Fic - Death Repeated (1/6) - COMPLETE
Title - Death Repeated
Author - twilighthdfan
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, ambiguous ending
Spoilers - For COE and The Year The Never Was
Disclaimer - Neither Torchwood, nor Groundhog Day belong to me. They belong to their respective companies
Summary - Jack can’t tell Ianto he loves him, no matter how many times the day repeats
Beta - ash_1212
Author’s Notes - I never thought I’d write a real angsty fic like this, turns out I was wrong. LOL. There are quite a few deaths in this and the ending is left very open. Just thought I’d warn you guys. For those of you who read, I hope you enjoy :D.
Death Repeated
Prologue
Looking down at the young Welshman, Jack couldn’t help but feel his heart breaking. He’d told himself that he and Ianto were simply … them, no title, no explanation, just Jack and Ianto.
When Ianto had started talking about people thinking they were a couple back in the hospital, which felt like a life time ago now, he had known the younger man had been trying to find out what Jack thought about their relationship.
And he’d answered without actually confirming it and then turning it back around on Ianto, by asking if it mattered.
And Ianto had done what he had always done, let it go, allowed him to change the subject, gotten back to work and Jack had been allowed to push what they were to the back of his mind.
He had thought that if he didn’t put a label on what they were, that he wouldn’t become attached to Ianto, that he wouldn’t fall for the young Welshman.
But even avoiding it, trying to push everything to the back of his mind, hadn’t worked. He … cared deeply for Ianto and now he was dying.
“No, Ianto,” he said, holding Ianto in his arms, willing the other man to hang on just a little longer, trying to will away the tears that were forming, filling his eyes, Ianto becoming a blur.
“It’s all my fault,” he continued. If he hadn’t brought Ianto here, if he hadn’t given those kids over the first time, if he’d fought back then, then this wouldn’t be happening now. He wouldn’t be losing him.
“It’s not,” Ianto replied, offering absolution even now, trying to stop him from blaming himself once again.
Being Jack’s shoulder to lean on, even when he was dying.
“Don’t speak,” Jack answered, rocking him gently, trying not to let the tears fall, failing as he felt one escape. “Save your breath.”
He let his hand cup Ianto’s cheek, smearing blood from the small cut on it.
“I love you,” Ianto said, his face crumbling, tears welling in his eyes, pain and happiness in them.
“Don’t,” he replied, feeling his heart break, not able to say the words back to the other man.
As he tried not to cry, Ianto went limp in his arms, his eyes closing.
“Ianto, Ianto,” he whispered, giving him a gentle shake. “Ianto, stay with me. Ianto, stay with me, please. Stay with me, please.”
Ianto’s eyes opened again, hurt and longing in his eyes, the look destroying Jack’s heart even further.
“Hey,” Ianto said quietly. “It was good, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Jack replied, glad he could tell his Welshman this much, a coldness settling into his bones, a heaviness pulling him, weighing down on his arms and legs.
“Don’t forget me,” Ianto whispered, tears finally falling from his eyes.
“Never could,” Jack replied, shaking his head, the lump in his throat making it hard to talk.
“A thousand years time,” Ianto said, eyes looking at him with sadness. “You won’t remember me.”
“Yes, I will,” he answered, moving his arms so he could hold Ianto closer, knowing that he would never forget the man with him, the man who had waltzed in and stolen his heart. “I promise, I will.”
Ianto didn’t answer him, struggling for breath, going even limper in his arms, his eyes closing again.
“Ianto,” he whispered, biting his lip. “Ianto, don’t go. Don’t leave me, please. Please don’t …”
“You will die,” the 456 said. “And tomorrow your people will deliver the children.”
Glaring at the containment unit, Jack felt anger run through him, rushing through his blood like the poison. Leaning down, he gently kissed Ianto’s lips, his thoughts becoming fuzzy, his vision going black.
A tear fell from his cheek as he fell to the floor, the darkness rushing through him, death claiming him.
His last thought was that he hoped that this time, that this time he would never wake up.
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Author - twilighthdfan
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, ambiguous ending
Spoilers - For COE and The Year The Never Was
Disclaimer - Neither Torchwood, nor Groundhog Day belong to me. They belong to their respective companies
Summary - Jack can’t tell Ianto he loves him, no matter how many times the day repeats
Beta - ash_1212
Author’s Notes - I never thought I’d write a real angsty fic like this, turns out I was wrong. LOL. There are quite a few deaths in this and the ending is left very open. Just thought I’d warn you guys. For those of you who read, I hope you enjoy :D.
Death Repeated
Prologue
Looking down at the young Welshman, Jack couldn’t help but feel his heart breaking. He’d told himself that he and Ianto were simply … them, no title, no explanation, just Jack and Ianto.
When Ianto had started talking about people thinking they were a couple back in the hospital, which felt like a life time ago now, he had known the younger man had been trying to find out what Jack thought about their relationship.
And he’d answered without actually confirming it and then turning it back around on Ianto, by asking if it mattered.
And Ianto had done what he had always done, let it go, allowed him to change the subject, gotten back to work and Jack had been allowed to push what they were to the back of his mind.
He had thought that if he didn’t put a label on what they were, that he wouldn’t become attached to Ianto, that he wouldn’t fall for the young Welshman.
But even avoiding it, trying to push everything to the back of his mind, hadn’t worked. He … cared deeply for Ianto and now he was dying.
“No, Ianto,” he said, holding Ianto in his arms, willing the other man to hang on just a little longer, trying to will away the tears that were forming, filling his eyes, Ianto becoming a blur.
“It’s all my fault,” he continued. If he hadn’t brought Ianto here, if he hadn’t given those kids over the first time, if he’d fought back then, then this wouldn’t be happening now. He wouldn’t be losing him.
“It’s not,” Ianto replied, offering absolution even now, trying to stop him from blaming himself once again.
Being Jack’s shoulder to lean on, even when he was dying.
“Don’t speak,” Jack answered, rocking him gently, trying not to let the tears fall, failing as he felt one escape. “Save your breath.”
He let his hand cup Ianto’s cheek, smearing blood from the small cut on it.
“I love you,” Ianto said, his face crumbling, tears welling in his eyes, pain and happiness in them.
“Don’t,” he replied, feeling his heart break, not able to say the words back to the other man.
As he tried not to cry, Ianto went limp in his arms, his eyes closing.
“Ianto, Ianto,” he whispered, giving him a gentle shake. “Ianto, stay with me. Ianto, stay with me, please. Stay with me, please.”
Ianto’s eyes opened again, hurt and longing in his eyes, the look destroying Jack’s heart even further.
“Hey,” Ianto said quietly. “It was good, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Jack replied, glad he could tell his Welshman this much, a coldness settling into his bones, a heaviness pulling him, weighing down on his arms and legs.
“Don’t forget me,” Ianto whispered, tears finally falling from his eyes.
“Never could,” Jack replied, shaking his head, the lump in his throat making it hard to talk.
“A thousand years time,” Ianto said, eyes looking at him with sadness. “You won’t remember me.”
“Yes, I will,” he answered, moving his arms so he could hold Ianto closer, knowing that he would never forget the man with him, the man who had waltzed in and stolen his heart. “I promise, I will.”
Ianto didn’t answer him, struggling for breath, going even limper in his arms, his eyes closing again.
“Ianto,” he whispered, biting his lip. “Ianto, don’t go. Don’t leave me, please. Please don’t …”
“You will die,” the 456 said. “And tomorrow your people will deliver the children.”
Glaring at the containment unit, Jack felt anger run through him, rushing through his blood like the poison. Leaning down, he gently kissed Ianto’s lips, his thoughts becoming fuzzy, his vision going black.
A tear fell from his cheek as he fell to the floor, the darkness rushing through him, death claiming him.
His last thought was that he hoped that this time, that this time he would never wake up.
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