Moonlight and Lusting Chapter 25/? Lycan Song
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Chapter 25 is actually a companion piece to Chapter 24 occurring during and shortly after the same time frame of 24. Harold explains Ianto's Lycan Song to his Torchwood teammates.
This chapter is rated PG.
Another chapter will be posted tomorrow.
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“Do you hear that?” Owen asked.
Gwen looked up from her report and replied, “Hear what?”
“I’m not sure; like a low rumbling,” Owen said.
They stopped and listened. Slowly the rumbling rose in pitch and volume. Tosh came up from the archives carrying some folders. “Is someone howling?” she asked.
“That’s what it is, someone’s howling,” Owen agreed.
“You don’t suppose it’s Ianto - maybe something happened,” Gwen said. Owen and Gwen got up so suddenly they knocked their chairs over. Tosh dropped her files and all three ran to the recovery room. Harold had morphed into his lycan form and was barring the doorway.
“What’s happened?” Owen demanded to know.
“Why is Ianto howling?” Tosh asked.
“Is Jack gone?” Gwen asked.
“Jack’s not gone, but he’s not revived yet either,” Harold replied. “Ianto’s tried every other way of reaching Jack and now he’s trying in his lycan form.”
“I’m not sure I understand; you mean Ianto’s howling is his way of calling Jack?” Tosh asked.
“It’s his lycan song - open your ears and hearts and listen to it,” Harold said. They all fell quiet and listened. Ianto’s lycan song was deep, rich, and melodious. Tosh smiled sadly. “What do you hear?” Harold asked her.
“Love, I hear Ianto’s love and longing; I understand now. It’s beautiful,” Tosh replied her eyes bright with tears.
Gwen wiped a tear away from her own face and asked, “Do you think Jack can really hear it?”
“I think anything is possible when you’re in love,” Harold replied.
“How long is he going to howl like that?” Owen asked.
“As long as it takes,” Harold replied shrugging his lycan shoulders.
“Guess I’ll be using ear plugs so I can hear myself think then,” Owen muttered.
“Is there something wrong with your eyes Owen?” Harold asked. “They look a bit watery.”
“I’m probably just allergic to your bloody lycan fur is all,” Owen snapped back. “Come on ladies, back to work.” Owen started walking back to his work station thinking no one would see him wipe a tear off his face with the back of his hand, but they all saw him do it.
“You’ll let us know when Jack’s revived?” Gwen asked Harold.
“The minute I know,” Harold agreed. Five hours later he heard Ianto stop his lycan song followed by Jack sobbing. Harold opened the door and saw Jack was alive and being comforted by Ianto. Quietly he closed the door and went to tell the others.
Jack’s sobs eventually wound down to hiccups and then just sighs. Ianto reached over to the table, grabbed some tissues and handed them to Jack. Jack wiped the tears from his face and blew his nose. Ianto morphed into his human form and kissed Jack gently on the lips. “Feeling a little better?” Ianto asked.
“A little,” Jack admitted. He looked around the room puzzled. “Where are we? I don’t recognize this room,” he asked as he drank some water to clear his throat.
“Tosh and Gwen set up this recovery room for you,” Ianto explained. “It was easier to bring you here to recover rather than try to get you down into your bunker.”
Jack nodded in agreement. “Is everyone else alright?” Jack asked.
Ianto pulled Jack closer and Jack rested his head on Ianto’s chest. “Everyone’s fine Jack; you’re the only casualty and I’m so sorry I failed to protect you,” Ianto said.
Jack looked up at Ianto. “Don’t you dare blame yourself for what happened, Ianto; none of us knew my brother was so insane he’d bury me . . . alive.” Jack said his eyes bright with fresh tears.
“Alright, I won’t blame myself,” Ianto agreed brushing the fresh tears from Jack’s face.
“Did Grey and Hart get away?” Jack asked.
“No, Hart came back to help us find you,” Ianto said.
“The ring he tossed on to my chest,” Jack murmured remembering what happened.
“The ring had a tracking device and generated a weak stasis field,” Ianto explained.
“And my brother?” Jack asked so quietly Ianto barely heard him.
“He broke into the Hub and tried to stop us but Harold and Anian tackled him and put Grey in a cell for us,” Ianto explained.
“I guess I should get dressed and go see him,” Jack said reluctantly.
“No, Grey and Hart can wait another day,” Ianto replied. “We are getting dressed and going for a walk in the fresh air and then I’m taking you home. No arguments.”
Jack hesitated.
“Look, we’ll go for a walk, hold hands and I’ll even buy you an ice cream,” Ianto promised. He desperately wanted to give Jack some space and some peaceful time before he had to confront his insane brother.
“With sprinkles?” Jack asked.
Ianto chuckled. “Yes Jack, ice cream with sprinkles. Now let’s get dressed,” Ianto said getting out of bed and fetching their clothes.
They quickly dressed, but Jack was a little surprised when Ianto held up a leather bomber jacket for Jack to put on. “Sorry, but your great coat hasn’t been sent to the cleaners yet, so we have to make do with this.”
Jack slipped on the jacket; it fit well and he could smell Ianto’ familiar scent on it. “This is yours?” Jack asked.
“Yeah, I use to wear it all the time when I was at Uni,” Ianto replied. “Let’s go let the others know you’re back and then we’ll head out.”
They walked up to the Hub main level together. Harold, Gwen, Tosh, and Owen were all there. “Glad to have you back Jack,” Harold said giving Jack a quick hug. Gwen and Tosh pulled Jack into a group hug.
“We missed you,” Gwen said.
“You should have seen Ianto in action,” Tosh said. “Nothing was going to stop him from getting you back.”
“I know,” Jack replied quietly. “I missed you too.” He hugged them back and looked over at Ianto, Harold, and Owen talking. “Hey, my ears are burning; are you talking about me?” Jack asked.
“Yes we are, Jack,” Owen said looking Jack right in the eyes. “I want to check you over, but Ianto’s insisting on taking you home.”
Jack let go of Tosh and Gwen and walked over Owen. “Physically I’m fine, Owen; I just need to get out of here and see the sky and spend time with my life mate. I promise you can check me over tomorrow.”
Owen really wanted to check Jack over, but he also understood how desperately Jack wanted to get away from the Hub, Grey, and the whole situation just for now. “Alright, you can go, but promise me you or Ianto will contact me the moment you start feeling strange or ill.”
“I promise we’ll call,” Jack said while Ianto nodded his agreement.
“Go on and clear out of here you two before I change my mind,” Owen said.
“Thanks Owen; we’ll be back first thing in the morning,” Jack said.
“Let’s go, Cariad,” Ianto said grasping Jack’s hand. They waved goodbye and left via the invisible lift.
“You sure Jack’s alright?” Gwen asked after Jack and Ianto left.
“Physically he’s probably alright or least 95% alright,” Owen said. “I’m more worried about him psychologically, because I can’t even begin to imagine what being buried alive by his own brother did to his mental and emotional balance. But, Ianto’s with him and if anything crops up I’ve no doubt Ianto will call us in a heartbeat.”
“Sooner or later Jack will have to face what’s happened to him, but right now it’s more important Jack reconnects with Ianto,” Harold said. “The bond with his life mate will make a great deal of difference in his recovery from this trauma.”
“So, it’s like you said earlier,” Gwen said, “With love anything is possible.”
Harold smiled at Gwen; “It is indeed, Gwen, it is indeed,” he replied.
Jack ate his ice cream while he and Ianto strolled in the sunlight around the waterfront. Ianto smiled at Jack’s enjoyment of the ice cream. This break, this moment away from the madness would help Jack face tomorrow. “What do you want to do next, Jack?” Ianto asked.
Jack thought for a moment and then replied, “Go home, order Chinese takeout, watch some Marx brothers’ comedies and snuggle with you.”
“Sounds lovely, let’s go home,” Ianto said.
This entry was originally posted at http://socalrose.dreamwidth.org/10230.html. Please comment there using OpenID.
Chapter 25 is actually a companion piece to Chapter 24 occurring during and shortly after the same time frame of 24. Harold explains Ianto's Lycan Song to his Torchwood teammates.
This chapter is rated PG.
Another chapter will be posted tomorrow.
************************************************************************************
“Do you hear that?” Owen asked.
Gwen looked up from her report and replied, “Hear what?”
“I’m not sure; like a low rumbling,” Owen said.
They stopped and listened. Slowly the rumbling rose in pitch and volume. Tosh came up from the archives carrying some folders. “Is someone howling?” she asked.
“That’s what it is, someone’s howling,” Owen agreed.
“You don’t suppose it’s Ianto - maybe something happened,” Gwen said. Owen and Gwen got up so suddenly they knocked their chairs over. Tosh dropped her files and all three ran to the recovery room. Harold had morphed into his lycan form and was barring the doorway.
“What’s happened?” Owen demanded to know.
“Why is Ianto howling?” Tosh asked.
“Is Jack gone?” Gwen asked.
“Jack’s not gone, but he’s not revived yet either,” Harold replied. “Ianto’s tried every other way of reaching Jack and now he’s trying in his lycan form.”
“I’m not sure I understand; you mean Ianto’s howling is his way of calling Jack?” Tosh asked.
“It’s his lycan song - open your ears and hearts and listen to it,” Harold said. They all fell quiet and listened. Ianto’s lycan song was deep, rich, and melodious. Tosh smiled sadly. “What do you hear?” Harold asked her.
“Love, I hear Ianto’s love and longing; I understand now. It’s beautiful,” Tosh replied her eyes bright with tears.
Gwen wiped a tear away from her own face and asked, “Do you think Jack can really hear it?”
“I think anything is possible when you’re in love,” Harold replied.
“How long is he going to howl like that?” Owen asked.
“As long as it takes,” Harold replied shrugging his lycan shoulders.
“Guess I’ll be using ear plugs so I can hear myself think then,” Owen muttered.
“Is there something wrong with your eyes Owen?” Harold asked. “They look a bit watery.”
“I’m probably just allergic to your bloody lycan fur is all,” Owen snapped back. “Come on ladies, back to work.” Owen started walking back to his work station thinking no one would see him wipe a tear off his face with the back of his hand, but they all saw him do it.
“You’ll let us know when Jack’s revived?” Gwen asked Harold.
“The minute I know,” Harold agreed. Five hours later he heard Ianto stop his lycan song followed by Jack sobbing. Harold opened the door and saw Jack was alive and being comforted by Ianto. Quietly he closed the door and went to tell the others.
Jack’s sobs eventually wound down to hiccups and then just sighs. Ianto reached over to the table, grabbed some tissues and handed them to Jack. Jack wiped the tears from his face and blew his nose. Ianto morphed into his human form and kissed Jack gently on the lips. “Feeling a little better?” Ianto asked.
“A little,” Jack admitted. He looked around the room puzzled. “Where are we? I don’t recognize this room,” he asked as he drank some water to clear his throat.
“Tosh and Gwen set up this recovery room for you,” Ianto explained. “It was easier to bring you here to recover rather than try to get you down into your bunker.”
Jack nodded in agreement. “Is everyone else alright?” Jack asked.
Ianto pulled Jack closer and Jack rested his head on Ianto’s chest. “Everyone’s fine Jack; you’re the only casualty and I’m so sorry I failed to protect you,” Ianto said.
Jack looked up at Ianto. “Don’t you dare blame yourself for what happened, Ianto; none of us knew my brother was so insane he’d bury me . . . alive.” Jack said his eyes bright with fresh tears.
“Alright, I won’t blame myself,” Ianto agreed brushing the fresh tears from Jack’s face.
“Did Grey and Hart get away?” Jack asked.
“No, Hart came back to help us find you,” Ianto said.
“The ring he tossed on to my chest,” Jack murmured remembering what happened.
“The ring had a tracking device and generated a weak stasis field,” Ianto explained.
“And my brother?” Jack asked so quietly Ianto barely heard him.
“He broke into the Hub and tried to stop us but Harold and Anian tackled him and put Grey in a cell for us,” Ianto explained.
“I guess I should get dressed and go see him,” Jack said reluctantly.
“No, Grey and Hart can wait another day,” Ianto replied. “We are getting dressed and going for a walk in the fresh air and then I’m taking you home. No arguments.”
Jack hesitated.
“Look, we’ll go for a walk, hold hands and I’ll even buy you an ice cream,” Ianto promised. He desperately wanted to give Jack some space and some peaceful time before he had to confront his insane brother.
“With sprinkles?” Jack asked.
Ianto chuckled. “Yes Jack, ice cream with sprinkles. Now let’s get dressed,” Ianto said getting out of bed and fetching their clothes.
They quickly dressed, but Jack was a little surprised when Ianto held up a leather bomber jacket for Jack to put on. “Sorry, but your great coat hasn’t been sent to the cleaners yet, so we have to make do with this.”
Jack slipped on the jacket; it fit well and he could smell Ianto’ familiar scent on it. “This is yours?” Jack asked.
“Yeah, I use to wear it all the time when I was at Uni,” Ianto replied. “Let’s go let the others know you’re back and then we’ll head out.”
They walked up to the Hub main level together. Harold, Gwen, Tosh, and Owen were all there. “Glad to have you back Jack,” Harold said giving Jack a quick hug. Gwen and Tosh pulled Jack into a group hug.
“We missed you,” Gwen said.
“You should have seen Ianto in action,” Tosh said. “Nothing was going to stop him from getting you back.”
“I know,” Jack replied quietly. “I missed you too.” He hugged them back and looked over at Ianto, Harold, and Owen talking. “Hey, my ears are burning; are you talking about me?” Jack asked.
“Yes we are, Jack,” Owen said looking Jack right in the eyes. “I want to check you over, but Ianto’s insisting on taking you home.”
Jack let go of Tosh and Gwen and walked over Owen. “Physically I’m fine, Owen; I just need to get out of here and see the sky and spend time with my life mate. I promise you can check me over tomorrow.”
Owen really wanted to check Jack over, but he also understood how desperately Jack wanted to get away from the Hub, Grey, and the whole situation just for now. “Alright, you can go, but promise me you or Ianto will contact me the moment you start feeling strange or ill.”
“I promise we’ll call,” Jack said while Ianto nodded his agreement.
“Go on and clear out of here you two before I change my mind,” Owen said.
“Thanks Owen; we’ll be back first thing in the morning,” Jack said.
“Let’s go, Cariad,” Ianto said grasping Jack’s hand. They waved goodbye and left via the invisible lift.
“You sure Jack’s alright?” Gwen asked after Jack and Ianto left.
“Physically he’s probably alright or least 95% alright,” Owen said. “I’m more worried about him psychologically, because I can’t even begin to imagine what being buried alive by his own brother did to his mental and emotional balance. But, Ianto’s with him and if anything crops up I’ve no doubt Ianto will call us in a heartbeat.”
“Sooner or later Jack will have to face what’s happened to him, but right now it’s more important Jack reconnects with Ianto,” Harold said. “The bond with his life mate will make a great deal of difference in his recovery from this trauma.”
“So, it’s like you said earlier,” Gwen said, “With love anything is possible.”
Harold smiled at Gwen; “It is indeed, Gwen, it is indeed,” he replied.
Jack ate his ice cream while he and Ianto strolled in the sunlight around the waterfront. Ianto smiled at Jack’s enjoyment of the ice cream. This break, this moment away from the madness would help Jack face tomorrow. “What do you want to do next, Jack?” Ianto asked.
Jack thought for a moment and then replied, “Go home, order Chinese takeout, watch some Marx brothers’ comedies and snuggle with you.”
“Sounds lovely, let’s go home,” Ianto said.
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