Fic: Jack
Title: Jack
Pairing: Jack/Ianto.
Spoilers: 2.01 and Cyberwoman.
Summary: Ianto's thoughts before the date.
Written for
horizonssing day nineteen prompt (finally!)
For the twentieth time in the last ten minutes, Ianto nervously straightened his silk pink tie.
Ianto sat on his cream sofa, hands on his knees, back straight, legs uncrossed to ensure that no creases appeared in his suit between now and ten minutes time, because he wanted to look perfect for Jack and he’d be damned if a crease would ruin that for him.
He glanced at his watch. Nine minutes and forty seconds left.
He straightened his tie again.
Aimlessly tapping his fingers against his knee, Ianto mentally ran through everything he needed to do tomorrow after John’s disastrous appearance today: take the sports car back to its rightful owner - Jack wants to drive it back; fast.
Jack.
His thoughts turned abruptly to his date tonight.
Jack who’d died, come back to life three days later and then left again to fly around the universe with Torchwood’s number one enemy.
Jack had changed ever since his return from his trip with the Doctor. He seemed happier. He seemed to have actually missed this hell-hole complete with its fucked up employees; Gwen, so in love with Rhys she shagged Owen; Toshiko, falling in love with a killer alien; Owen, willing to get in a cage with a weevil, to die and free himself from guilt and pain of losing Diane and Ianto Jones, who hid a Cyberwoman (not Lisa - never Lisa) in the basement. But, for some reason, Ianto didn’t think Jack would have it any other way.
Jack who’d killed the wired blow-fish when Ianto froze because everything the overgrown fish had said - it was all true.
Every word. Promoted above his station, because the team had needed four people out in the field. Even though Ianto had promised himself no more field work after Torchwood One, he couldn’t put his colleagues; his friends in danger because they didn’t have enough people to back up each other up. He wouldn’t have been able to live with himself if someone had gotten hurt.
Jack who’d come back for him and told the team as much.
“I came back for you ... all of you.” Those words said a lot, but it was the look that Jack watched Ianto’s reaction with: a mixture of hope, sorrow, pain ... love? that said the unspoken.
Jack who’d asked him out on a date, wanting to do things right this time, because Ianto wasn’t just a part-time shag - not anymore.
Jack asking him out had thrown Ianto - they’d never been a dating “couple” always preferring to stay in bed continuing with their avante garde dabbling than going out to dinner or the cinema so much so that Ianto didn’t know what he was doing with himself. He got flustered he'd started looking for a bomb in a paper holder. Yes, well done Ianto Jones.
The doorbell rang, startling Ianto out of his thoughts. Ianto glanced at his watch.
Five minutes and thirty two seconds early. He was impressed to say the least.
Carefully Ianto stood and straightened his tie for the twenty-third time before heading towards the door.
He took a deep breath trying to control his racing heart. There was no reason to be so nervous, but this - this date changed everything that they’d agreed that first night nearly a year ago.
Ianto straightened his tie again.
Opening his door, Ianto’s breath was taken away by the sight of Captain Jack Harkness in a suit - a normal suit: no RAF coat, no braces, just a charcoal suit, collared white shirt and sky blue tie. He was stood on his doorstep looking even more nervous than less than five hours when Jack had first suggested this date.
“Do you like?” Jack asked eventually. Ianto ran his eyes up Jack’s body; the suit was cut superbly, emphasizing the Captain’s broad shoulders and shape - his Tad would be proud. With a low guttural groan, Ianto stepped forward to kiss his Captain hard, almost bruising. It wasn’t perfect; teeth clashed, tongues fought for dominance, but it was them.
Finally breaking for air, Ianto could feel Jack’s grin against his mouth.
“I’ll take that as a yes then.” Ianto laughed softly, resting his forehead against Jacks.
It felt so good. Together they stayed, just content to be together, touching.
“I brought you something, Ianto.” Jack whispered eventually breaking the silence. Ianto looked up as Jack brought his arm out from behind his back.
Flowers. Pink flowers. Beautiful, pink flowers.
“Oh, Jack.” Ianto gasped. He really was doing this properly, because they must have cost a fortune.
“Look at the card.” Jack pushed gently, placing a soft kiss to Ianto’s cheek. With a shaking hand, Ianto picked out the card from amidst the flowers reading the card.
Ianto,
I came back for you.
Jack.
Ianto was speechless.
His face was priceless.
Pairing: Jack/Ianto.
Spoilers: 2.01 and Cyberwoman.
Summary: Ianto's thoughts before the date.
Written for
horizonssing day nineteen prompt (finally!)
For the twentieth time in the last ten minutes, Ianto nervously straightened his silk pink tie.
Ianto sat on his cream sofa, hands on his knees, back straight, legs uncrossed to ensure that no creases appeared in his suit between now and ten minutes time, because he wanted to look perfect for Jack and he’d be damned if a crease would ruin that for him.
He glanced at his watch. Nine minutes and forty seconds left.
He straightened his tie again.
Aimlessly tapping his fingers against his knee, Ianto mentally ran through everything he needed to do tomorrow after John’s disastrous appearance today: take the sports car back to its rightful owner - Jack wants to drive it back; fast.
Jack.
His thoughts turned abruptly to his date tonight.
Jack who’d died, come back to life three days later and then left again to fly around the universe with Torchwood’s number one enemy.
Jack had changed ever since his return from his trip with the Doctor. He seemed happier. He seemed to have actually missed this hell-hole complete with its fucked up employees; Gwen, so in love with Rhys she shagged Owen; Toshiko, falling in love with a killer alien; Owen, willing to get in a cage with a weevil, to die and free himself from guilt and pain of losing Diane and Ianto Jones, who hid a Cyberwoman (not Lisa - never Lisa) in the basement. But, for some reason, Ianto didn’t think Jack would have it any other way.
Jack who’d killed the wired blow-fish when Ianto froze because everything the overgrown fish had said - it was all true.
Every word. Promoted above his station, because the team had needed four people out in the field. Even though Ianto had promised himself no more field work after Torchwood One, he couldn’t put his colleagues; his friends in danger because they didn’t have enough people to back up each other up. He wouldn’t have been able to live with himself if someone had gotten hurt.
Jack who’d come back for him and told the team as much.
“I came back for you ... all of you.” Those words said a lot, but it was the look that Jack watched Ianto’s reaction with: a mixture of hope, sorrow, pain ... love? that said the unspoken.
Jack who’d asked him out on a date, wanting to do things right this time, because Ianto wasn’t just a part-time shag - not anymore.
Jack asking him out had thrown Ianto - they’d never been a dating “couple” always preferring to stay in bed continuing with their avante garde dabbling than going out to dinner or the cinema so much so that Ianto didn’t know what he was doing with himself. He got flustered he'd started looking for a bomb in a paper holder. Yes, well done Ianto Jones.
The doorbell rang, startling Ianto out of his thoughts. Ianto glanced at his watch.
Five minutes and thirty two seconds early. He was impressed to say the least.
Carefully Ianto stood and straightened his tie for the twenty-third time before heading towards the door.
He took a deep breath trying to control his racing heart. There was no reason to be so nervous, but this - this date changed everything that they’d agreed that first night nearly a year ago.
Ianto straightened his tie again.
Opening his door, Ianto’s breath was taken away by the sight of Captain Jack Harkness in a suit - a normal suit: no RAF coat, no braces, just a charcoal suit, collared white shirt and sky blue tie. He was stood on his doorstep looking even more nervous than less than five hours when Jack had first suggested this date.
“Do you like?” Jack asked eventually. Ianto ran his eyes up Jack’s body; the suit was cut superbly, emphasizing the Captain’s broad shoulders and shape - his Tad would be proud. With a low guttural groan, Ianto stepped forward to kiss his Captain hard, almost bruising. It wasn’t perfect; teeth clashed, tongues fought for dominance, but it was them.
Finally breaking for air, Ianto could feel Jack’s grin against his mouth.
“I’ll take that as a yes then.” Ianto laughed softly, resting his forehead against Jacks.
It felt so good. Together they stayed, just content to be together, touching.
“I brought you something, Ianto.” Jack whispered eventually breaking the silence. Ianto looked up as Jack brought his arm out from behind his back.
Flowers. Pink flowers. Beautiful, pink flowers.
“Oh, Jack.” Ianto gasped. He really was doing this properly, because they must have cost a fortune.
“Look at the card.” Jack pushed gently, placing a soft kiss to Ianto’s cheek. With a shaking hand, Ianto picked out the card from amidst the flowers reading the card.
Ianto,
I came back for you.
Jack.
Ianto was speechless.
His face was priceless.