[ficlet] hold onto love (it'll bring you home) (1/10)
Title: hold onto love (it'll bring you home) (1/10+epilogue)
Author: noscrubs12345
100_colours Prompt: Lavender
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: spoilers through Children of Earth; major flangst and angst
Summary: What if things had gone differently in London? What if Jack and Ianto traded Torchwood for a quite little cottage by the sea? But what if things aren't as they seem?
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Russell T Davies and the BBC. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended and no money is being made.
Notes: This is not a fix-it fic. I blame the plot bunnies for this--the idea wouldn't leave me alone until I had it written. Title taken from "Love Heals" from RENT.
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Outside the cottage is a patch of lavender. It colours the ground a soft, gentle purple, its intoxicating scent heavy on the breeze the day keys change hands and they can finally call the house theirs.
When they move in-a melee of cardboard boxes and mismatched furniture-Ianto sings along to the small radio sitting just inside the entry way. It’s music to Jack’s ears and he can’t help but smile as the young man looks so carefree, so happy, so much his age. Jack joins in, more humoured hindrance than help. But two heads are better than one, four hands better than two, and they are home if not quite unpacked.
The cottage is lonely without a dog or cat basking in the warm sun spilling in from the bay window, and almost seems too small without the laughter and soft footfalls of children, but that, Jack knows, is a conversation for another day.
As night falls, they lie on a hastily made bed, sheets silky and lavender breeze cool against their skin as they drift somewhere between sleep and wakefulness in each other’s embrace, finally free of Torchwood and its ever constant threat of destruction and loss.
Part II
Author: noscrubs12345
100_colours Prompt: Lavender
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: spoilers through Children of Earth; major flangst and angst
Summary: What if things had gone differently in London? What if Jack and Ianto traded Torchwood for a quite little cottage by the sea? But what if things aren't as they seem?
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Russell T Davies and the BBC. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended and no money is being made.
Notes: This is not a fix-it fic. I blame the plot bunnies for this--the idea wouldn't leave me alone until I had it written. Title taken from "Love Heals" from RENT.
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Outside the cottage is a patch of lavender. It colours the ground a soft, gentle purple, its intoxicating scent heavy on the breeze the day keys change hands and they can finally call the house theirs.
When they move in-a melee of cardboard boxes and mismatched furniture-Ianto sings along to the small radio sitting just inside the entry way. It’s music to Jack’s ears and he can’t help but smile as the young man looks so carefree, so happy, so much his age. Jack joins in, more humoured hindrance than help. But two heads are better than one, four hands better than two, and they are home if not quite unpacked.
The cottage is lonely without a dog or cat basking in the warm sun spilling in from the bay window, and almost seems too small without the laughter and soft footfalls of children, but that, Jack knows, is a conversation for another day.
As night falls, they lie on a hastily made bed, sheets silky and lavender breeze cool against their skin as they drift somewhere between sleep and wakefulness in each other’s embrace, finally free of Torchwood and its ever constant threat of destruction and loss.
Part II