Fic - Death Repeated (4/6)
Title - Death Repeated
Chapter - Three (4/6)
Prompt - Groundhog Day
Character/Pairing(s) - Janto
Rating - NC-17 (only really for one chapter)
Warnings - death, ANGST (*cough* lots of the two *points to prompt as explanation), fix!it fic, ending is ambiguous.
Spoilers - For COE (specifically day 4 but pretty much all) and The Year The Never Was
Summary - Jack can’t tell Ianto he loves him, no matter how many times the day repeat
Chapter 3
Jack bolted up in bed, tears running down his face, the feel of Ianto’s head in his lap, the warmth from it, still there, pulling his hands he froze as he felt them jolt to a stop, a faint outline of a chain attached to the metal wall behind him.
Blinking, the image disappeared, Jack pulling his hands out in front of him and looking at them, before scrubbing a hand over his face. Jumping out of bed, he quickly dressed, moving quickly up the ladder to his office and through it down into the main Hub.
“Jac-mmph?” Ianto started to ask, Jack cutting him off, kissing him soundly, and pulling him closer.
He couldn’t help but pull Ianto’s head closer, hands running through his hair, nipping at Ianto’s bottom lip as he pulled back slowly.
“Not that I’m complaining about that good morning,” Ianto murmured, eyes slightly glazed over. “But is there any particular reason for it?”
“Just needed to remind myself that you’re really here,” Jack replied, hands’ running down Ianto’s back.
Taking a deep breath, Jack pulled away, not missing the confused look that Ianto was sending him.
“Jack, is everything okay?” Ianto asked.
“Fine,” he replied, somehow dredging up a fake smile. “Why don’t we go out for breakfast?”
Ianto’s look turned even more confused, even as a small smile pulled at his mouth.
“I would love to, but we have-”
Jack quieted his protest with another kiss, pulling back and heading over to grab his coat.
“I know,” Jack said. “But we’ll deal with the hitch-hiker later.”
Grabbing Ianto’s hand he gently pulled the other man along, knowing that he would be confused, but wanting to have a normal breakfast with his … Ianto.
“Jack,” Ianto started again, as they went up in the elevator.
“Please, Ianto,” Jack murmured quietly. “Just … let’s just go to breakfast. Please.”
He couldn’t see Ianto’s face, but he knew that the other man had agreed when he felt his hand taken and squeezed, Ianto falling quiet.
It didn’t take them long to get to Jack’s favourite café, to order their food and settle in. Looking over at the young Welshmen, Jack wondered what he’d done to get so lucky.
“Jack, I left my phone in the car, I’ll be back in a moment,” Ianto said, giving him a small peck on the lips before heading outside.
Leaning back in his chair, Jack let the sunshine coming through the window warm his face. This was the third day he seemed to have repeated, every day ending with him dying, with Ianto dying.
Closing his eyes, he tried to figure out what was going on. In all of his travels, he’d never seen anyone manipulate time like this, rewinding a day, over and over. The only person he could think of that would be capable of doing it was the Doctor, and the eccentric Time Lord wouldn’t be involved in something like this, in rewinding time like it had been.
So how was time being rewound? Was there some artifact that he’d missed, was it somehow connected with the 456?
His thoughts were stopped when he heard a commotion outside, a screeching noise, followed by gasps and cries.
Jack felt his heart freeze, his breath stopping in his chest.
No.
No, no, no, he thought.
He wasn’t anywhere near the hospital, wasn’t anywhere near Johnson or the 456.
This couldn’t be happening.
Getting out of his chair, he ran outside, willing for the scene in front of him not to be what he thought.
“Please,” he whispered, pushing his way to the front of the crowd.
“… pushed that young girl out of the way,” a woman said, as his eyes fell on a familiar form.
“Please, no,” he whispered, falling to his knees, trying to ignore the blood pooling underneath his Ianto.
“Ianto,” he gasped, cradling his head, tears forming in his eyes.
“Jack?” Ianto whispered, eyes opening.
“Don’t speak, the medics are on their way,” he said, hoping that someone had called them.
“I … love you,” Ianto whispered, struggling to take a breath.
Jack leant closer, still unable to say the words, heart breaking as he saw the same look of hurt and longing enter Ianto’s eyes as it had before.
He felt Ianto go limp, a last rattly breath leaving him, as his eyes closed.
“Ianto,” he whispered, biting his lip. “Ianto, don’t go. Don’t leave me, please. Please. Please don’t go.”
But his words weren’t heard, the young Welshman dead in his arms … again. He was surprised when darkness started to edge his vision, a sharp pain entering his head, the thought of why he was dying running through his head.
As he looked up, he recognized one of the men standing off to the side, the solider from the day before, standing there, staring and smiling at him, his badge with the name Beckett shining, laughter coming from him as Jack fell into the darkness.
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Chapter - Three (4/6)
Prompt - Groundhog Day
Character/Pairing(s) - Janto
Rating - NC-17 (only really for one chapter)
Warnings - death, ANGST (*cough* lots of the two *points to prompt as explanation), fix!it fic, ending is ambiguous.
Spoilers - For COE (specifically day 4 but pretty much all) and The Year The Never Was
Summary - Jack can’t tell Ianto he loves him, no matter how many times the day repeat
Chapter 3
Jack bolted up in bed, tears running down his face, the feel of Ianto’s head in his lap, the warmth from it, still there, pulling his hands he froze as he felt them jolt to a stop, a faint outline of a chain attached to the metal wall behind him.
Blinking, the image disappeared, Jack pulling his hands out in front of him and looking at them, before scrubbing a hand over his face. Jumping out of bed, he quickly dressed, moving quickly up the ladder to his office and through it down into the main Hub.
“Jac-mmph?” Ianto started to ask, Jack cutting him off, kissing him soundly, and pulling him closer.
He couldn’t help but pull Ianto’s head closer, hands running through his hair, nipping at Ianto’s bottom lip as he pulled back slowly.
“Not that I’m complaining about that good morning,” Ianto murmured, eyes slightly glazed over. “But is there any particular reason for it?”
“Just needed to remind myself that you’re really here,” Jack replied, hands’ running down Ianto’s back.
Taking a deep breath, Jack pulled away, not missing the confused look that Ianto was sending him.
“Jack, is everything okay?” Ianto asked.
“Fine,” he replied, somehow dredging up a fake smile. “Why don’t we go out for breakfast?”
Ianto’s look turned even more confused, even as a small smile pulled at his mouth.
“I would love to, but we have-”
Jack quieted his protest with another kiss, pulling back and heading over to grab his coat.
“I know,” Jack said. “But we’ll deal with the hitch-hiker later.”
Grabbing Ianto’s hand he gently pulled the other man along, knowing that he would be confused, but wanting to have a normal breakfast with his … Ianto.
“Jack,” Ianto started again, as they went up in the elevator.
“Please, Ianto,” Jack murmured quietly. “Just … let’s just go to breakfast. Please.”
He couldn’t see Ianto’s face, but he knew that the other man had agreed when he felt his hand taken and squeezed, Ianto falling quiet.
It didn’t take them long to get to Jack’s favourite café, to order their food and settle in. Looking over at the young Welshmen, Jack wondered what he’d done to get so lucky.
“Jack, I left my phone in the car, I’ll be back in a moment,” Ianto said, giving him a small peck on the lips before heading outside.
Leaning back in his chair, Jack let the sunshine coming through the window warm his face. This was the third day he seemed to have repeated, every day ending with him dying, with Ianto dying.
Closing his eyes, he tried to figure out what was going on. In all of his travels, he’d never seen anyone manipulate time like this, rewinding a day, over and over. The only person he could think of that would be capable of doing it was the Doctor, and the eccentric Time Lord wouldn’t be involved in something like this, in rewinding time like it had been.
So how was time being rewound? Was there some artifact that he’d missed, was it somehow connected with the 456?
His thoughts were stopped when he heard a commotion outside, a screeching noise, followed by gasps and cries.
Jack felt his heart freeze, his breath stopping in his chest.
No.
No, no, no, he thought.
He wasn’t anywhere near the hospital, wasn’t anywhere near Johnson or the 456.
This couldn’t be happening.
Getting out of his chair, he ran outside, willing for the scene in front of him not to be what he thought.
“Please,” he whispered, pushing his way to the front of the crowd.
“… pushed that young girl out of the way,” a woman said, as his eyes fell on a familiar form.
“Please, no,” he whispered, falling to his knees, trying to ignore the blood pooling underneath his Ianto.
“Ianto,” he gasped, cradling his head, tears forming in his eyes.
“Jack?” Ianto whispered, eyes opening.
“Don’t speak, the medics are on their way,” he said, hoping that someone had called them.
“I … love you,” Ianto whispered, struggling to take a breath.
Jack leant closer, still unable to say the words, heart breaking as he saw the same look of hurt and longing enter Ianto’s eyes as it had before.
He felt Ianto go limp, a last rattly breath leaving him, as his eyes closed.
“Ianto,” he whispered, biting his lip. “Ianto, don’t go. Don’t leave me, please. Please. Please don’t go.”
But his words weren’t heard, the young Welshman dead in his arms … again. He was surprised when darkness started to edge his vision, a sharp pain entering his head, the thought of why he was dying running through his head.
As he looked up, he recognized one of the men standing off to the side, the solider from the day before, standing there, staring and smiling at him, his badge with the name Beckett shining, laughter coming from him as Jack fell into the darkness.
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