More Than Clear, I'm Still Here (Series: Fading Yourself)
TITLE: More Than Clear, I'm Still Here (8/?)
AUTHOR: naddypants
RATING: 15
CHARACTERS: Jack/Ianto, team.
SUMMARY: Just when you thought everything was going to be okay.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Enjoy, and don't forget, comments are loved and always appreciated.
DISCLAIMER: This is a piece of fan fiction, I own nothing, no money is being made from this and no harm is intended. Fanfictions can be removed and/or deleted if needed. Torchwood belongs to the BBC and Russell T Davies. Thank you.
Prologue-y thing be here: http://naddypants.livejournal.com/4019.html
Chapter 1: http://naddypants.livejournal.com/4125.html#cutid1
Chapter 2: http://naddypants.livejournal.com/4498.html
Chapter 3: http://naddypants.livejournal.com/4790.html#cutid1
Chapter 4: http://naddypants.livejournal.com/4938.html
Chapter 5: http://naddypants.livejournal.com/5338.html
Chapter 6: http://naddypants.livejournal.com/5435.html
Interlude: http://naddypants.livejournal.com/5679.html
Chapter 7: http://naddypants.livejournal.com/6163.html
Dedicated to the always awesome just_being_me08 for betaing this for me, that and all the support she's given me for this series, so this one's for you! And everyone else who's been reading this series. I thank you!
He groaned and lifted it, taking into consideration that it was his text ringtone (the rather tastefully chosen, "Log, log, log" from Ren & Stimpy) and not the calling tone (the not-so-tastefully chosen The Sex Has Made Me Stupid by Robots In Disguise) as he flipped it over to peer at the screen, instead of throwing it against the nearest wall and watching it splinter into a hundred pieces as he so wanted to do. It was from Ianto apparently.
His heart lept into action, pounding at a pace similar to that of a racing horse in full sprint. Ianto, the amazing disappearing boy, had just texted him.
He hoped desperately it wasn't that text Ianto had claimed to send the previous week to alert him of the fact dinner was going to be late, which Jack had subsequently never received.
The small item started to vibrate in his hand, like a tempermental child whining at no longer being the focus of attention, reminding him that he had a message that needed reading, and soon, as his mind suddenly began to race.
One Message Received
Ianto ;)
Read Delete
He prodded the touch screen, sort of between the Read and Delete options and nearly screamed as the phone confirmed that the message was now deleted. "NO! NO!!! NOT NOW! NO!!! ARGH!!!" He stood up sharply, his chair toppling over as he panicked, one hand holding the phone, the other waving at the screen, hoping desperately the message would come back, an expression of comic horror etched across his now slack-jaw face.
He let out a groan of anger as he remembered telling Ianto specifically that he wanted the touch screen phone that had just betrayed him.
"And not another one of those bloody Motorola flip up things. I want that one from the sexy add"
Ianto had smirked, wondering how Jack had even remembered that from the night previous when he couldn't remember his own name for half an hour after their mindblowing...nevermind, he thought as he realised he was beginning to blush.
"The screen'll be out in a week Jack. They're crap. You have to re-configure them like every day"
"I don't care, I just want one of those ones with a funky touch screen"
"As you wish..."
"I love you"
"I know you do," he'd sighed, turning out of the office and making his way out into yet another summer storm to purchase Jack a new phone, pondering over the merits of Jack's efforts to make him feel wanted. Jack had known that expression instantly as he watched Ianto pace across the Plass on his way into town, the lapels of his coat pulled up around his neck.
"What I wouldn't give to see him in that coat again..." He whispered to himself, still glaring wide eyed at the phone which had just deleted his only hope that Ianto was still out there, somewhere.
"Fuck!" He spluttered, spilling coffee all over his hand, scalding it severely as he bent over to pick up his chair. He didn't even know the coffee had been there in the first place. Today just wasn't his day, and John wasn't even in work yet...
"Excuse me?" A head popped round the door looking rather confused.
"Ah Sabine, nothing to worry about, just burnt myself, nothing to worry about. Say, what do you know about retrieving texts you've just deleted by accident?"
"I really should take a look at that burn-" She said, the concern on her face evident as she saw the blistered flesh on Jack's hand.
"I'll be fine, as I was saying-"
"Em, yeah, not a lot," her expression changing as she noted the skin start to heal, but thought better of saying anything. Life was more interesting the more enigmatic her colleages were in her opinion. "Why's this text so important?"
"It's from Ianto," he said simply but seriously, putting extra emphasis on the young man's name.
********
Bugger.
He scrunched his eyes shut and rolled over, surprised he'd gotten any sleep at all, but now he had, he wished he hadn't. He'd just gotten to the point where exhaustion had melted into wide-awakeness, and now he was right back into the midst of exhaustion.
He decided to take a look at his phone, hoping for some sort of response from Jack as he glanced at the screen to find nothing.
No bother, he thought. "I'll just text him again. Failing that I'll log onto the accounts. I don't see why I didn't do it before," he said aloud, mentally adding those things to his "To-do" list.
"Who are you talking to Ianto?"
"No one Aoife, just clearing my head"
"Okay. Is it okay if I watch CBBC?"
"Go ahead," he said, knowing that would keep her entertained for long enough for Ianto to have the shower he so badly needed.
********
"Should I text him back? What if someone's just using his phone? What if it's just that message that didn't come-"
"Jack?"
"Hmm?"
"You're pacing. Oh, and you're talking to yourself. And to top it all off, you might want to take a look at the police file for Ianto"
"Em...I don't know whether or not to say thanks John," he said, half-nodding in appreciation.
"I can triangulate the location of where the text was sent and retrieve it, if you want. But I suggest replying to it"
********
Something odd happened as Ianto was washing his hair.
He could feel the water and the soap running across internal organs, almost like his skin wasn't there anymore. He glanced down, and everything appeared normal, but if he pressed his hand onto his stomach, it passed right through.
Being invisible, Ianto could just about deal with. At least that way he knew he was still alive, but this, this was a whole new world of worry...
AUTHOR: naddypants
RATING: 15
CHARACTERS: Jack/Ianto, team.
SUMMARY: Just when you thought everything was going to be okay.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Enjoy, and don't forget, comments are loved and always appreciated.
DISCLAIMER: This is a piece of fan fiction, I own nothing, no money is being made from this and no harm is intended. Fanfictions can be removed and/or deleted if needed. Torchwood belongs to the BBC and Russell T Davies. Thank you.
Prologue-y thing be here: http://naddypants.livejournal.com/4019.html
Chapter 1: http://naddypants.livejournal.com/4125.html#cutid1
Chapter 2: http://naddypants.livejournal.com/4498.html
Chapter 3: http://naddypants.livejournal.com/4790.html#cutid1
Chapter 4: http://naddypants.livejournal.com/4938.html
Chapter 5: http://naddypants.livejournal.com/5338.html
Chapter 6: http://naddypants.livejournal.com/5435.html
Interlude: http://naddypants.livejournal.com/5679.html
Chapter 7: http://naddypants.livejournal.com/6163.html
Dedicated to the always awesome just_being_me08 for betaing this for me, that and all the support she's given me for this series, so this one's for you! And everyone else who's been reading this series. I thank you!
He groaned and lifted it, taking into consideration that it was his text ringtone (the rather tastefully chosen, "Log, log, log" from Ren & Stimpy) and not the calling tone (the not-so-tastefully chosen The Sex Has Made Me Stupid by Robots In Disguise) as he flipped it over to peer at the screen, instead of throwing it against the nearest wall and watching it splinter into a hundred pieces as he so wanted to do. It was from Ianto apparently.
His heart lept into action, pounding at a pace similar to that of a racing horse in full sprint. Ianto, the amazing disappearing boy, had just texted him.
He hoped desperately it wasn't that text Ianto had claimed to send the previous week to alert him of the fact dinner was going to be late, which Jack had subsequently never received.
The small item started to vibrate in his hand, like a tempermental child whining at no longer being the focus of attention, reminding him that he had a message that needed reading, and soon, as his mind suddenly began to race.
One Message Received
Ianto ;)
Read Delete
He prodded the touch screen, sort of between the Read and Delete options and nearly screamed as the phone confirmed that the message was now deleted. "NO! NO!!! NOT NOW! NO!!! ARGH!!!" He stood up sharply, his chair toppling over as he panicked, one hand holding the phone, the other waving at the screen, hoping desperately the message would come back, an expression of comic horror etched across his now slack-jaw face.
He let out a groan of anger as he remembered telling Ianto specifically that he wanted the touch screen phone that had just betrayed him.
"And not another one of those bloody Motorola flip up things. I want that one from the sexy add"
Ianto had smirked, wondering how Jack had even remembered that from the night previous when he couldn't remember his own name for half an hour after their mindblowing...nevermind, he thought as he realised he was beginning to blush.
"The screen'll be out in a week Jack. They're crap. You have to re-configure them like every day"
"I don't care, I just want one of those ones with a funky touch screen"
"As you wish..."
"I love you"
"I know you do," he'd sighed, turning out of the office and making his way out into yet another summer storm to purchase Jack a new phone, pondering over the merits of Jack's efforts to make him feel wanted. Jack had known that expression instantly as he watched Ianto pace across the Plass on his way into town, the lapels of his coat pulled up around his neck.
"What I wouldn't give to see him in that coat again..." He whispered to himself, still glaring wide eyed at the phone which had just deleted his only hope that Ianto was still out there, somewhere.
"Fuck!" He spluttered, spilling coffee all over his hand, scalding it severely as he bent over to pick up his chair. He didn't even know the coffee had been there in the first place. Today just wasn't his day, and John wasn't even in work yet...
"Excuse me?" A head popped round the door looking rather confused.
"Ah Sabine, nothing to worry about, just burnt myself, nothing to worry about. Say, what do you know about retrieving texts you've just deleted by accident?"
"I really should take a look at that burn-" She said, the concern on her face evident as she saw the blistered flesh on Jack's hand.
"I'll be fine, as I was saying-"
"Em, yeah, not a lot," her expression changing as she noted the skin start to heal, but thought better of saying anything. Life was more interesting the more enigmatic her colleages were in her opinion. "Why's this text so important?"
"It's from Ianto," he said simply but seriously, putting extra emphasis on the young man's name.
********
Bugger.
He scrunched his eyes shut and rolled over, surprised he'd gotten any sleep at all, but now he had, he wished he hadn't. He'd just gotten to the point where exhaustion had melted into wide-awakeness, and now he was right back into the midst of exhaustion.
He decided to take a look at his phone, hoping for some sort of response from Jack as he glanced at the screen to find nothing.
No bother, he thought. "I'll just text him again. Failing that I'll log onto the accounts. I don't see why I didn't do it before," he said aloud, mentally adding those things to his "To-do" list.
"Who are you talking to Ianto?"
"No one Aoife, just clearing my head"
"Okay. Is it okay if I watch CBBC?"
"Go ahead," he said, knowing that would keep her entertained for long enough for Ianto to have the shower he so badly needed.
********
"Should I text him back? What if someone's just using his phone? What if it's just that message that didn't come-"
"Jack?"
"Hmm?"
"You're pacing. Oh, and you're talking to yourself. And to top it all off, you might want to take a look at the police file for Ianto"
"Em...I don't know whether or not to say thanks John," he said, half-nodding in appreciation.
"I can triangulate the location of where the text was sent and retrieve it, if you want. But I suggest replying to it"
********
Something odd happened as Ianto was washing his hair.
He could feel the water and the soap running across internal organs, almost like his skin wasn't there anymore. He glanced down, and everything appeared normal, but if he pressed his hand onto his stomach, it passed right through.
Being invisible, Ianto could just about deal with. At least that way he knew he was still alive, but this, this was a whole new world of worry...