CHARACTERS: Ianto Jones and Jack Harkness
LOCATION: Somewhere in the passenger quarters
WARNINGS: Angst, possible progression into NC-17 territory.
SUMMARY: Jack and Ianto run into each other in the passenger quarters just after everyone arrives.
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Ianto missed his suit already )
Jack stopped dead in his tracks, and when he spoke, his voice was oddly hesitant, and not at all the way he normally sounded. "...Ianto?"
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As the lift brought them up to the right floor, presumably to dump them out in some sort of hallway lined with passenger quarters - it seemed like the sort of place to have an area like that, considering how huge it was - Jack shifted to lean against Ianto, touching more just for the sake of contact. "You alright?" he asked, knowing that it was a loaded question, but figuring he should ask it nonetheless. Ianto had mentioned that he was groggy, after all, and the motion of the lift probably wasn't doing anything to help that.
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"Nothing to worry over," he assured. "But if it's all the same, I'd like to avoid any future adventures in stasis chambers." The grogginess, memory loss, sore throat, and lack of coordination were only topped off by having had to walk about in his shorts covered in goo. At least that part was over. The other symptoms were all fading slowly but surely, and the trip in the lift was made tolerable by Jack's solid weight against him, keeping him from any possible vertigo or motion sickness.
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"Hey, you know what. If we find these passenger quarters they were talking about, there's a chance that we might be able to find some sort of a bath or shower as well. If you're interested, that is." Might make Ianto feel better, if nothing else. Granted, if it was public, he doubted that they'd be getting up to much other than washing off.
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The door to the lift slid open, and Ianto stepped out with Jack at his side, a long hallway going in either direction. Apparently this was floor "00" and all the doors appeared to be numbered. With a little start, the pieces slid into place for Ianto. Letting go of Jack's hand long enough to pull up his sleeve, he displayed the number on his arm. 007.
"Do you have one of these?" he asked, looking at Jack a little anxiously. He really didn't like the tattoo, or what it possibly implied.
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"Yeah," he said, answering Ianto. "Yeah, I... I do."
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The showers were thankfully empty, despite their communal nature. It seemed most people were still milling about downstairs, or wandering, or kipping in their rooms. That was all fine by Ianto, who immediately began unzipping his jumpsuit, heading toward the row of lockers with the neatly folded stacks of towels on the benches in front of them. He undressed quickly, tossing the clothing almost carelessly in an empty locker.
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Reaching out, Ianto tested the temperature of the water before moving forward, sighing deeply as the cascade of hot water rushed over him. Turning, he pulled Jack into his arms, tucking his head into Jack's shoulder and breathing him in.
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There were a lot of things that he wanted to say in that moment. And yet he didn't want to ruin it with talking either. He'd missed him. He'd never anticipated seeing him again. He was so, so sorry. He'd done some awful things, since he'd seen him. He wasn't sure that Ianto'd want to be with him, once he knew he'd sacrificed his own grandson because that was the easiest way out. Once he knew that he'd abandoned Gwen in Cardiff, pregnant and desperate for a friend, because he couldn't stand to look at her and know that he was going to end up killing her one day too. He selfishly didn't want to let that on, because he didn't know how Ianto would react, and yet. He ( ... )
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He loved Jack completely, and had long since lost his ability to judge him for his wrongs. His first concern would always be for Jack, for what committing those wrongs must have done to him. If Jack bared his soul now, he would be greeted with only sorrow and care. But Ianto wasn't aware of Jack's inner turmoil; not yet. So he dug the pads of his fingers lightly into the broad muscles of Jack's back, tracing the familiar lines, scattering slow, lingering kisses along Jack's shoulder.
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He ran his fingers through Ianto's hair gently, soothing both for him and for Ianto, but also more than that. A reassurance - yes, he was there; yes, everything was alright in that moment. Yes, he appreciated the kisses, and Ianto himself. "Ianto..." he said, softly, but that was as close as he got to starting up a conversation, as he nuzzled the side of his head gently.
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