[ficlet] hold onto love (it'll bring you home) (8/10)
Title: hold onto love (it'll bring you home) (8/10+epilogue)
Author: noscrubs12345
100_colours Prompt: Cotton Candy
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: Title taken from "Love Heals" from RENT.
Missed the beginning?: Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII
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They lay in the warm afternoon sun, grass soft beneath them and the cloud filled sky above a peaceful patchwork of bright blue and fluffy white.
Ianto rests with his head pillowed on Jack’s stomach, drifting in blissful half-wakefulness, Jack’s fingers massaging his scalp and running almost reverently through his hair. He shuffles, trying to find the most comfortable patch of grass, and Jack shifts his gaze from the storybook sky.
Ianto’s eyes are closed, his face turned into the sunlight, and if the smile the man brings to his face is just shy of sappy, Jack doesn’t care.
He glances back up at the sky as a cloud moves over the sun, momentarily darkening the garden, and the memory it brings with it draws a fond laugh. It seems a lifetime ago, when the grief was still too fresh and they were three clinging together instead of two escaping, with giant cameras and clouds made of candy floss.
Ianto opens his eyes when he feels Jack’s stomach shake beneath him.
“Do I want to know?”
“Just a memory,” Jack says, laughing again as Ianto jokingly rolls his eyes, both grateful the memory wasn’t one tainted by loss.
Part IX
Author: noscrubs12345
100_colours Prompt: Cotton Candy
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: Title taken from "Love Heals" from RENT.
Missed the beginning?: Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII
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They lay in the warm afternoon sun, grass soft beneath them and the cloud filled sky above a peaceful patchwork of bright blue and fluffy white.
Ianto rests with his head pillowed on Jack’s stomach, drifting in blissful half-wakefulness, Jack’s fingers massaging his scalp and running almost reverently through his hair. He shuffles, trying to find the most comfortable patch of grass, and Jack shifts his gaze from the storybook sky.
Ianto’s eyes are closed, his face turned into the sunlight, and if the smile the man brings to his face is just shy of sappy, Jack doesn’t care.
He glances back up at the sky as a cloud moves over the sun, momentarily darkening the garden, and the memory it brings with it draws a fond laugh. It seems a lifetime ago, when the grief was still too fresh and they were three clinging together instead of two escaping, with giant cameras and clouds made of candy floss.
Ianto opens his eyes when he feels Jack’s stomach shake beneath him.
“Do I want to know?”
“Just a memory,” Jack says, laughing again as Ianto jokingly rolls his eyes, both grateful the memory wasn’t one tainted by loss.
Part IX