Dear Mr Jones
Title: Dear Mr Jones
Rating: Good for everyone.
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Chapters: Sequel to “Paper Chase”
Spoilers: Set in series two. Slights spoilers for series one.
Summary:
Disclaimer: Regrettably I own nothing, none of the characters, zip. Wish I did though.
Author’s Notes: Again this is dedicated to all the great people who read and commented on “The List” and “Paper Chase”. Without your comments and compliments I wouldn’t have written this! Thank you! Hope you enjoy it! As ever, comments are adored and are life! :)
“Oh I could murder a coffee!” Gwen exclaimed as they all piled through the cog door.
“I’m sorry, what exactly did you do that warrants a coffee eh?” Owen smirked, hanging his jacket over the back of his chair.
“Oi, I had to hang around in the cold waiting for you two! It’s perishing out there!” She laughed, rubbing her hands together.
Sighing, Jack strode past his two employees and toward Tosh’s desk, his eyes drawn to the pink post it stuck to one of her monitors.
“Jack, have taken Ianto out for a well deserved coffee break.
I think you should do the same.
Tosh xx”
“If you want coffee you’ll have to go out and get some. Ianto’s on a break with Tosh.” Jack smiled, screwing up the post it and playfully throwing it into the bin. “Go on, have an hours break. If the world starts to end I’ll let you know.” He laughed, winking at them before making his way into his office.
Jack smiled as soon as he saw the clean floor and even cleaner desk that now sat in his office. Taking off his coat he quickly hung it up before collapsing into his chair. Reaching down to the second drawer on the left, he pulled out his half eaten packet of digestives and dived into one, the crumbs landing on his chest. As he moved to brush them away, he noticed a scrap of paper lying on top of his neatly piled paperwork. Picking it up, he suddenly realised that it was his list, and inside it appeared to be another, except this one was much neater than his had been. Unfolding it carefully, Jack began to read, his face quizzical.
As he neared the end of the list, the smile that spread across Jack’s face could only get broader. Chuckling to himself, he pressed the list to his lips, giving it a gentle kiss. It was a cliché, but Jack had wanted to know how Ianto really felt for so long. Now he finally did.
After staring at the letter countless times, Jack laid it out onto his desk, brushing out any creases with his hands. Laughing to himself he grabbed a pen and some paper. He’d started something now…..
Dear Mr Jones,
Your list was amazing. It made me smile, and most of all it made me think of you. In fact it made me smile more than you’ll ever know, more than I have smiled in decades. And yes, that is all down to you my dear Ianto.
In reply to point nine, I would just like to clarify that yes, you did save me. In fact, now I come to think of it, you save me everyday. You’re the one person I can’t wait to see in the morning, and the one person I hate to say goodnight to at night. You have done so much for me Ianto; you’ve kept me going when I’ve faced things that are worse than death and you’ve been there when I’ve cried about things that you didn’t understand. You accept me for who I am, without questions or complications. Your loyalty to me tells me more about the depths of your love than any actions or words, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to see or hear them. You are my everything too Ianto; you’re all I have to cling to in this long existence.
You’ve made my life so much more than bearable now. Before you I was just passing the years waiting to be fixed, waiting for the Doctor to come and rescue me. The truth is, now I realise that what I needed wasn’t to be rescued by him, but to be rescued by you. I wish that I had never left you Ianto, because every second away from you stabbed a hole into my soul. Then again, if I had never left, then maybe I wouldn’t have realised what was so important to me all along.
It doesn’t matter to me that you can’t give me forever, because every second of loving you is worth an eternity of loss and pain. I just want you to know that even though you can’t, I am willing to give you forever, to give you everything, to love you with every fibre of my being. I want to stand by you through anything that life throws at us and all I can do is hope that you feel the same.
All that I have is yours and it always will be,
Jack
P.S
You never told me that you had a fetish for my hands! I wish I’d known this sooner…………..hmmm we have a lot of catching up to do them me thinks.
Rating: Good for everyone.
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Chapters: Sequel to “Paper Chase”
Spoilers: Set in series two. Slights spoilers for series one.
Summary:
Disclaimer: Regrettably I own nothing, none of the characters, zip. Wish I did though.
Author’s Notes: Again this is dedicated to all the great people who read and commented on “The List” and “Paper Chase”. Without your comments and compliments I wouldn’t have written this! Thank you! Hope you enjoy it! As ever, comments are adored and are life! :)
“Oh I could murder a coffee!” Gwen exclaimed as they all piled through the cog door.
“I’m sorry, what exactly did you do that warrants a coffee eh?” Owen smirked, hanging his jacket over the back of his chair.
“Oi, I had to hang around in the cold waiting for you two! It’s perishing out there!” She laughed, rubbing her hands together.
Sighing, Jack strode past his two employees and toward Tosh’s desk, his eyes drawn to the pink post it stuck to one of her monitors.
“Jack, have taken Ianto out for a well deserved coffee break.
I think you should do the same.
Tosh xx”
“If you want coffee you’ll have to go out and get some. Ianto’s on a break with Tosh.” Jack smiled, screwing up the post it and playfully throwing it into the bin. “Go on, have an hours break. If the world starts to end I’ll let you know.” He laughed, winking at them before making his way into his office.
Jack smiled as soon as he saw the clean floor and even cleaner desk that now sat in his office. Taking off his coat he quickly hung it up before collapsing into his chair. Reaching down to the second drawer on the left, he pulled out his half eaten packet of digestives and dived into one, the crumbs landing on his chest. As he moved to brush them away, he noticed a scrap of paper lying on top of his neatly piled paperwork. Picking it up, he suddenly realised that it was his list, and inside it appeared to be another, except this one was much neater than his had been. Unfolding it carefully, Jack began to read, his face quizzical.
As he neared the end of the list, the smile that spread across Jack’s face could only get broader. Chuckling to himself, he pressed the list to his lips, giving it a gentle kiss. It was a cliché, but Jack had wanted to know how Ianto really felt for so long. Now he finally did.
After staring at the letter countless times, Jack laid it out onto his desk, brushing out any creases with his hands. Laughing to himself he grabbed a pen and some paper. He’d started something now…..
Dear Mr Jones,
Your list was amazing. It made me smile, and most of all it made me think of you. In fact it made me smile more than you’ll ever know, more than I have smiled in decades. And yes, that is all down to you my dear Ianto.
In reply to point nine, I would just like to clarify that yes, you did save me. In fact, now I come to think of it, you save me everyday. You’re the one person I can’t wait to see in the morning, and the one person I hate to say goodnight to at night. You have done so much for me Ianto; you’ve kept me going when I’ve faced things that are worse than death and you’ve been there when I’ve cried about things that you didn’t understand. You accept me for who I am, without questions or complications. Your loyalty to me tells me more about the depths of your love than any actions or words, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to see or hear them. You are my everything too Ianto; you’re all I have to cling to in this long existence.
You’ve made my life so much more than bearable now. Before you I was just passing the years waiting to be fixed, waiting for the Doctor to come and rescue me. The truth is, now I realise that what I needed wasn’t to be rescued by him, but to be rescued by you. I wish that I had never left you Ianto, because every second away from you stabbed a hole into my soul. Then again, if I had never left, then maybe I wouldn’t have realised what was so important to me all along.
It doesn’t matter to me that you can’t give me forever, because every second of loving you is worth an eternity of loss and pain. I just want you to know that even though you can’t, I am willing to give you forever, to give you everything, to love you with every fibre of my being. I want to stand by you through anything that life throws at us and all I can do is hope that you feel the same.
All that I have is yours and it always will be,
Jack
P.S
You never told me that you had a fetish for my hands! I wish I’d known this sooner…………..hmmm we have a lot of catching up to do them me thinks.