A Vengeful World - Dare to Hope
Authors Notes: This is our first ever co-written fic series- so please bear this in mind! This series will eventually use the idea of the Seven Deadly Sins, and will contain alternating view points of Jack and Ianto (which basically means one of us is writing Jack, and one of us is writing Ianto). Here, can we also add, this is NOT a Gwen/Jack fic, and never will be. Please note, in this particular fic, KKBB never occurred. This entire series can be found on both of our journals, throughout, and will be cross-posted.
2nd_toshiko: Jackxianto, Torchwoodslash, Torch_wood.
Just_being_me08: Jantolution, Torchwoodcoffee, Torchwood_fic.
Chapter One: Eternal Recurrence
Chapter Two: Wrath of The Betrayed
Oh God.
Fuck.
Shit.
What have I done?
I sit here, at the edge of the bed, my brain drowning in torturous guilt, my body shrinking at the fiery of my mind.
Is it true, what they say? Are we too blind to accept what is fate?
But what have I done?
Gripping the blankets, I fight the urge to overturn the bed, to scream into the pillows until the walls around me break free. I want to yell and cry until time itself stops.
Until I can completely believe Ianto is no longer mine.
Come into my world, Yan. See through my eyes, feel the guilt twist of my guts, the agonizing thumps of my heart. Just, please, try to understand, before we lose everything we have.
I look behind me, the gentle movements of a sleeping woman sending a chill to my neck. I see her bare chest heaving up and down, her peaceful breathes, those arms and thighs darkened with my touch.
I’m sorry, Yan.
But it doesn’t end here.
*
Look at me.
Look me, just once.
Just one look would be enough to tell me what I need to know, Ianto.
Jack watched the Welshman walked past his office, feigning interest in his daily tasks. Picking up the left over cups on Owen’s desk, he knew Ianto was avoiding the piercing glaze, what was Jack’s desperate look.
As he walked down the steps leading from his office, a sudden image bursting into his mind, like a beautiful gatecrasher……..
We were in the countryside, incidentally. I knew Ianto was remembering the cannibal attacks, the desperation at which we fled. The way he screamed and held onto my jacket, saying he was sorry, that he wanted me, but he couldn’t…unless we got away….
We fought that day, straining our energies, but it didn’t matter- we fought for each other.
I could feel the rush of Ianto’s blood within him, as he touched me, the adrenaline and the want in his eyes.
But, God, I wanted him more.
Later than night……… I felt his lips brush mine, just before tongue reached into the soul of my mouth. The magic just was Ianto crashed into my life is fully that day. His arms held me, all his -and mine- vulnerability so clear to see, he wouldn’t deny it…..
I love him, Jack thought, wiping dry tears, his body aching with non-precedent feeling. I need him.
I need to talk to him
Jack opened his eyes to a different world. A world with a Sephy and a world where Ianto wasn’t his……
A world where Ianto and Sephy were together.
I went down to the archives- wanting, hoping, I could make Ianto see sense. I ….I missed him; maybe It was time I made him see that.
Too late.
Sephy filled the room with her aurora, kissing Ianto with barely concealed passion. She held his head in between her fingers, her hands slowly travelling to and lingering at his waist, her arms and legs weaving in and out of his. Ianto was lost in her, kissing her with equal desperation, as if he wanted to drown in her body….
…Maybe he even loved her. I wouldn’t know.
In this world, I’m invisible.
*
Jack barged past Gwen, Tosh and Owen, his heart in his mouth, and his hopes at his feet.
If he had ran his whole life, what made him think he’d stop now? Except running from Ianto was getting harder every second that he stayed close, every second he saw Sephy’s face made him want to hurl himself to another dimension.
Once upon a time, WE were like that.
‘JACK!’
Shut UP. Leave me alone.
‘JACK!’
Leave me ALONE.
‘JACK! WAIT!’
‘WHAT?’ The Captain bellowed, his lungs ripping apart at the extremity.
Gwen slowed down, breathing hard. ‘Jack….I’m sorry’
Jack looked at her between his eyelashes, trying to pretend he didn’t know what she meant.
‘I’m fine’ he said, trying - and failing- to smile. ‘No big deal’
Sephy’s hands lay between Ianto’s shoulders, so comfortable and reassured. Ianto’s own hands were placed at Sephy’s face, as if to show her to the world-
‘Jack’, Gwen began, looking cautious. ‘’No one should have to see that, especially not you. I knew he was mad but….I guess that’s lovers for you’
She sat on the floor, cross legged, and hair tumbling over her shoulders. She looked so innocent, and beautiful.
‘Are you okay, Gwen?’ Jack asked, his mind still filled with Ianto. He watched her fiddle with the grid-like flooring, smiling sadly.
‘Things aren’t that great between me and Rhys, if that’s what you mean’, she started, then paused. She looked up at Jack. ‘It’s nothing compared to your….predicament though.’
Jack sighed, and sat next to her. ‘Tell me about it’.
Ianto moved closer to his new lover, breathing in the scent of beauty, her soft skin inches from his fingers…
‘He just…. Controls me, thinks he knows what Torchwood’s about. He even told me to LEAVE’, Gwen carried on, feeling teary and depressed. She held on to Jack’s arm.
Jack moved close. ‘We shouldn’t have to suffer alone.’
Sephy held Ianto close, unwilling to let go. ‘Don’t stop, Ianto’, she breathed, heavily.
Silence. Gwen stared at Jack.
‘No, we shouldn’t’, Gwen breathed, watching Jack. The Captain picked up her other hand, stroking it lightly with his fingers. ‘But Jack….you don’t……’
Jack glanced at her, his piercing blue eyes making her voice die in her throat. Deep down, Gwen knew she was looking for this.
Their kiss deepened, until Ianto no longer knew where Sephy ended and he began. He needed this……..
‘I need you’, Jack said to Gwen, desperately, pulling her closer by the waist. He moved towards her lips, trying to kiss with the same passion that he had seen in Ianto, wanting more, but getting less.
Gwen wasn’t enough.
I’ll make her enough.
Jack pressed his lips harder to her mouth, Gwen responding with equal energy, though more passion.
‘Jack’, she croaked, between kisses. ‘I need…security…I need someone I can love’.
Jack froze.
Love?
He looked at her, sense dawning on him, slightly. I don’t love you.
Ianto and Sephy…Together…Together….
‘I’m sorry’ Jack stammered, moving away from Gwen, smoothing himself down. ‘I…should’ve…I’m sorry!’
Gwen stared at him, longingly, before grabbing him by the arms, putting her lips to his throat. ‘Don’t be sorry’, she said, kissing his neck. Jack relaxed, visibly, in her hands. ‘Don’t worry’.
They loved each other…Ianto and Sephy….IANTO and Sephy……..IANTO…..
*
What have I done?
I stand next to Gwen, who sleeps gently in the bed, now fully clothed and ready to go.
It’s not her I wanted. I need to get away.
Yan, I promised I’d try. I’d try to come back for you. Survive the Master. Fight him, beat him, endure him- just so I could go home.
It was only my memories that kept me sane, in those times. Then how come now I’m lonelier than ever? How could it to come to the point that I regret Torchwood Three?
I leave the Hub in its quiet, the midnight-darkness looming overhead. The echoes make me more alone, the feeling in the small of my back.
The cold air hits me, as I step out onto the Plass, all the magical memories I ever had evaporate. I don’t need them anymore.
I have to find my way back to a life I once knew: the leader of Torchwood, who knew nothing of love or need. But to when I knew what I wanted and I got it. When I was could stand for myself, when I was truly independent.
I wipe my face, only to find it wet. I look up at the sky. Nothing. No rain.
Silent tears.
*
Gwen rushes out of the Hub, six o’clock in the morning, covering herself with her arms, looking confused and tired.
Ianto stood at a corner, leaning against a wall, his face crunching up in anger and fear.
And in sadness.
He’s done it, Ianto thought, emotions seizing his body.
He’s left me.
I’ve lost him.
TBC.
We’d like to point out now -before any readers put it to their heads to kill us- that this is NOT A GWEN/JACK FIC.
Okay, now we’ve made that clear- what do you think? Negative or positive comments, we welcome them all!
2nd_toshiko: Jackxianto, Torchwoodslash, Torch_wood.
Just_being_me08: Jantolution, Torchwoodcoffee, Torchwood_fic.
Chapter One: Eternal Recurrence
Chapter Two: Wrath of The Betrayed
Oh God.
Fuck.
Shit.
What have I done?
I sit here, at the edge of the bed, my brain drowning in torturous guilt, my body shrinking at the fiery of my mind.
Is it true, what they say? Are we too blind to accept what is fate?
But what have I done?
Gripping the blankets, I fight the urge to overturn the bed, to scream into the pillows until the walls around me break free. I want to yell and cry until time itself stops.
Until I can completely believe Ianto is no longer mine.
Come into my world, Yan. See through my eyes, feel the guilt twist of my guts, the agonizing thumps of my heart. Just, please, try to understand, before we lose everything we have.
I look behind me, the gentle movements of a sleeping woman sending a chill to my neck. I see her bare chest heaving up and down, her peaceful breathes, those arms and thighs darkened with my touch.
I’m sorry, Yan.
But it doesn’t end here.
*
Look at me.
Look me, just once.
Just one look would be enough to tell me what I need to know, Ianto.
Jack watched the Welshman walked past his office, feigning interest in his daily tasks. Picking up the left over cups on Owen’s desk, he knew Ianto was avoiding the piercing glaze, what was Jack’s desperate look.
As he walked down the steps leading from his office, a sudden image bursting into his mind, like a beautiful gatecrasher……..
We were in the countryside, incidentally. I knew Ianto was remembering the cannibal attacks, the desperation at which we fled. The way he screamed and held onto my jacket, saying he was sorry, that he wanted me, but he couldn’t…unless we got away….
We fought that day, straining our energies, but it didn’t matter- we fought for each other.
I could feel the rush of Ianto’s blood within him, as he touched me, the adrenaline and the want in his eyes.
But, God, I wanted him more.
Later than night……… I felt his lips brush mine, just before tongue reached into the soul of my mouth. The magic just was Ianto crashed into my life is fully that day. His arms held me, all his -and mine- vulnerability so clear to see, he wouldn’t deny it…..
I love him, Jack thought, wiping dry tears, his body aching with non-precedent feeling. I need him.
I need to talk to him
Jack opened his eyes to a different world. A world with a Sephy and a world where Ianto wasn’t his……
A world where Ianto and Sephy were together.
I went down to the archives- wanting, hoping, I could make Ianto see sense. I ….I missed him; maybe It was time I made him see that.
Too late.
Sephy filled the room with her aurora, kissing Ianto with barely concealed passion. She held his head in between her fingers, her hands slowly travelling to and lingering at his waist, her arms and legs weaving in and out of his. Ianto was lost in her, kissing her with equal desperation, as if he wanted to drown in her body….
…Maybe he even loved her. I wouldn’t know.
In this world, I’m invisible.
*
Jack barged past Gwen, Tosh and Owen, his heart in his mouth, and his hopes at his feet.
If he had ran his whole life, what made him think he’d stop now? Except running from Ianto was getting harder every second that he stayed close, every second he saw Sephy’s face made him want to hurl himself to another dimension.
Once upon a time, WE were like that.
‘JACK!’
Shut UP. Leave me alone.
‘JACK!’
Leave me ALONE.
‘JACK! WAIT!’
‘WHAT?’ The Captain bellowed, his lungs ripping apart at the extremity.
Gwen slowed down, breathing hard. ‘Jack….I’m sorry’
Jack looked at her between his eyelashes, trying to pretend he didn’t know what she meant.
‘I’m fine’ he said, trying - and failing- to smile. ‘No big deal’
Sephy’s hands lay between Ianto’s shoulders, so comfortable and reassured. Ianto’s own hands were placed at Sephy’s face, as if to show her to the world-
‘Jack’, Gwen began, looking cautious. ‘’No one should have to see that, especially not you. I knew he was mad but….I guess that’s lovers for you’
She sat on the floor, cross legged, and hair tumbling over her shoulders. She looked so innocent, and beautiful.
‘Are you okay, Gwen?’ Jack asked, his mind still filled with Ianto. He watched her fiddle with the grid-like flooring, smiling sadly.
‘Things aren’t that great between me and Rhys, if that’s what you mean’, she started, then paused. She looked up at Jack. ‘It’s nothing compared to your….predicament though.’
Jack sighed, and sat next to her. ‘Tell me about it’.
Ianto moved closer to his new lover, breathing in the scent of beauty, her soft skin inches from his fingers…
‘He just…. Controls me, thinks he knows what Torchwood’s about. He even told me to LEAVE’, Gwen carried on, feeling teary and depressed. She held on to Jack’s arm.
Jack moved close. ‘We shouldn’t have to suffer alone.’
Sephy held Ianto close, unwilling to let go. ‘Don’t stop, Ianto’, she breathed, heavily.
Silence. Gwen stared at Jack.
‘No, we shouldn’t’, Gwen breathed, watching Jack. The Captain picked up her other hand, stroking it lightly with his fingers. ‘But Jack….you don’t……’
Jack glanced at her, his piercing blue eyes making her voice die in her throat. Deep down, Gwen knew she was looking for this.
Their kiss deepened, until Ianto no longer knew where Sephy ended and he began. He needed this……..
‘I need you’, Jack said to Gwen, desperately, pulling her closer by the waist. He moved towards her lips, trying to kiss with the same passion that he had seen in Ianto, wanting more, but getting less.
Gwen wasn’t enough.
I’ll make her enough.
Jack pressed his lips harder to her mouth, Gwen responding with equal energy, though more passion.
‘Jack’, she croaked, between kisses. ‘I need…security…I need someone I can love’.
Jack froze.
Love?
He looked at her, sense dawning on him, slightly. I don’t love you.
Ianto and Sephy…Together…Together….
‘I’m sorry’ Jack stammered, moving away from Gwen, smoothing himself down. ‘I…should’ve…I’m sorry!’
Gwen stared at him, longingly, before grabbing him by the arms, putting her lips to his throat. ‘Don’t be sorry’, she said, kissing his neck. Jack relaxed, visibly, in her hands. ‘Don’t worry’.
They loved each other…Ianto and Sephy….IANTO and Sephy……..IANTO…..
*
What have I done?
I stand next to Gwen, who sleeps gently in the bed, now fully clothed and ready to go.
It’s not her I wanted. I need to get away.
Yan, I promised I’d try. I’d try to come back for you. Survive the Master. Fight him, beat him, endure him- just so I could go home.
It was only my memories that kept me sane, in those times. Then how come now I’m lonelier than ever? How could it to come to the point that I regret Torchwood Three?
I leave the Hub in its quiet, the midnight-darkness looming overhead. The echoes make me more alone, the feeling in the small of my back.
The cold air hits me, as I step out onto the Plass, all the magical memories I ever had evaporate. I don’t need them anymore.
I have to find my way back to a life I once knew: the leader of Torchwood, who knew nothing of love or need. But to when I knew what I wanted and I got it. When I was could stand for myself, when I was truly independent.
I wipe my face, only to find it wet. I look up at the sky. Nothing. No rain.
Silent tears.
*
Gwen rushes out of the Hub, six o’clock in the morning, covering herself with her arms, looking confused and tired.
Ianto stood at a corner, leaning against a wall, his face crunching up in anger and fear.
And in sadness.
He’s done it, Ianto thought, emotions seizing his body.
He’s left me.
I’ve lost him.
TBC.
We’d like to point out now -before any readers put it to their heads to kill us- that this is NOT A GWEN/JACK FIC.
Okay, now we’ve made that clear- what do you think? Negative or positive comments, we welcome them all!