And So It Begins... Again: Part 3 (2A/10)
Title: Part 3 - In Your Honour
Rating: 15 to NC17
* changes through the Part
Characters/Pairings: Team, Martha, Ten ; Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: S1, 2x01, Minor DW 3x12, 3x13
Warnings: Mild violence; M/M relations; Angst
Summary: Ianto's back to his usual routine, but Jack's not sure...
[ The 'And So It Begins... Again' Saga ]
Disclaimer: Torchwood belongs to Russel T. Davies, I sadly don't own them... All lyrics belong to Foo Fighters
Author's Note: It's the beginning of the real angst here... so sorry guys =[ Our Ianto's not quite in sync yet, is he? This chapter's alright, but the angst fest in 2B - hence why I cut this chapter in half as well =] In hindsight, the story flows better when it's in these kind of installements (especially for regular posting). You have to understand that when i wrote this, I was just writing and posting straight away - so there could be days or weeks without a chapter. I felt writing to roughly 3000 words a chapter was a decent thing to do.
But please enjoy! This chapter's for Abby cos she's been a real sweetie and listened to my moaning on about my life for the past week =]
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Chapter 2A
“Back and forth that voice of yours keeps me up at night
Help me search to find the words that eat you up inside”
-What If I Do?, Foo Fighters
Ianto had watched Jack go into the TARDIS and heard the low mumble of male voices conversing before he decided to return to his office. He didn’t particularly want to listen in to a conversation between the two men. He had a feeling that the Doctor was yet to convince Jack to go away with him again.
He felt horrible for even thinking it, but he couldn’t help it. The thought sat in the back of his skull, deep in the recesses of his mind that he wished weren’t there. It made him feel like the lowest being on the earth, but he’d just have to live with it until the Doctor left - with or without Jack.
He sighed and dropped into his seat at the Tourist Office desk, flicking through some brochures and deciding which to put up in the new display. He managed to put off all thoughts of Jack and the Doctor for the rest of the morning.
When he decided to go down to the hub at around one in the afternoon, he had managed to get himself in quite a good mood.
“Okay guys, what am ordering for lunch today?” Gwen swivelled in her seat at the first sound of Ianto’s voice and grinned at him. Ianto simply put his hands in his pockets and smiled. “I’ll take that as ‘pizza’ from Gwen.”
She grinned at him once more then jumped up to go find Owen, obviously trying to get another vote for pizzas. Ianto shook his head and walked over to Tosh, sitting down on the desk next to her and wiggling his fingers in front of her face. She jumped slightly and looked up at him.
“Oh, Ianto, sorry! I was just getting into my new program, its more effective than that original rift predictor!” Ianto quickly covered her mouth over with a hand as he sensed a long and complex explanation that would postpone their food and looked at her pointedly before removing it. “Sorry, I’ll go for pizza as well, thanks, Ianto.”
“Tell me about that program when the food gets here, it sounds really interesting.” Tosh’s face lit up and she gave him an appreciative smile which Ianto returned before he went off to find Jack, the Doctor and Martha.
As he walked past the autopsy room, he heard a few scuffles, a sharp “OW!” and a muttered voice and then: “Ianto! Pizza!” which Ianto silently filed away and then carried on with his quest to find Jack.
He made his way slowly down to the TARDIS sitting in the basin of the hub and forced himself to step into the box and look around. He smiled at Martha as she waved and beckoned him over.
Looking around carefully, he made his way through the tangles of wires and open consoles to where Martha stood in the centre of the room. When he got over there, he saw Jack bent down into a gap in the floor, waist high. He could hear mumbled wonderings drifting up through the gap in the floor and he smiled to himself, poking the proffered backside with his toe.
There was a jerk, a shuffle and Jack pulled himself free of the hole in the floor, looking up at Ianto with a dazzling smile on his face. The young man couldn’t help but melt just a little inside.
“So what do you lot want for lunch?” He turned around and looked at Martha. “So far, there’s three votes for pizza from the others.”
Jack stood up and wrapped his arms around Ianto from behind and rested his chin on the young man’s shoulder. “What do you want, Ianto?”
Ianto looked to the floor and smiled. “I think pizza sounds like the best option today.” He felt Jack nod his approval on his shoulder and looked up.
“Okay then, pizza it is!” Jack grinned and kissed Ianto in the crook of his neck and nuzzled his nose in, causing Ianto to squirm and force his way out of Jack’s arms to the sound of Martha’s laughter.
“What toppings will you all want then?” Ianto stood back, a little nearer to Martha and looked at Jack, who was grinning at him again.
“I’ll have the usual please.” Jack winked before diving back into the hole in the floor to finish whatever it was he’d been repairing before. He looked away and turned towards Martha who was smiling at him as well.
“I’ll have a pepperoni please, Ianto.” She smiled at him then sat down on the stool behind her, looking around. “Doctor? What pizza do you want?”
Ianto was surprised at how loud Martha was capable of being, and he rocked on his heels slightly as she bellowed at the Doctor. Within seconds, he was hanging over the banister on the balcony and grinning boyishly down at the trio.
“Did someone say pizza?” Martha rolled her eyes and nodded. “I’ll have a cheese and tomato one please, no messing.”
Ianto nodded and mentally noted down the orders before going back into the hub and collecting the rest of them. Within ten minutes, he was on the phone and ordering the food. The others started to mill around the sofa and coffee table behind Tosh’s desk around a half hour later.
Ianto came down from the Tourist Office, where he’d been collecting the delivery, to find Jack and the Doctor sitting on the sofa, with Martha on the Doctor’s lap, and the Doctor sitting back with his arms lying on the back of the sofa.
Ianto felt a small stab in his stomach, related to the niggling feeling in the back of his skull. They look so comfortable together… Maybe that’s where Jack belongs.
Ianto didn’t even falter in his polite smile as he set the boxes down on the table and handed them out. He was pleasantly surprised however when Jack pulled him down onto the sofa next to him, an arm around his waist.
The team sat amiably and ate, talking freely; what was going on with the TARDIS, how the Doctor had found himself in Cardiff, how the three of them had met and so on. Ianto was quite comfortable sitting and listening to the other three questioning the time travellers, especially as he had Jack’s arm wrapped around his waist the whole time.
*
That evening, Owen, Gwen and Tosh left at the normal time, and Ianto was doing his final rounds at about 10 pm. He found Jack sitting in his office, shuffling through some files and drinking the end of a cold cup of coffee.
“Do you want a fresh one?” Ianto pointed to the mug in his hand when Jack looked up in bewilderment. Seeing the young man in his doorway, he smiled and walked over, placing a hand on his face and kissing him affectionately on the lips.
“No thanks. I’ve got to go back down and help the Doctor out. We’ve almost finished sorting it out. He should be able to take it for a test drive tomorrow.” He kissed Ianto again before pulling him into a hug - one of his warm and comforting hugs that made Ianto feel like there was nothing but the two of them left in the world. They were both reluctant to pull away, but eventually, Ianto managed to force himself out of the embrace.
“I think I’m going to go home and sort the flat out. We’ve left it in a bit of a mess and I need to stock up on food.” Jack’s face fell a little. “Don’t worry, I know you have to stay, I’m not exactly holding it against you.”
He gave Jack a smile before turning around and leaving the hub. Jack watched the young man leave and desperately wished he could be going with him. Instead, he just sighed and made his way down to the TARDIS.
He stepped in and stood near the door, watching as Martha and the Doctor pieced the floor back together, slotting the wires and pipes back in their rightful places and covering them up again. The Doctor pulled out the sonic screwdriver and fixed them down one by one. Standing up, he walked over to Jack and sighed.
“I think that’s everything… I’m still getting some readings that I’m not expecting, but maybe I need to get over that.” He looked at the pillar running down the middle of the room and rubbed his chin. “I’ll give her a whirl now, if that’s okay?”
Jack nodded and stepped back out of the TARDIS and moved up to the workstations. He stood and watched as the box dematerialised with the grating siren and the flashing light. For a few, breath taking moments, he thought that the Doctor was gone, that he’d finally fixed his ship. A minute later, that noise and that light were back, closely followed by the bulky blue police box. The Doctor stepped out of the box and growled.
“What happened?” Jack called down to the Doctor, wanting to know the extent of the miscalculation in the trip.
“Well, I attempted to go to the coronation of Julius Caesar and we ended up at the entombment of Tuttankamun.” He sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes. “Its going to be another long night… Shall we get started?”
Jack nodded sullenly and made his way back down to the basin, wishing more than ever that he was curled up in bed with Ianto.
The young man had seemed quieter than usual, and Jack suspected it was something to do with the Doctor’s presence… He just wish he knew what.
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TBC - things really start to get tense in Chapter 2B!
Rating: 15 to NC17
* changes through the Part
Characters/Pairings: Team, Martha, Ten ; Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: S1, 2x01, Minor DW 3x12, 3x13
Warnings: Mild violence; M/M relations; Angst
Summary: Ianto's back to his usual routine, but Jack's not sure...
[ The 'And So It Begins... Again' Saga ]
Disclaimer: Torchwood belongs to Russel T. Davies, I sadly don't own them... All lyrics belong to Foo Fighters
Author's Note: It's the beginning of the real angst here... so sorry guys =[ Our Ianto's not quite in sync yet, is he? This chapter's alright, but the angst fest in 2B - hence why I cut this chapter in half as well =] In hindsight, the story flows better when it's in these kind of installements (especially for regular posting). You have to understand that when i wrote this, I was just writing and posting straight away - so there could be days or weeks without a chapter. I felt writing to roughly 3000 words a chapter was a decent thing to do.
But please enjoy! This chapter's for Abby cos she's been a real sweetie and listened to my moaning on about my life for the past week =]
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Chapter 2A
“Back and forth that voice of yours keeps me up at night
Help me search to find the words that eat you up inside”
-What If I Do?, Foo Fighters
Ianto had watched Jack go into the TARDIS and heard the low mumble of male voices conversing before he decided to return to his office. He didn’t particularly want to listen in to a conversation between the two men. He had a feeling that the Doctor was yet to convince Jack to go away with him again.
He felt horrible for even thinking it, but he couldn’t help it. The thought sat in the back of his skull, deep in the recesses of his mind that he wished weren’t there. It made him feel like the lowest being on the earth, but he’d just have to live with it until the Doctor left - with or without Jack.
He sighed and dropped into his seat at the Tourist Office desk, flicking through some brochures and deciding which to put up in the new display. He managed to put off all thoughts of Jack and the Doctor for the rest of the morning.
When he decided to go down to the hub at around one in the afternoon, he had managed to get himself in quite a good mood.
“Okay guys, what am ordering for lunch today?” Gwen swivelled in her seat at the first sound of Ianto’s voice and grinned at him. Ianto simply put his hands in his pockets and smiled. “I’ll take that as ‘pizza’ from Gwen.”
She grinned at him once more then jumped up to go find Owen, obviously trying to get another vote for pizzas. Ianto shook his head and walked over to Tosh, sitting down on the desk next to her and wiggling his fingers in front of her face. She jumped slightly and looked up at him.
“Oh, Ianto, sorry! I was just getting into my new program, its more effective than that original rift predictor!” Ianto quickly covered her mouth over with a hand as he sensed a long and complex explanation that would postpone their food and looked at her pointedly before removing it. “Sorry, I’ll go for pizza as well, thanks, Ianto.”
“Tell me about that program when the food gets here, it sounds really interesting.” Tosh’s face lit up and she gave him an appreciative smile which Ianto returned before he went off to find Jack, the Doctor and Martha.
As he walked past the autopsy room, he heard a few scuffles, a sharp “OW!” and a muttered voice and then: “Ianto! Pizza!” which Ianto silently filed away and then carried on with his quest to find Jack.
He made his way slowly down to the TARDIS sitting in the basin of the hub and forced himself to step into the box and look around. He smiled at Martha as she waved and beckoned him over.
Looking around carefully, he made his way through the tangles of wires and open consoles to where Martha stood in the centre of the room. When he got over there, he saw Jack bent down into a gap in the floor, waist high. He could hear mumbled wonderings drifting up through the gap in the floor and he smiled to himself, poking the proffered backside with his toe.
There was a jerk, a shuffle and Jack pulled himself free of the hole in the floor, looking up at Ianto with a dazzling smile on his face. The young man couldn’t help but melt just a little inside.
“So what do you lot want for lunch?” He turned around and looked at Martha. “So far, there’s three votes for pizza from the others.”
Jack stood up and wrapped his arms around Ianto from behind and rested his chin on the young man’s shoulder. “What do you want, Ianto?”
Ianto looked to the floor and smiled. “I think pizza sounds like the best option today.” He felt Jack nod his approval on his shoulder and looked up.
“Okay then, pizza it is!” Jack grinned and kissed Ianto in the crook of his neck and nuzzled his nose in, causing Ianto to squirm and force his way out of Jack’s arms to the sound of Martha’s laughter.
“What toppings will you all want then?” Ianto stood back, a little nearer to Martha and looked at Jack, who was grinning at him again.
“I’ll have the usual please.” Jack winked before diving back into the hole in the floor to finish whatever it was he’d been repairing before. He looked away and turned towards Martha who was smiling at him as well.
“I’ll have a pepperoni please, Ianto.” She smiled at him then sat down on the stool behind her, looking around. “Doctor? What pizza do you want?”
Ianto was surprised at how loud Martha was capable of being, and he rocked on his heels slightly as she bellowed at the Doctor. Within seconds, he was hanging over the banister on the balcony and grinning boyishly down at the trio.
“Did someone say pizza?” Martha rolled her eyes and nodded. “I’ll have a cheese and tomato one please, no messing.”
Ianto nodded and mentally noted down the orders before going back into the hub and collecting the rest of them. Within ten minutes, he was on the phone and ordering the food. The others started to mill around the sofa and coffee table behind Tosh’s desk around a half hour later.
Ianto came down from the Tourist Office, where he’d been collecting the delivery, to find Jack and the Doctor sitting on the sofa, with Martha on the Doctor’s lap, and the Doctor sitting back with his arms lying on the back of the sofa.
Ianto felt a small stab in his stomach, related to the niggling feeling in the back of his skull. They look so comfortable together… Maybe that’s where Jack belongs.
Ianto didn’t even falter in his polite smile as he set the boxes down on the table and handed them out. He was pleasantly surprised however when Jack pulled him down onto the sofa next to him, an arm around his waist.
The team sat amiably and ate, talking freely; what was going on with the TARDIS, how the Doctor had found himself in Cardiff, how the three of them had met and so on. Ianto was quite comfortable sitting and listening to the other three questioning the time travellers, especially as he had Jack’s arm wrapped around his waist the whole time.
*
That evening, Owen, Gwen and Tosh left at the normal time, and Ianto was doing his final rounds at about 10 pm. He found Jack sitting in his office, shuffling through some files and drinking the end of a cold cup of coffee.
“Do you want a fresh one?” Ianto pointed to the mug in his hand when Jack looked up in bewilderment. Seeing the young man in his doorway, he smiled and walked over, placing a hand on his face and kissing him affectionately on the lips.
“No thanks. I’ve got to go back down and help the Doctor out. We’ve almost finished sorting it out. He should be able to take it for a test drive tomorrow.” He kissed Ianto again before pulling him into a hug - one of his warm and comforting hugs that made Ianto feel like there was nothing but the two of them left in the world. They were both reluctant to pull away, but eventually, Ianto managed to force himself out of the embrace.
“I think I’m going to go home and sort the flat out. We’ve left it in a bit of a mess and I need to stock up on food.” Jack’s face fell a little. “Don’t worry, I know you have to stay, I’m not exactly holding it against you.”
He gave Jack a smile before turning around and leaving the hub. Jack watched the young man leave and desperately wished he could be going with him. Instead, he just sighed and made his way down to the TARDIS.
He stepped in and stood near the door, watching as Martha and the Doctor pieced the floor back together, slotting the wires and pipes back in their rightful places and covering them up again. The Doctor pulled out the sonic screwdriver and fixed them down one by one. Standing up, he walked over to Jack and sighed.
“I think that’s everything… I’m still getting some readings that I’m not expecting, but maybe I need to get over that.” He looked at the pillar running down the middle of the room and rubbed his chin. “I’ll give her a whirl now, if that’s okay?”
Jack nodded and stepped back out of the TARDIS and moved up to the workstations. He stood and watched as the box dematerialised with the grating siren and the flashing light. For a few, breath taking moments, he thought that the Doctor was gone, that he’d finally fixed his ship. A minute later, that noise and that light were back, closely followed by the bulky blue police box. The Doctor stepped out of the box and growled.
“What happened?” Jack called down to the Doctor, wanting to know the extent of the miscalculation in the trip.
“Well, I attempted to go to the coronation of Julius Caesar and we ended up at the entombment of Tuttankamun.” He sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes. “Its going to be another long night… Shall we get started?”
Jack nodded sullenly and made his way back down to the basin, wishing more than ever that he was curled up in bed with Ianto.
The young man had seemed quieter than usual, and Jack suspected it was something to do with the Doctor’s presence… He just wish he knew what.
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TBC - things really start to get tense in Chapter 2B!