Fic- The Darkness: Empty
Title: Empty
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Adult - sex, death
Spoilers: Fragments
Summary: Ianto needs to numb his insides.
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: The sequel to Using Me, though it’s a prequel really. AU! This is the 2nd in a series of AU drabbles. Comments please!
“Hey! Report for work first thing tomorrow. Like the suit by the way.”
Ianto tried to swallow down his tears as he walked away. It was going to be all right. He didn’t need to cry anymore. He was going to save Lisa. He could forget that urge, that attraction he’d felt to the Captain. That didn’t matter now. He was going to save Lisa.
He got home. It was quiet and dark, as usual.
“Lisa!” he called out, though he knew she wouldn’t respond. “I’ve done it! I got in. Everything’s going to be all right now, I promise.”
He walked into the living room where he’d managed to set up the primitive machines as life support for Lisa. The machines were humming as usual.
He went to her side and took her hand. “Lisa, are you awake?”
She didn’t answer. Her hand was cold. Ianto leaned over her. “Lisa?” He put a hand on her exposed belly. It was still and cold.
Ianto looked into her face. It was still and peaceful. She was dead.
Ianto couldn’t breathe. He sunk to the floor, trembling. He curled up on the carpet and the shaking became sobbing. He curled in on himself and let his grief overcome him.
Everything has been broken and there was nothing Ianto could do. The world fell around him.
In the morning, Ianto found himself washing and dressing as normal, then going into work. He didn’t know why, only that it was the only thing he could do.
Lisa had never once entered the hub. He could leave the memories at home. He could forget here. He could bury the horror and the pain deep. He could send it away.
Ianto was alone, leaning against the cabinets down in the archives. His chest ached as he tried to hold in the desperate sobs, the deep grief. He didn’t want to feel it. He wanted to leave it behind. He wanted to forget it. he wanted it not to hurt anymore. He wanted to feel nothing.
“Hey,” said the Captain’s strong voice. “So, how was your first day?”
Ianto turned and Harkness’s eyes widened. “What’s the matter? You’ve been crying.” He reached out to touch Ianto’s face.
Ianto pulled back and wiped his face. “Nothing, sir. I’m fine.” He looked away and still he could feel the Captain’s eyes on him.
The air was still around them and neither of them spoke. Then suddenly, Ianto found himself reaching out for Harkness and yanking him close. Their lips didn’t meet but Ianto found himself holding on tight to Jack’s collar.
“Fuck me,” Ianto demanded.
The Captain’s eyes widened. “Sorry?”
“Fuck me now.” Ianto turned and fumbled with his belt. He got his pants down and then the Captain was there, his hands on him and it was all hard and fast and numbing.
The Captain mouthed at Ianto’s neck as his big thick cock forced its way inside him, taking away the pain in his chest.
“Jack. Call me Jack.”
And Ianto couldn’t breathe, couldn’t argue. All he could do, all he wanted to do was to let this man, this strong man who thought only of sex, take his pain away.
But he wasn’t Jack. He wasn’t even Harkness or the Captain. He was just something to fill up Ianto’s achingly empty insides.