Ficlet: A Sight To See
Title: A Sight To See
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Word Count: 586
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack has dragged Ianto out of Cardiff to watch the sun come up.
Written For: My Mini Summer Bingo Prompt ‘Sunrise’ at fffc.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
Lying on a hilltop a few miles outside Cardiff, well away from the ever-present light pollution of the Welsh capital, Ianto watched the sky overhead gradually growing lighter and the stars fading out as dawn approached. He nudged Jack, who was sprawled on the blanket beside him.
“Are you awake?”
All he got in reply was a bemused and sleepy “Huh?” from his lover.
“The sun will be coming up soon.”
“Oh, is that all? Why’d you have to wake me up just to tell me that? I was having a really good dream. You were in it.” Jack yawned, squirmed into a more comfortable position, and settled down again, closing his eyes as he tried to return to his dream.
Ianto snorted with amusement. “It was your idea to come all the way out here in the middle of the night so we could watch the sun come up,” he reminded the other man. “I would’ve been perfectly happy to stay in bed for a few hours longer, but you insisted. Now here we are, sunrise is only a matter of minutes away, and you plan to sleep through it? You don’t know what you’re missing.”
“’Course I do, I’ve seen the sun before, hundreds of times,” Jack mumbled, his eyes still firmly closed. “It’s a round, yellow blob in the sky, when it’s not hiding behind the clouds, which is what it does most days. What’s the big deal about watching it come up anyway? It does that every day.”
“Which is exactly what I said to you when you woke me up at three this morning, but then you reminded me today’s the summer solstice, the longest day of the year. You told me you wanted to see the solstice sunrise on earth at least once, so you’d better wake up and watch because I know what you’re like; if you miss it, you’ll blame me, spend the rest of the day complaining about it to everyone who’ll listen, and then we’ll have to go through all this again next year.” Ianto tugged at Jack, manhandling him until he was sitting mostly upright, staring blearily towards the eastern horizon. “There. Now all you have to do is keep your eyes open.”
Jack pouted. “You’re a cruel man, Ianto Jones.”
“You say that now, but you’ll thank me for this later.”
“Don’t count on it.”
Leaning against each other, they watched as a thin line of silver light spread across the horizon, and slowly, almost as if it was shy, the sun peeped up over the distant hills. Gradually it climbed higher and higher, turning the brightening sky a dozen shades of lavender, pink, and gold, until at last all of it was visible, a distinct golden disc, pouring down light and warmth across the land.
Ianto watched everything through his sunglasses, smiling as he snapped off a bunch of photos on his phone, glad that he’d let Jack talk him into this; some things needed to be experienced first-hand. Now a brand-new day was underway, and there was scarcely a cloud in the sky; it looked like the solstice this year would be blessed by perfect summer weather.
“There now, wasn’t that worth seeing?” he asked Jack.
The only reply was a soft snore from the vicinity of Ianto’s shoulder, where Jack’s head was resting. He’d already fallen asleep again.
Ianto rolled his eyes. For an immortal who supposedly needed less sleep than regular twenty-first century humans, Jack really wasn’t a morning person.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Word Count: 586
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack has dragged Ianto out of Cardiff to watch the sun come up.
Written For: My Mini Summer Bingo Prompt ‘Sunrise’ at fffc.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
Lying on a hilltop a few miles outside Cardiff, well away from the ever-present light pollution of the Welsh capital, Ianto watched the sky overhead gradually growing lighter and the stars fading out as dawn approached. He nudged Jack, who was sprawled on the blanket beside him.
“Are you awake?”
All he got in reply was a bemused and sleepy “Huh?” from his lover.
“The sun will be coming up soon.”
“Oh, is that all? Why’d you have to wake me up just to tell me that? I was having a really good dream. You were in it.” Jack yawned, squirmed into a more comfortable position, and settled down again, closing his eyes as he tried to return to his dream.
Ianto snorted with amusement. “It was your idea to come all the way out here in the middle of the night so we could watch the sun come up,” he reminded the other man. “I would’ve been perfectly happy to stay in bed for a few hours longer, but you insisted. Now here we are, sunrise is only a matter of minutes away, and you plan to sleep through it? You don’t know what you’re missing.”
“’Course I do, I’ve seen the sun before, hundreds of times,” Jack mumbled, his eyes still firmly closed. “It’s a round, yellow blob in the sky, when it’s not hiding behind the clouds, which is what it does most days. What’s the big deal about watching it come up anyway? It does that every day.”
“Which is exactly what I said to you when you woke me up at three this morning, but then you reminded me today’s the summer solstice, the longest day of the year. You told me you wanted to see the solstice sunrise on earth at least once, so you’d better wake up and watch because I know what you’re like; if you miss it, you’ll blame me, spend the rest of the day complaining about it to everyone who’ll listen, and then we’ll have to go through all this again next year.” Ianto tugged at Jack, manhandling him until he was sitting mostly upright, staring blearily towards the eastern horizon. “There. Now all you have to do is keep your eyes open.”
Jack pouted. “You’re a cruel man, Ianto Jones.”
“You say that now, but you’ll thank me for this later.”
“Don’t count on it.”
Leaning against each other, they watched as a thin line of silver light spread across the horizon, and slowly, almost as if it was shy, the sun peeped up over the distant hills. Gradually it climbed higher and higher, turning the brightening sky a dozen shades of lavender, pink, and gold, until at last all of it was visible, a distinct golden disc, pouring down light and warmth across the land.
Ianto watched everything through his sunglasses, smiling as he snapped off a bunch of photos on his phone, glad that he’d let Jack talk him into this; some things needed to be experienced first-hand. Now a brand-new day was underway, and there was scarcely a cloud in the sky; it looked like the solstice this year would be blessed by perfect summer weather.
“There now, wasn’t that worth seeing?” he asked Jack.
The only reply was a soft snore from the vicinity of Ianto’s shoulder, where Jack’s head was resting. He’d already fallen asleep again.
Ianto rolled his eyes. For an immortal who supposedly needed less sleep than regular twenty-first century humans, Jack really wasn’t a morning person.
The End