man among millions
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Master
Rating: 15 for violence?
Warnings: Angst, CD,
Summary: "Jack had been on the Valiant for one hundred and forty days, four hours, thirty six minutes and roughly fifty five seconds when the Master found Ianto Jones amongst the resistance groups and bought him aboard."
*Set during the Year That Never Was
Written for
erin_giles who prompted me tattoo. Hope you like hun :)
Beta'd by the amazing madtheo and
temporal_witch who both gave quick turnarounds
***
“You're on my heart, just like a tattoo,” Tattoo, Jordin Sparks.
Jack had been on the Valiant for one hundred and forty days, four hours, thirty six minutes and roughly fifty five seconds when the Master found Ianto Jones amongst the resistance groups and bought him aboard. It was another thirty days, thirteen hours and fifty six minutes before the Master bought Ianto Jones in to see him. Jack had been prepared for Ianto not to look his best and although he was bloodied and bruised, in obvious pain, that wonderful spark of defiance in his eyes was still there for all to see.
Day after day, the Master tortured the young man in front of Jack, and day after day, Ianto remained silent and passive during his torture, his stormy blue eyes remaining locked on Jack's saying I forgive you, it's not your fault and always ending with I love you.
Ianto's silent strength gave Jack the courage to watch the scene in front of him day after day - never breaking, never speaking aloud words, never struggling against his bonds because that would mean the Master had won and Ianto's pain would be for nothing. He wanted nothing more than to hold Ianto through the pain of slow moving poison specially designed to keep the prisoner alive whilst it ran its course, rip the Master apart bit by bit as he slowly marred Ianto's skin with cuts and bruises that bled long after Ianto had lost consciousness, crush the soldiers who dared joke and laugh as Ianto lay crying, bleeding, coughing or unconscious without lifting a finger to help, or cover Ianto's ears to the harsh words spilling from the Master's mouth, tarnishing every memory Ianto held dear from Jack to his father to even Lisa.
In the end, the Master got bored of his plaything and his pitiful cries, bored of the blatant disregard that Jack showed through the torture of his lover and bored of the never-ending silent conversation between the two men, none of which the Master could put a stop to.
Ianto Jones had been on the Valiant for one hundred and forty one days, six hours, ten minutes and roughly fifty nine seconds when the Master finally took his life.
It wasn't a quick death. Neither had expected it to be, but Jack was prepared and had been for the past one hundred and forty one days. Jack held Ianto's painful gaze from the Master's first slice into Ianto's Achilles tendon until the the very last cut across his heart when the life literally ebbed out of Ianto's eyes like the blood from his wounds.
And when it was done, it wasn't even Ianto's death that broke Jack. He'd seen numerous acquaintances, friends, lovers killed before him over his long life, more so in the last two hundred and eighty days; Andy, Gwen, Owen, Toshiko, Rhys, Kathy, Steven, Alice, David and more names swirled round and round his head. The difference this time was the number the Master had tattooed personally across the pale welsh skin after the corpse had finished bleeding out.
456,234,345
Death was an escape; a relief, yes. But in the end, after all the lives he had saved, touched and celebrated, after all he had given of himself, his mind, body and heart, to help save the world, to save Jack - Ianto Jones was just another number among millions.
[FIN.]
Counter: 3/10 prompt fics finished.
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Master
Rating: 15 for violence?
Warnings: Angst, CD,
Summary: "Jack had been on the Valiant for one hundred and forty days, four hours, thirty six minutes and roughly fifty five seconds when the Master found Ianto Jones amongst the resistance groups and bought him aboard."
*Set during the Year That Never Was
Written for
erin_giles who prompted me tattoo. Hope you like hun :)
Beta'd by the amazing madtheo and
temporal_witch who both gave quick turnarounds
***
“You're on my heart, just like a tattoo,” Tattoo, Jordin Sparks.
Jack had been on the Valiant for one hundred and forty days, four hours, thirty six minutes and roughly fifty five seconds when the Master found Ianto Jones amongst the resistance groups and bought him aboard. It was another thirty days, thirteen hours and fifty six minutes before the Master bought Ianto Jones in to see him. Jack had been prepared for Ianto not to look his best and although he was bloodied and bruised, in obvious pain, that wonderful spark of defiance in his eyes was still there for all to see.
Day after day, the Master tortured the young man in front of Jack, and day after day, Ianto remained silent and passive during his torture, his stormy blue eyes remaining locked on Jack's saying I forgive you, it's not your fault and always ending with I love you.
Ianto's silent strength gave Jack the courage to watch the scene in front of him day after day - never breaking, never speaking aloud words, never struggling against his bonds because that would mean the Master had won and Ianto's pain would be for nothing. He wanted nothing more than to hold Ianto through the pain of slow moving poison specially designed to keep the prisoner alive whilst it ran its course, rip the Master apart bit by bit as he slowly marred Ianto's skin with cuts and bruises that bled long after Ianto had lost consciousness, crush the soldiers who dared joke and laugh as Ianto lay crying, bleeding, coughing or unconscious without lifting a finger to help, or cover Ianto's ears to the harsh words spilling from the Master's mouth, tarnishing every memory Ianto held dear from Jack to his father to even Lisa.
In the end, the Master got bored of his plaything and his pitiful cries, bored of the blatant disregard that Jack showed through the torture of his lover and bored of the never-ending silent conversation between the two men, none of which the Master could put a stop to.
Ianto Jones had been on the Valiant for one hundred and forty one days, six hours, ten minutes and roughly fifty nine seconds when the Master finally took his life.
It wasn't a quick death. Neither had expected it to be, but Jack was prepared and had been for the past one hundred and forty one days. Jack held Ianto's painful gaze from the Master's first slice into Ianto's Achilles tendon until the the very last cut across his heart when the life literally ebbed out of Ianto's eyes like the blood from his wounds.
And when it was done, it wasn't even Ianto's death that broke Jack. He'd seen numerous acquaintances, friends, lovers killed before him over his long life, more so in the last two hundred and eighty days; Andy, Gwen, Owen, Toshiko, Rhys, Kathy, Steven, Alice, David and more names swirled round and round his head. The difference this time was the number the Master had tattooed personally across the pale welsh skin after the corpse had finished bleeding out.
456,234,345
Death was an escape; a relief, yes. But in the end, after all the lives he had saved, touched and celebrated, after all he had given of himself, his mind, body and heart, to help save the world, to save Jack - Ianto Jones was just another number among millions.
[FIN.]
Counter: 3/10 prompt fics finished.