Oblivious - 2/? - Lying My Way From You
Title: Oblivious - 2/?
Rating: 15, although there’s the odd sexual reference.
Characters: Ianto, Owen, Jack (fleetingly mentioned)
Pairings: Ianto/Owen, implied Jack/Ianto
Series: Chapter Two of "Lying My Way From You".
Spoilers: If you’ve seen series one of Torchwood you’ll be fine.
Summary: Ianto has left Owen with a lot of questions and precious few answers. Will he ever get the truth he craves?
Disclaimer: Regrettably I own nothing, none of the characters, zip. Wish I did though.
Author’s Notes: Right, so in true just_being_me08 fashion, I’m padding TOATA out with a bit of Ownto in between chapters. Lol, I’m not sure how I came to be writing two series’ at once, it just sort of happened. :P Either way, for anyone who is interested, more TOATA shall be arriving shortly. In the mean time, here is my latest Ownto offering, complete with I am sure many the characterisation error. Posting this evening would not have been possible without the wonderful
thehubsitter , who actually read this and gave me the necessary confidence with which to make this internet bound. But enough babbling from me…..I hope you enjoy the fic, and as always, any comments you brilliant people give me are so greatly appreciated. :D
Chapter One: It’s beginning to get to me”
Dedicated to thehubsitter , who practically prompted me to write this and gives me faith in my shipping of ownto and never fails in getting me blushing! And to naddypants , who’s awesome icon helped spawn this fic too! Plus….she’s doing the Ownto movement proud! :P Haha, you girls are awesome.
He had hoped that things would have been better than this.
But Owen Harper should have known better than to have expected a simple life.
It was the usual morning routine, a phone call from Jack waking him at some ungodly hour, before the usual fumble around his flat for his car keys. Two hours later, a fish-like alien was cluttering his autopsy table, awaiting further attention. Green blood was oozing slightly from the incisions he had made in its chest, its yellow eyes open and staring at the ceiling, the irrepressible odour of ammonia littering the air. Fast forward another two hours, and he was sitting at his desk, typing up his autopsy report and taking another bite out of his sandwich. Tuna….how appealing.
12.30pm and a coffee was appearing on his desk, a silent nod from Ianto his only greeting. The Welshman’s face was porcelain, his blue eyes softened, pink lips forming the half smile that he always wore around the Hub. With a quick blink of his eyes, Owen’s mind was rewinding, reliving the feeling of those same pink lips, reddened by lust as they had slipped so effortlessly over his cock in such an unforgettable way. He could almost taste the intoxicating sweat from Ianto’s skin; remember how his body had felt when he uncovered it that one and only time. It had been a month since that night, and yet Owen had been unable to stop thinking about it, the experience still so vivid sometimes that he found himself dreaming about it over and over. He’d tried to tell himself that it was simply because he hadn’t had good sex like that in months, because he was desperate and just needed someone, anyone, to show that little bit more interest in him. But over the weeks he had come to realise that that excuse just wasn’t enough. After all, he had been thinking of Ianto Jones all too much to blame this on simple desperation alone.
And yet it seemed as if Ianto had forgotten all about it.
That morning, Owen had woken up early, the light from the window cracking into his skull with an intensity that could only have ever been amplified by the after effects of alcohol. He hadn’t dared to kiss the slender body lying beside him goodbye, choosing instead to throw on his clothes and leave the apartment as soon as he was able to. Owen wasn’t stupid either, and to avoid the usual jibes from Gwen concerning his attire from his long nights out, he had opted to go home, shower and change his clothes. As if nothing had happened. He’d then arrived for work on time, and after his usual half banter with Tosh he had locked eyes with Ianto for the first time that morning. It had been then when Owen had seen that familiar distance that Ianto seemed to resort to whenever it came to the medic. The almost absent glare screaming one plain fact to Owen; that things weren’t going to change.
And for the first time in their friendship, Owen actually had wanted that.
So there he was. One month later, still thinking of Ianto, and still painfully aware of just how much Ianto was ignoring him. Every second of seeing Ianto and Jack’s relationship progress in the Hub was only making things worse.
Every kiss, every murmur, every little fleeting glance that seemed to give an air of lust and yet so much more. Since Jack had got back, things had changed, deepened as such. The reality of their relationship seemed inescapable, or at least it had after the initial two months it had taken Ianto to forgive Jack. Owen had tried to avert his gaze, tried to push away those memories of that night and simply let Ianto live his life. But a bitter taste seemed to live on in his own mouth. Every selfish bone in his body was urging him to do something, to tell Ianto those words that seemed to be stuck in his throat.
If only he could convince himself that Ianto wanted to hear them.
The archives were quiet, a peaceful domain well sheltered from the rush and panic of the hub above. The air was filled with history, clogged with dust, softening the lighting around him as Owen walked through the unfamiliar corridors. Five years at Torchwood and still he barely had any reason to actually venture down into the archives. It was a rare occasion when a file would be nowhere to be found on the Hub’s systems, and just as elusively Ianto wasn’t anywhere to be found either.
The cabinet opened with a rusting screech, as Owen’s hands shot out to examine the files, humming to himself as he did so, keeping the isolating silence at bay. He didn’t even know how Ianto could bear to spend so long down here, the air so tight and cold around his body, causing it to shiver involuntarily. Beneath his fingertips, paper rustled, the noise becoming more and more intense as his eyes did not meet with the file he was seeking. Cursing himself slightly and coughing from the disturbed dust Owen soon realised that the file wasn’t there. He had never been able to work a filing system to save his life, even if he was unable to admit that to anyone but himself….
“Having trouble?” A familiar welsh voice sounded behind him, causing Owen to hiss and spin round, his eyes meeting with Ianto’s. He was calm as ever, his blue eyes questioning.
“I wouldn’t if your filing system actually made sense…” Owen remarked back, only half joking.
“It makes perfect sense. You’re just likely to be in the wrong place.”
“You think?….” The medic rolled his eyes, thrusting a piece of paper at Ianto. “That’s the file.” Owen watched as he took the paper from him, glancing at it casually before allowing a smile to crease his features. “What?”
“You’re in the wrong section.” He smiled softly, holding up the piece of paper. “You want section D.”
“Oh….that’s great. Fucking wonderful.” Owen shrugged, shaking his head. He glanced at Ianto quickly. “Point me in the right direction will you?”
“It’s alright. I’ll find it for you.”
“You don’t have to…-”
“If it stops you wandering round my archives I do…” Ianto laughed, already backing away, his joke falling heavy on them both. Through his apparent confidence Owen could see something else, sense the nervous energy in his voice. That same voice that had once upon a time been almost screaming his name….. “Get yourself back upstairs, I’ll bring it to you.” His pace quickened significantly, his back firmly turned to Owen as he continued to move away from him. Shutting him out all over again.
“Is this how it’s going to be?” He didn’t know what had made him do it, but in an instant the medic was calling out, his voice resonating out through the archives and following the distant silhouette of Ianto’s body.
“How what is going to be?”
“Us!” Owen hissed, watching how Ianto still refused to turn around and look at him. “I’m not sure I can take this anymore.”
“Take what?” This time arctic blue eyes spun round, meeting his with a new found intensity.
“All this awkwardness……pretending that we never slept together.” He bit his lip, running a nervous hand through his hair. “If it meant that little to you Ianto, then why did you do it?”
“You don’t really think that…..”
“I fucking do. You’ve been ignoring me for a month. What the hell else am I supposed to think?”
“I was expecting you to do just that…..” Ianto sighed, taking an almost tentative step forward. “To think.”
“What?”
“What kind of person do you think I am Owen?”
“Excuse me?”
“Answer the question.” Ianto’s voice was flat, demanding, the crystalline quality of his eyes shining through in the dim light. “Do you think I’m someone who would toy with your emotions like that?”
“No….”
“And yet you still don’t think I care?” He smiled slightly, shaking his head. “Oblivious to everything but yourself aren’t you?”
“Any chance of you talking to me straight? You’re making fuck all sense Ianto.”
“You want straight?” Ianto scoffed, taking a step forward so that his eyes were almost level with Owen’s. “You left me. I woke up feeling alone, feeling regretful, just because you couldn’t stand the questions.”
“But…-”
“But what Owen? You didn’t even say goodbye.” Ianto sighed, the intensity of his eyes lost in seconds. “You were the one who ignored me…”
“I didn’t want to…” Owen paused, not caring now as the words seeming to flow from his mouth. “I just…..thought it would be best. You love Jack and….”
“You’re right.” Ianto nodded softly. “Jack does complicate things.” He paused, laughing softly before continuing. “Like he complicates everything.”
“I just didn’t want to ruin your life.” The medic smiled weakly, shaking his head, his glance just below Ianto’s. “If that makes me an oblivious twat…..well then that’s just me.”
“You are oblivious…” Ianto smiled, taking another step forward, gently lifting Owen’s chin with his right hand, forcing him to look him in the eye.
“Ianto…….what are you doing?”
“You think I have any idea?” Smiling, he leant forward, a soft fleeting kiss pressing against Owen’s lips, timid and yet at the same time so confident. The hand holding his chin was trembling as Ianto leant further into him, only withdrawing when the silence that surrounded them both was simply too loud.
“That….that shouldn’t have…-”
“But it did.” Ianto grinned, withdrawing further as he moved towards the exit to the archives, still facing Owen.
“Are you deliberately trying to confuse me Ianto?”
“No.”
“Then what the hell is this?”
“I don’t know.” The Welshman shook his head, glancing at the floor quickly before looking back to Owen, all humour lost from his face. “I’m sorry Owen…..but I’m sort of…..in love with you.”
“What?”
“I’m sorry.” Ianto shook his head, finally turning his back. “It’s all my fault.”
In the cold, dusky realm of the archives, muffled footsteps beat against concrete. The steady rhythm was constant, a heartbeat in the otherwise lifeless hall of knowledge. The noise swirled effortlessly through the dust filled air, covering Owen’s only reply of; “I love you too”.
Yet again, Torchwood’s archives had bared witness to yet another secret…..
Ok….so yet again I am here to ask you for your thoughts. Should there be a sequel? I don’t plan on stopping with Ownto soon (it fascinates me so), but I would love to hear your thoughts! So, if you have a tiny bit of time, let us know what you think. :) But of course, if you have read this far, then thank you so so much for reading!
Just Being Me a.k.a Sisi
Click here for Chapter Three "The Edges Start To Blur".
Rating: 15, although there’s the odd sexual reference.
Characters: Ianto, Owen, Jack (fleetingly mentioned)
Pairings: Ianto/Owen, implied Jack/Ianto
Series: Chapter Two of "Lying My Way From You".
Spoilers: If you’ve seen series one of Torchwood you’ll be fine.
Summary: Ianto has left Owen with a lot of questions and precious few answers. Will he ever get the truth he craves?
Disclaimer: Regrettably I own nothing, none of the characters, zip. Wish I did though.
Author’s Notes: Right, so in true just_being_me08 fashion, I’m padding TOATA out with a bit of Ownto in between chapters. Lol, I’m not sure how I came to be writing two series’ at once, it just sort of happened. :P Either way, for anyone who is interested, more TOATA shall be arriving shortly. In the mean time, here is my latest Ownto offering, complete with I am sure many the characterisation error. Posting this evening would not have been possible without the wonderful
thehubsitter , who actually read this and gave me the necessary confidence with which to make this internet bound. But enough babbling from me…..I hope you enjoy the fic, and as always, any comments you brilliant people give me are so greatly appreciated. :D
Chapter One: It’s beginning to get to me”
Dedicated to thehubsitter , who practically prompted me to write this and gives me faith in my shipping of ownto and never fails in getting me blushing! And to naddypants , who’s awesome icon helped spawn this fic too! Plus….she’s doing the Ownto movement proud! :P Haha, you girls are awesome.
He had hoped that things would have been better than this.
But Owen Harper should have known better than to have expected a simple life.
It was the usual morning routine, a phone call from Jack waking him at some ungodly hour, before the usual fumble around his flat for his car keys. Two hours later, a fish-like alien was cluttering his autopsy table, awaiting further attention. Green blood was oozing slightly from the incisions he had made in its chest, its yellow eyes open and staring at the ceiling, the irrepressible odour of ammonia littering the air. Fast forward another two hours, and he was sitting at his desk, typing up his autopsy report and taking another bite out of his sandwich. Tuna….how appealing.
12.30pm and a coffee was appearing on his desk, a silent nod from Ianto his only greeting. The Welshman’s face was porcelain, his blue eyes softened, pink lips forming the half smile that he always wore around the Hub. With a quick blink of his eyes, Owen’s mind was rewinding, reliving the feeling of those same pink lips, reddened by lust as they had slipped so effortlessly over his cock in such an unforgettable way. He could almost taste the intoxicating sweat from Ianto’s skin; remember how his body had felt when he uncovered it that one and only time. It had been a month since that night, and yet Owen had been unable to stop thinking about it, the experience still so vivid sometimes that he found himself dreaming about it over and over. He’d tried to tell himself that it was simply because he hadn’t had good sex like that in months, because he was desperate and just needed someone, anyone, to show that little bit more interest in him. But over the weeks he had come to realise that that excuse just wasn’t enough. After all, he had been thinking of Ianto Jones all too much to blame this on simple desperation alone.
And yet it seemed as if Ianto had forgotten all about it.
That morning, Owen had woken up early, the light from the window cracking into his skull with an intensity that could only have ever been amplified by the after effects of alcohol. He hadn’t dared to kiss the slender body lying beside him goodbye, choosing instead to throw on his clothes and leave the apartment as soon as he was able to. Owen wasn’t stupid either, and to avoid the usual jibes from Gwen concerning his attire from his long nights out, he had opted to go home, shower and change his clothes. As if nothing had happened. He’d then arrived for work on time, and after his usual half banter with Tosh he had locked eyes with Ianto for the first time that morning. It had been then when Owen had seen that familiar distance that Ianto seemed to resort to whenever it came to the medic. The almost absent glare screaming one plain fact to Owen; that things weren’t going to change.
And for the first time in their friendship, Owen actually had wanted that.
So there he was. One month later, still thinking of Ianto, and still painfully aware of just how much Ianto was ignoring him. Every second of seeing Ianto and Jack’s relationship progress in the Hub was only making things worse.
Every kiss, every murmur, every little fleeting glance that seemed to give an air of lust and yet so much more. Since Jack had got back, things had changed, deepened as such. The reality of their relationship seemed inescapable, or at least it had after the initial two months it had taken Ianto to forgive Jack. Owen had tried to avert his gaze, tried to push away those memories of that night and simply let Ianto live his life. But a bitter taste seemed to live on in his own mouth. Every selfish bone in his body was urging him to do something, to tell Ianto those words that seemed to be stuck in his throat.
If only he could convince himself that Ianto wanted to hear them.
The archives were quiet, a peaceful domain well sheltered from the rush and panic of the hub above. The air was filled with history, clogged with dust, softening the lighting around him as Owen walked through the unfamiliar corridors. Five years at Torchwood and still he barely had any reason to actually venture down into the archives. It was a rare occasion when a file would be nowhere to be found on the Hub’s systems, and just as elusively Ianto wasn’t anywhere to be found either.
The cabinet opened with a rusting screech, as Owen’s hands shot out to examine the files, humming to himself as he did so, keeping the isolating silence at bay. He didn’t even know how Ianto could bear to spend so long down here, the air so tight and cold around his body, causing it to shiver involuntarily. Beneath his fingertips, paper rustled, the noise becoming more and more intense as his eyes did not meet with the file he was seeking. Cursing himself slightly and coughing from the disturbed dust Owen soon realised that the file wasn’t there. He had never been able to work a filing system to save his life, even if he was unable to admit that to anyone but himself….
“Having trouble?” A familiar welsh voice sounded behind him, causing Owen to hiss and spin round, his eyes meeting with Ianto’s. He was calm as ever, his blue eyes questioning.
“I wouldn’t if your filing system actually made sense…” Owen remarked back, only half joking.
“It makes perfect sense. You’re just likely to be in the wrong place.”
“You think?….” The medic rolled his eyes, thrusting a piece of paper at Ianto. “That’s the file.” Owen watched as he took the paper from him, glancing at it casually before allowing a smile to crease his features. “What?”
“You’re in the wrong section.” He smiled softly, holding up the piece of paper. “You want section D.”
“Oh….that’s great. Fucking wonderful.” Owen shrugged, shaking his head. He glanced at Ianto quickly. “Point me in the right direction will you?”
“It’s alright. I’ll find it for you.”
“You don’t have to…-”
“If it stops you wandering round my archives I do…” Ianto laughed, already backing away, his joke falling heavy on them both. Through his apparent confidence Owen could see something else, sense the nervous energy in his voice. That same voice that had once upon a time been almost screaming his name….. “Get yourself back upstairs, I’ll bring it to you.” His pace quickened significantly, his back firmly turned to Owen as he continued to move away from him. Shutting him out all over again.
“Is this how it’s going to be?” He didn’t know what had made him do it, but in an instant the medic was calling out, his voice resonating out through the archives and following the distant silhouette of Ianto’s body.
“How what is going to be?”
“Us!” Owen hissed, watching how Ianto still refused to turn around and look at him. “I’m not sure I can take this anymore.”
“Take what?” This time arctic blue eyes spun round, meeting his with a new found intensity.
“All this awkwardness……pretending that we never slept together.” He bit his lip, running a nervous hand through his hair. “If it meant that little to you Ianto, then why did you do it?”
“You don’t really think that…..”
“I fucking do. You’ve been ignoring me for a month. What the hell else am I supposed to think?”
“I was expecting you to do just that…..” Ianto sighed, taking an almost tentative step forward. “To think.”
“What?”
“What kind of person do you think I am Owen?”
“Excuse me?”
“Answer the question.” Ianto’s voice was flat, demanding, the crystalline quality of his eyes shining through in the dim light. “Do you think I’m someone who would toy with your emotions like that?”
“No….”
“And yet you still don’t think I care?” He smiled slightly, shaking his head. “Oblivious to everything but yourself aren’t you?”
“Any chance of you talking to me straight? You’re making fuck all sense Ianto.”
“You want straight?” Ianto scoffed, taking a step forward so that his eyes were almost level with Owen’s. “You left me. I woke up feeling alone, feeling regretful, just because you couldn’t stand the questions.”
“But…-”
“But what Owen? You didn’t even say goodbye.” Ianto sighed, the intensity of his eyes lost in seconds. “You were the one who ignored me…”
“I didn’t want to…” Owen paused, not caring now as the words seeming to flow from his mouth. “I just…..thought it would be best. You love Jack and….”
“You’re right.” Ianto nodded softly. “Jack does complicate things.” He paused, laughing softly before continuing. “Like he complicates everything.”
“I just didn’t want to ruin your life.” The medic smiled weakly, shaking his head, his glance just below Ianto’s. “If that makes me an oblivious twat…..well then that’s just me.”
“You are oblivious…” Ianto smiled, taking another step forward, gently lifting Owen’s chin with his right hand, forcing him to look him in the eye.
“Ianto…….what are you doing?”
“You think I have any idea?” Smiling, he leant forward, a soft fleeting kiss pressing against Owen’s lips, timid and yet at the same time so confident. The hand holding his chin was trembling as Ianto leant further into him, only withdrawing when the silence that surrounded them both was simply too loud.
“That….that shouldn’t have…-”
“But it did.” Ianto grinned, withdrawing further as he moved towards the exit to the archives, still facing Owen.
“Are you deliberately trying to confuse me Ianto?”
“No.”
“Then what the hell is this?”
“I don’t know.” The Welshman shook his head, glancing at the floor quickly before looking back to Owen, all humour lost from his face. “I’m sorry Owen…..but I’m sort of…..in love with you.”
“What?”
“I’m sorry.” Ianto shook his head, finally turning his back. “It’s all my fault.”
In the cold, dusky realm of the archives, muffled footsteps beat against concrete. The steady rhythm was constant, a heartbeat in the otherwise lifeless hall of knowledge. The noise swirled effortlessly through the dust filled air, covering Owen’s only reply of; “I love you too”.
Yet again, Torchwood’s archives had bared witness to yet another secret…..
Ok….so yet again I am here to ask you for your thoughts. Should there be a sequel? I don’t plan on stopping with Ownto soon (it fascinates me so), but I would love to hear your thoughts! So, if you have a tiny bit of time, let us know what you think. :) But of course, if you have read this far, then thank you so so much for reading!
Just Being Me a.k.a Sisi
Click here for Chapter Three "The Edges Start To Blur".