Fic: Getting By 2/12 NWS
Series: Journey
Title: Getting By
Author: McRaider
Summary: Sometimes it’s all you can do after a tragedy is hold on for your life and pray that nothing else goes wrong. This is the aftermath of Lost Souls and how our fair weathered friends survive the loss of their two team mates and the destruction of pieces of their city.
Author’s Note: Originally, I had not real intentions of touching this point of the story, I was going to fast forward a handful of months-but then I realized so much is going to change and so much is going to hurt for so long. So realistically this is a piece that focuses on the survivors story and how much it can ache to slowly move on.
Rated: PG-13 for now
Disclaimer: I own nothing, no really as of right now the only thing I own is the tiny life in Jack’s womb but even that hasn’t come into existence yet, so I can’t claim her. I own the psychiatrist but as I never name the psychiatrist I can’t really claim such. Torchwood/Doctor Who is not my creation-now if you’d like to see my creation, come back in three or four years!
Thanks: To my lovely betas-
Chapter One
Chapter Two-Interlude #1
Ianto was tired, physically tired, in three weeks he felt like he hadn’t really let go of everything around him, but today he’d been pushed over the edge. Jack, for whatever reason, had chosen to be a complete wanker today, frustrating everyone in his path. So, at three in the afternoon-shortly after telling Jack to bugger off, Ianto left, nothing was getting done anyway, there was no reason to stick around and be Jack’s scapegoat for the afternoon.
Maybe it was the silence of his flat, maybe it was all the pictures that were adorning his living area, him and Owen, him and Jack, him and Gwenn-several of him and Tosh. She’d become his rock, and his her rock during Jack’s disappearance, and only seemed to continue since the death of Gwen and Owen. He’d come to truly love Tosh in a sister way, and for a man who’d lost a sister-it was so easy to accept her and love her all the time.
Perhaps, it was knowing that as he looked at the pictures on his shelves, or seeing the little box on the desk for his birthday that did it. Ianto was positive he’d never know exactly what set him off that night. But shortly after walking in the door, Ianto lost it-for the very first time in four months.
He was so tired of being the strong on, so tired of holding everyone else up. Someone eventually had to hold him up, or perhaps he’d suffer alone. Just like he had in the past. All Ianto knew was one moment he’d been standing there, clasping a picture in his hand of them, and the next minute he was curled on the couch sobbing, heart wrenching sobs as he began to release everything that had started building up only a few weeks ago.
He wasn’t sure how long he’d been crying, but he jolted from his own thoughts of anguish when he felt a gently hand running through his hair. Opening his swollen, red rimmed eyes Ianto caught sight of Jack Harkness. “You always support me.” Jack’s voice was cracked as he gently slid Ianto into his arms, allow Ianto the comfort of someone to hold onto during his break down.
“I miss them,” Ianto whimpered into Jack’s arms.
“Me too.” Jack replied softly as he rocked his crying partner, rubbing his back, whispering soft words into his ear. Holding on tight, for everything it was worth, Jack let Ianto lose it. He let his partner cry all the pain away-at least for now.
Finally, when Ianto’s tears had subsided, and he felt completely drained, he looked at Jack. “What now?”
Jack pressed a gentle kiss to Ianto’s forehead. “You sleep-because you seem to think it’s not important anymore. I’ll start dinner, I’ll wake you when it’s finished.”
“Jack-promise me it’s going to be okay?”
Jack sighed, it didn’t seem fair, and this was only the beginning of the loss they’d suffer together over the next thousands of years. Reaching out, he carded his hands through Ianto’s hair and smiled. “I would love to be able to promise you that this is going to get easier. It won’t, you’re going to cry every time you lose someone; that’s okay Ianto, cry-because when you’ve stopped crying it means you’ve lost more than the person you love. You’ve lost yourself. Close your eyes, I’ll be here when you wake up. I promise.”
And he was, when Ianto woke up nearly an hour later, dinner was on the table, Jack had cleaned the house a little and was there as support for his lover. Ianto felt a little weight lifted from his shoulder’s for the first time. He realized he didn’t have to carry his burden alone anymore, and neither did Jack. That’s what relationships were about, equal burdens and dealing with things as they came.
“You need to eat,” Jack whispered gently, still running his fingers through the silky hair. “And maybe take a shower.”
“Are you saying I smell bad?”
Jack shook his head, with a short grin. “No, I said you need to take a shower-you can interpret that however you see fit.”
“What if I don’t want to take a shower?”
“Then I’ll haul you’re ass in there, and wash you down so that you stop stinkin’.”
“Oi!”
Jack laughed as he hugged Ianto close. “Ianto-you’re wonderful.” He whispered.
Ianto smiled, he felt like he hadn’t smiled in so long. Moving up Jack’s body just slightly, he pressed his lips to Jack’s. Jack immediately responded, opening his mouth-their tongues clashing in dominance.
Forgetting they were on the couch, Jack rolled over to land on top-sending both men crashing to the floor. In a tangle of arms, legs and clothed torsos, both men lost it in a fit of giggles.
“I-“ Jack shook his head, unable to stop giggling.
Ianto grinned from ear to ear as he shook his own head. “Never as romantic as the movies, come on then, Cariad.” Grabbing Jack’s hand he pulled the man towards the bedroom, both still grinning and chuckling from their abrupt landing.
Stepping into the room Jack reached for Ianto’s tie, as he began to try and lossen it, which seemed to only be making it tighter. Ianto finally slapped his hands away. “You’re going to choke me.”
Jack grinned as he leaned forward, allowing Ianto to work his tie, while he just kissed Ianto. “We’re never going-to get-undressed-at-this rate.” Ianto said, his words cut off by quick kisses to the lips.
Jack slid his hands down Ianto’s pants, gripping the man’s backside, causing Ianto to squeak slightly in surprise. “Why are you’re hands cold!?”
“You cut off the circulation!”
“Oh that’s sexy-“ His words were cut off by a feral groan when he felt Jack’s fingers slip in his entrance.
“You were saying.”
“I’m going to hurt you.” Ianto threatened as he back Jack towards the bed, his fingers working deftly at his shirt.
“Promises, promises.”
It didn’t matter that it wasn’t perfect, it didn’t matter that neither man was at the top of their game. All that mattered was they came together, in one another’s arms. And at the end, they were curled around one another, holding each other close. “You still need a shower.” Mumbled Jack as sleep took him over slowly.
Ianto chuckled. “You do too love, you do too.”
“Love you.”
“Ditto.” Muttered Ianto as his eyes slid close and dreams of Jack claimed him.
TBC
Title: Getting By
Author: McRaider
Summary: Sometimes it’s all you can do after a tragedy is hold on for your life and pray that nothing else goes wrong. This is the aftermath of Lost Souls and how our fair weathered friends survive the loss of their two team mates and the destruction of pieces of their city.
Author’s Note: Originally, I had not real intentions of touching this point of the story, I was going to fast forward a handful of months-but then I realized so much is going to change and so much is going to hurt for so long. So realistically this is a piece that focuses on the survivors story and how much it can ache to slowly move on.
Rated: PG-13 for now
Disclaimer: I own nothing, no really as of right now the only thing I own is the tiny life in Jack’s womb but even that hasn’t come into existence yet, so I can’t claim her. I own the psychiatrist but as I never name the psychiatrist I can’t really claim such. Torchwood/Doctor Who is not my creation-now if you’d like to see my creation, come back in three or four years!
Thanks: To my lovely betas-
Chapter One
Chapter Two-Interlude #1
Ianto was tired, physically tired, in three weeks he felt like he hadn’t really let go of everything around him, but today he’d been pushed over the edge. Jack, for whatever reason, had chosen to be a complete wanker today, frustrating everyone in his path. So, at three in the afternoon-shortly after telling Jack to bugger off, Ianto left, nothing was getting done anyway, there was no reason to stick around and be Jack’s scapegoat for the afternoon.
Maybe it was the silence of his flat, maybe it was all the pictures that were adorning his living area, him and Owen, him and Jack, him and Gwenn-several of him and Tosh. She’d become his rock, and his her rock during Jack’s disappearance, and only seemed to continue since the death of Gwen and Owen. He’d come to truly love Tosh in a sister way, and for a man who’d lost a sister-it was so easy to accept her and love her all the time.
Perhaps, it was knowing that as he looked at the pictures on his shelves, or seeing the little box on the desk for his birthday that did it. Ianto was positive he’d never know exactly what set him off that night. But shortly after walking in the door, Ianto lost it-for the very first time in four months.
He was so tired of being the strong on, so tired of holding everyone else up. Someone eventually had to hold him up, or perhaps he’d suffer alone. Just like he had in the past. All Ianto knew was one moment he’d been standing there, clasping a picture in his hand of them, and the next minute he was curled on the couch sobbing, heart wrenching sobs as he began to release everything that had started building up only a few weeks ago.
He wasn’t sure how long he’d been crying, but he jolted from his own thoughts of anguish when he felt a gently hand running through his hair. Opening his swollen, red rimmed eyes Ianto caught sight of Jack Harkness. “You always support me.” Jack’s voice was cracked as he gently slid Ianto into his arms, allow Ianto the comfort of someone to hold onto during his break down.
“I miss them,” Ianto whimpered into Jack’s arms.
“Me too.” Jack replied softly as he rocked his crying partner, rubbing his back, whispering soft words into his ear. Holding on tight, for everything it was worth, Jack let Ianto lose it. He let his partner cry all the pain away-at least for now.
Finally, when Ianto’s tears had subsided, and he felt completely drained, he looked at Jack. “What now?”
Jack pressed a gentle kiss to Ianto’s forehead. “You sleep-because you seem to think it’s not important anymore. I’ll start dinner, I’ll wake you when it’s finished.”
“Jack-promise me it’s going to be okay?”
Jack sighed, it didn’t seem fair, and this was only the beginning of the loss they’d suffer together over the next thousands of years. Reaching out, he carded his hands through Ianto’s hair and smiled. “I would love to be able to promise you that this is going to get easier. It won’t, you’re going to cry every time you lose someone; that’s okay Ianto, cry-because when you’ve stopped crying it means you’ve lost more than the person you love. You’ve lost yourself. Close your eyes, I’ll be here when you wake up. I promise.”
And he was, when Ianto woke up nearly an hour later, dinner was on the table, Jack had cleaned the house a little and was there as support for his lover. Ianto felt a little weight lifted from his shoulder’s for the first time. He realized he didn’t have to carry his burden alone anymore, and neither did Jack. That’s what relationships were about, equal burdens and dealing with things as they came.
“You need to eat,” Jack whispered gently, still running his fingers through the silky hair. “And maybe take a shower.”
“Are you saying I smell bad?”
Jack shook his head, with a short grin. “No, I said you need to take a shower-you can interpret that however you see fit.”
“What if I don’t want to take a shower?”
“Then I’ll haul you’re ass in there, and wash you down so that you stop stinkin’.”
“Oi!”
Jack laughed as he hugged Ianto close. “Ianto-you’re wonderful.” He whispered.
Ianto smiled, he felt like he hadn’t smiled in so long. Moving up Jack’s body just slightly, he pressed his lips to Jack’s. Jack immediately responded, opening his mouth-their tongues clashing in dominance.
Forgetting they were on the couch, Jack rolled over to land on top-sending both men crashing to the floor. In a tangle of arms, legs and clothed torsos, both men lost it in a fit of giggles.
“I-“ Jack shook his head, unable to stop giggling.
Ianto grinned from ear to ear as he shook his own head. “Never as romantic as the movies, come on then, Cariad.” Grabbing Jack’s hand he pulled the man towards the bedroom, both still grinning and chuckling from their abrupt landing.
Stepping into the room Jack reached for Ianto’s tie, as he began to try and lossen it, which seemed to only be making it tighter. Ianto finally slapped his hands away. “You’re going to choke me.”
Jack grinned as he leaned forward, allowing Ianto to work his tie, while he just kissed Ianto. “We’re never going-to get-undressed-at-this rate.” Ianto said, his words cut off by quick kisses to the lips.
Jack slid his hands down Ianto’s pants, gripping the man’s backside, causing Ianto to squeak slightly in surprise. “Why are you’re hands cold!?”
“You cut off the circulation!”
“Oh that’s sexy-“ His words were cut off by a feral groan when he felt Jack’s fingers slip in his entrance.
“You were saying.”
“I’m going to hurt you.” Ianto threatened as he back Jack towards the bed, his fingers working deftly at his shirt.
“Promises, promises.”
It didn’t matter that it wasn’t perfect, it didn’t matter that neither man was at the top of their game. All that mattered was they came together, in one another’s arms. And at the end, they were curled around one another, holding each other close. “You still need a shower.” Mumbled Jack as sleep took him over slowly.
Ianto chuckled. “You do too love, you do too.”
“Love you.”
“Ditto.” Muttered Ianto as his eyes slid close and dreams of Jack claimed him.
TBC