Rainy Cardiff
Title: Downpour Life
Rating: PG rain
Word count: 420
Pairings: Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones
Spoilers/Warnings: Jack’s undying-ness
Summary: Ianto finds Jack dead in a street and so holds him until he revives himself.
A/N: Not the best story, the result of having a computer in class and being bored with school work.
The night was dark, heavy rain clouds covered the moon, the rain obscuring the city and blurring everything. The light from the street lamp only just reached the prone body lying on the pavement in the rain. The body lay there, as if waiting for someone to find it. To save it, to bring it back to life.
But no one was coming; it was still there all alone.
No longer in a pool of blood, the rain having washed away all traces of violence.
A figure appeared at the corner of the street. His head bent as he looked at something in its hands, what appeared to be a PDA. The man’s head sprang up looking towards the body. A gasp escaped the man before he rushed towards the prone body. Upon reaching it he knelt down, the knees of his suit instantly soaked. A hand reached out towards the body only to stop and pull back. The man looked at the male body beside him before gently lifting its head; cradling the man’s head he slowly shifted him onto his lap.
The suited man cradled he body, slowing stroking the rain slick hair. A soft cry of “Jack” escaping his lips, leaning down he kissed Jack’s forehead. Tears glistened in his eyes, threatening to fall.
A strangled gasp escaped Jack, a gasp for breath as his body jerked back to life. The jolt of life in the once dead form shocked the man but he did not lessen his hold on Jack.
Jack looked up into the blue eyes of the suited man. His hand reached up to stroke the soft skin of the man’s cheek. “Ianto” whispered Jack before pulling the face down to his for a searing kiss. Ianto melted into Jacks arms, his hand winding up to tangling in the short hairs at the nape of Jack’s neck. Shifting Jack sat himself up and pulled Ianto onto him lap.
The pair pulled away for air, Ianto caressing Jack anywhere he could reach, reassuring himself that Jack was alive and well. Jack himself was feeling very alive and well, he watched Ianto as his fingers glided over Jack’s chest and down an arm.
Breaking the silence of the moment, Jack whispered, “Let’s go home Ianto” the small smile that greeted his words was agreement enough. Wrapping his arms around Ianto, Jack stood up, Ianto in his arms bridal style.
Laughing and smiling the two men made their way out of the rain soaked Cardiff alley and home.