He's Good On Roofs
Title: He's Good On Roofs
Disclaimer: Being a bloke who likes to slash pretty men doesn't make me RTD, I don't work for the BBC, and as much as I might like to, I don't own Jack or Ianto or any part of Torchwood. I do, however, order pizza under that name on principle.
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
Notes/Summary: Jack takes a shortcut to the ground floor. Ianto panics. Sneaky reference to 2x01 - "Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang." Written for the July 7 prompt at horizonssing.
Till I'm wheezing like a bus stop,
Running up the stairs, gonna meet you on the rooftop.
- “Summer in the City” by The Lovin' Spoonful
Ianto bolted up the stairwell of the British Gas building, flashlight in hand. The power grid was down, he’d lost comms with Jack nearly four minutes ago, and the panic was starting to crystallize into something almost tangible.
What if he’s hurt?
Irrational, Ianto reminded himself. Jack was nigh indestructible. Immortal. Healed cuts and scrapes in minutes on a good day.
What if he’s gone?
With a grunt, Ianto hauled himself onto the next landing and willed himself to run faster.
Two floors later, Ianto kicked his way out through an access door onto the gravel-topped roof. He held his gun at the ready, though he wasn’t sure of his aim. His vision was too bright, and he was gulping air.
Hyperventilating. I need to sit down.
Instead, he forced out a strangled “Jack?” and staggered across the roof, scanning the area for a glimpse of brown leather boot or a dark blue shirt.
Ianto’s earpiece crackled. “-nto?”
“Jack,” he gasped, tapping it to activate the mic. “Where. Are you?”
“Down on the pavement,” Jack replied. “I’ve got the device. You alright?”
“Ran. Twelve flights. Hate this building.” Ianto leaned against a ventilation hood and tried to catch his breath properly. He let his gun arm go slack, and the muscles in his legs threatened to turn into rubber bands. His heart felt like it was beating its way out of his chest. “Hang on. Pavement?”
“There was a small shockwave when the device reset. I uh -”
“Fell?” Ianto wheezed and tried to laugh as he slid down onto his knees. As he did, he felt the vent shaft start to vibrate. Around him, the city began to light up again.
Power’s back. That’s nice, he thought and blinked at the slightly blurry summer sky.
“Wait there,” Jack told him. “I’ll meet you on the rooftop.”
Disclaimer: Being a bloke who likes to slash pretty men doesn't make me RTD, I don't work for the BBC, and as much as I might like to, I don't own Jack or Ianto or any part of Torchwood. I do, however, order pizza under that name on principle.
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
Notes/Summary: Jack takes a shortcut to the ground floor. Ianto panics. Sneaky reference to 2x01 - "Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang." Written for the July 7 prompt at horizonssing.
Till I'm wheezing like a bus stop,
Running up the stairs, gonna meet you on the rooftop.
- “Summer in the City” by The Lovin' Spoonful
Ianto bolted up the stairwell of the British Gas building, flashlight in hand. The power grid was down, he’d lost comms with Jack nearly four minutes ago, and the panic was starting to crystallize into something almost tangible.
What if he’s hurt?
Irrational, Ianto reminded himself. Jack was nigh indestructible. Immortal. Healed cuts and scrapes in minutes on a good day.
What if he’s gone?
With a grunt, Ianto hauled himself onto the next landing and willed himself to run faster.
Two floors later, Ianto kicked his way out through an access door onto the gravel-topped roof. He held his gun at the ready, though he wasn’t sure of his aim. His vision was too bright, and he was gulping air.
Hyperventilating. I need to sit down.
Instead, he forced out a strangled “Jack?” and staggered across the roof, scanning the area for a glimpse of brown leather boot or a dark blue shirt.
Ianto’s earpiece crackled. “-nto?”
“Jack,” he gasped, tapping it to activate the mic. “Where. Are you?”
“Down on the pavement,” Jack replied. “I’ve got the device. You alright?”
“Ran. Twelve flights. Hate this building.” Ianto leaned against a ventilation hood and tried to catch his breath properly. He let his gun arm go slack, and the muscles in his legs threatened to turn into rubber bands. His heart felt like it was beating its way out of his chest. “Hang on. Pavement?”
“There was a small shockwave when the device reset. I uh -”
“Fell?” Ianto wheezed and tried to laugh as he slid down onto his knees. As he did, he felt the vent shaft start to vibrate. Around him, the city began to light up again.
Power’s back. That’s nice, he thought and blinked at the slightly blurry summer sky.
“Wait there,” Jack told him. “I’ll meet you on the rooftop.”