Broken Leg Saga: Moving In
Who: troellwr and not-as-factual
Where: Ianto's flat and Jack's flat
When: Two days after Jack talk him into moving
Rating: PG
Ianto is pacing, waiting for Jack to come and pick him up. He's got a bag packed, but he's not sure what else he needs. The laptop is prepped, but he knows he'd rather have the desktop, but he'll just have to deal.
Rather than pressing Owen into service, Jack hires a couple of movers with a truck to come pick up the chair and transport it to his flat. He arrives at Ianto's ahead of schedule, though, and lets himself in, though he takes his time with the key in the lock to announce himself.
Ianto is on his crutches, glancing around in the living room. He twists hearing the door open. "Hey," Ianto says frowning.
"Hey," Jack greets. "Everything okay?"
"I feel like I'm going on a trip and that I'm forgetting something," Ianto says.
"We live within walking distance of each other," Jack reminds gently. "If you have forgotten something, I can come get it."
"I know, I just feel like I have," Ianto says, heading over to the couch to lay down for a bit.
Jack moves to settle himself on the arm of the couch, reaching down to stroke Ianto's hair. "If you'd rather not do this ... " He did work pretty hard at convincing Ianto, but if he doesn't feel comfortable doing it, Jack doesn't want to force him.
"I told you I would," Ianto stands by what he says.
Jack nods. "Okay. Well, I've got a couple of guys coming over to move the chair. Anything else you need?"
"My guitar and laptop, but you're carrying those." Ianto says.
"Yes, I am," Jack agrees, grinning.
"I've got a bag of clothes packed that I can wear with the monstrosity. A toiletry kit." Ianto considers it. "What else do I need?"
"Lint roller," Jack says after a thoughtful pause. "Myfanwy's going to shed all over you."
Ianto gives Jack a look that says, 'That was very funny, but I'm really not in the mood for jokes.'
Which isn't really new, but Jack refrains from comment. "I think that's everything," he states seriously, instead.
Ianto nods slowly, "Okay."
Jack says nothing else, in that chastised-for-joking sort of way he's getting too familiar with, until his phone rings. It's the moving guys, who he directs up to the correct floor in the building.
Ianto sighs softly, looking at Jack. Ianto watches the movers with distrust when they enter.
They're quite professional, though. In and out within a few minutes, taking the chair with them. Once they're alone again, Jack glances down at Ianto. "If you're ready ... "
"Yeah, I guess I am," Ianto says, working his way back up to his feet. "Are you going to be able to carry all that stuff?"
"Yeah, I got it," Jack answers, grabbing up the laptop bag and Ianto's bag of clothes. The guitar he grabs last, careful with it.
Ianto follows along, heading to the elevator.
Jack locks up behind them and keeps his pace casual as he heads for the lift.
Ianto is waiting for him, climbing into the elevator.
"You okay with all that?"
"I've had worse," Jack answers with a grin. He boards the lift and lets Ianto hit the lobby level button. "I'm just nervous I'm going to ding your guitar and you'll never speak to me again."
"That's what the case if for," Ianto points out with a slight smile.
"You know logic does absolutely nothing for nerves," he quips, grinning a little wider.
"And yet you try to use logic to soothe my nerves all the time," Ianto replies with a slight grin.
"But does it work? We're both exercising in futility, I'm sure." Jack leans over and kisses Ianto's cheek.
"No," Ianto says, rolling his eyes. He leans into the kiss though.
Jack kisses closer to Ianto's lips, but only makes to the corner of his mouth before the elevator doors open. "After you, handsome."
Ianto gets out of the lift and heads down the short hall. He lets Jack take the lead, so he can get the door. He blinks once he's outside.
Jack holds the door open for Ianto and follows him out, stepping up to the curb to hail a taxi. "I was thinking ... we could head to the park today? I've not taken Myfanwy for a while."
Ianto kind of freezes where he is, "How many times are expecting me to go up and down those steps?"
"Okay," Jack answers, taking that as a flat-out rejection and not bothering to argue his point that fresh air would do Ianto a world of good. He doesn't think the steps would be terrible, but he doesn't have a cast up his thigh.
Ianto arches an eyebrow at Jack's back. Clearly, someone is expecting a bit more argument. When apparent no argument is coming, he follows Jack, moving to take over the back of the taxi while Jack puts his things in the trunk.
Jack has apparently learned that Ianto is too stubborn to argue with. At this rate, he's going to stop bothering with suggestions altogether and eventually just let Ianto be. He carefully packs Ianto's things into the trunk, then settles into the passenger's seat up front to give directions.
Ianto leans against the window. He's positioned himself so that he can watch his lover during the ride.
Unlike the taxi ride from the hospital, Jack doesn't engage the driver in small talk and spends the brief ride to the club (and his flat) in silence, looking out the window. He isn't switched on again until they arrive, putting on a smile as he tips the driver and goes to retrieve Ianto's bags.
Ianto slowly slides out of the car. He's nervous about taking those steps, just isn't sure of himself with them.
"I'm going to go unlock the doors for the movers," Jack announces, making sure Ianto is steady on his crutches once out of the cab before going away with the luggage to unlock the back door for the movers.
"Okay," Ianto says, making his way toward the stairs. He stares up at them and he's so tempted to just call it quits. He agreed though.
Jack returns moments later, the movers not far behind. "Let me head up and unlock the flat door." It'd be better for Ianto to wait, he means, so that the chair's moved before he starts making his way up. Ianto needs to take his time, not rush anything.
"Okay," Ianto says, moving out of the way.
Jack heads up, unlocks the door for the movers, and takes the luggage to the spare bedroom. By the time he's done, the movers are in the living room and he asks them to put the chair in a prime spot for the telly, then follows them back down to the club proper. "Thanks, guys." Once they're gone, Jack turns his full attention and million-watt smile on Ianto. "Ready?"
"I guess so," Ianto says slowly. He's nervous.
"One step at a time," Jack says gently. "I'm right here."
Leaving Ianto alone to psych himself out, was probably not Jack's best plan. Ianto sighs, "If you say so." He moves to the bottom steps, hesitating.
None of his plans have been that spectacular, thus far, at least in his opinion. He's nothing if not consistent. Jack follows, giving Ianto's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "You can do it."
"Glad one of us believes that," Ianto mutters, before trying.
Jack squeezes Ianto's shoulder again and lets him try, patiently waiting to see if he's needed for an assist.
Ianto goes slowly, but he makes progress. He's definitely not going anywhere for a bit.
Jack concedes that point. Maybe he'd just been too hopeful, too optimistic. There is definitely such a thing. He follows Ianto up slowly, letting him take his time.
Ianto is grateful to reach the top. He sighs when he reaches the top. Clearly tired by his effort.
At the top, Jack leans in to press a kiss to Ianto's cheek. "I knew you could do it."
"I think I'm ready for a nap," Ianto mutters.
"Sounds like a plan," Jack agrees.
Ianto nods, slowly. "Could you open the door for me?" he asks, starting to head in that direction.
Jack moves to do just that, holding the door open for Ianto.
Ianto makes his way in, "Where'd you put the chair?" he asks, once he's in.
"Living room. Good view of the telly."
Ianto nods and heads in that direction.
Jack closes the door behind them and follows Ianto inside. Myfanwy, who'd been upstairs to avoid the strangers and noise, bounds down the steps to greet them both enthusiastically.
Ianto frowns, because he doesn't want to accidentally hurt Myfanwy, but he also wants to make it to his chair.
"Myfanwy," Jack calls, getting her attention and causing her to heel. As sullen as a dog can be, she sulks over to Jack's side. This gives Ianto an opportunity to sit before he has a dog all over him.
"Thank you," Ianto says, before finishing his journey and collapsing onto his chair. He gets his legs up with a sigh and makes a face. "Do you have an icepack?" Ianto asks.
Jack moves over to take Ianto's crutches and prop them up within his reach, letting Myfanwy get her paws up on the arm of the chair to nose at Ianto's arm and the new bit of furniture. "Yeah, I'll go get it." Jack disappears into the kitchen.
Ianto smiles at him, but his eyes close most of the way. He does lift his arm to pet Myfanwy's head.
Jack returns shortly with an ice pack and bottled water for Ianto, smiling softly. "Here you go," he offers. Myfanwy, meanwhile, licks at Ianto's wrist.
"Hey girl," Ianto says softly. He gives Jack a small smile and takes both. The ice pack gets put on his cast and the water he takes himself.
Jack pets Myfanwy, as well, though she only has eyes for Ianto right now. "How long ago was your last pill? I could get you one, if your leg is bothering you."
"When my watch goes off, its time for another one," Ianto tells him. He's going to fall asleep again.
Jack leans down to kiss the corner of Ianto's mouth. "I'll listen for it, then. Get some rest."
"Will do," Ianto says, one hand still absently stroking Myfanwy's head.
Jack leaves them both to it, then, flopping himself on the couch to watch telly at a low volume while Ianto sleeps.
Ianto falls asleep, his hand will fall and hang down when Myfanwy pulls away.
Myfanwy eventually does move away, wandering down to sniff at Ianto's cast and wuffle a little. She then goes over to the couch to rest her head on the seat neat Jack's hand, looking concerned and whining softly, as if to tell him that Ianto is obviously hurt. Jack takes over petting her, scritching behind her ears gently.
Ianto snores softly, not noticing Myfanwy's worried whine.
She's going to fret over him, of course. After a while, Jack gets up for something and pauses to carefully lay Ianto's arm on the arm of the chair. Myfanwy settles onto the floor next to Ianto's chair and rests her head on her paws. Aw.
"Jack," Ianto murmurs, still sleeping.
Myfanwy lifts her head at that, ears perked. Jack is returning with a drink and pauses to watch Ianto sleep.
Ianto doesn't say anything else, just shifts slightly.
Jack leans down to kiss Ianto's hair before going back to the couch and settling in again.
Give Ianto a couple hours and his watch will start beeping, causing Ianto to start waking up.
By then, Jack is dozing on the couch and the beeping watches him up, too. "Are your pills in your bag?" he wonders, a little groggy.
"Yeah," Ianto says, starting to wake up.
"Two seconds," he promises, fumbling off the couch and heading for the guest room, where Ianto's bag is resting on the bed. He returns a moment later, uncapping the bottle to retrieve a pill. "Here you go."
Ianto blinks blearily at him, "Thanks handsome." Ianto says taking it and downing it.
"No problem," he answers, stealing another kiss.
"Are you happier now?" Ianto asks, wanting the other man to be happy and knowing that he wanted Ianto here.
It takes a moment for Jack's groggy mind to make the leap. "Yeah," he admits, though he's a little guilty about it.
Where: Ianto's flat and Jack's flat
When: Two days after Jack talk him into moving
Rating: PG
Ianto is pacing, waiting for Jack to come and pick him up. He's got a bag packed, but he's not sure what else he needs. The laptop is prepped, but he knows he'd rather have the desktop, but he'll just have to deal.
Rather than pressing Owen into service, Jack hires a couple of movers with a truck to come pick up the chair and transport it to his flat. He arrives at Ianto's ahead of schedule, though, and lets himself in, though he takes his time with the key in the lock to announce himself.
Ianto is on his crutches, glancing around in the living room. He twists hearing the door open. "Hey," Ianto says frowning.
"Hey," Jack greets. "Everything okay?"
"I feel like I'm going on a trip and that I'm forgetting something," Ianto says.
"We live within walking distance of each other," Jack reminds gently. "If you have forgotten something, I can come get it."
"I know, I just feel like I have," Ianto says, heading over to the couch to lay down for a bit.
Jack moves to settle himself on the arm of the couch, reaching down to stroke Ianto's hair. "If you'd rather not do this ... " He did work pretty hard at convincing Ianto, but if he doesn't feel comfortable doing it, Jack doesn't want to force him.
"I told you I would," Ianto stands by what he says.
Jack nods. "Okay. Well, I've got a couple of guys coming over to move the chair. Anything else you need?"
"My guitar and laptop, but you're carrying those." Ianto says.
"Yes, I am," Jack agrees, grinning.
"I've got a bag of clothes packed that I can wear with the monstrosity. A toiletry kit." Ianto considers it. "What else do I need?"
"Lint roller," Jack says after a thoughtful pause. "Myfanwy's going to shed all over you."
Ianto gives Jack a look that says, 'That was very funny, but I'm really not in the mood for jokes.'
Which isn't really new, but Jack refrains from comment. "I think that's everything," he states seriously, instead.
Ianto nods slowly, "Okay."
Jack says nothing else, in that chastised-for-joking sort of way he's getting too familiar with, until his phone rings. It's the moving guys, who he directs up to the correct floor in the building.
Ianto sighs softly, looking at Jack. Ianto watches the movers with distrust when they enter.
They're quite professional, though. In and out within a few minutes, taking the chair with them. Once they're alone again, Jack glances down at Ianto. "If you're ready ... "
"Yeah, I guess I am," Ianto says, working his way back up to his feet. "Are you going to be able to carry all that stuff?"
"Yeah, I got it," Jack answers, grabbing up the laptop bag and Ianto's bag of clothes. The guitar he grabs last, careful with it.
Ianto follows along, heading to the elevator.
Jack locks up behind them and keeps his pace casual as he heads for the lift.
Ianto is waiting for him, climbing into the elevator.
"You okay with all that?"
"I've had worse," Jack answers with a grin. He boards the lift and lets Ianto hit the lobby level button. "I'm just nervous I'm going to ding your guitar and you'll never speak to me again."
"That's what the case if for," Ianto points out with a slight smile.
"You know logic does absolutely nothing for nerves," he quips, grinning a little wider.
"And yet you try to use logic to soothe my nerves all the time," Ianto replies with a slight grin.
"But does it work? We're both exercising in futility, I'm sure." Jack leans over and kisses Ianto's cheek.
"No," Ianto says, rolling his eyes. He leans into the kiss though.
Jack kisses closer to Ianto's lips, but only makes to the corner of his mouth before the elevator doors open. "After you, handsome."
Ianto gets out of the lift and heads down the short hall. He lets Jack take the lead, so he can get the door. He blinks once he's outside.
Jack holds the door open for Ianto and follows him out, stepping up to the curb to hail a taxi. "I was thinking ... we could head to the park today? I've not taken Myfanwy for a while."
Ianto kind of freezes where he is, "How many times are expecting me to go up and down those steps?"
"Okay," Jack answers, taking that as a flat-out rejection and not bothering to argue his point that fresh air would do Ianto a world of good. He doesn't think the steps would be terrible, but he doesn't have a cast up his thigh.
Ianto arches an eyebrow at Jack's back. Clearly, someone is expecting a bit more argument. When apparent no argument is coming, he follows Jack, moving to take over the back of the taxi while Jack puts his things in the trunk.
Jack has apparently learned that Ianto is too stubborn to argue with. At this rate, he's going to stop bothering with suggestions altogether and eventually just let Ianto be. He carefully packs Ianto's things into the trunk, then settles into the passenger's seat up front to give directions.
Ianto leans against the window. He's positioned himself so that he can watch his lover during the ride.
Unlike the taxi ride from the hospital, Jack doesn't engage the driver in small talk and spends the brief ride to the club (and his flat) in silence, looking out the window. He isn't switched on again until they arrive, putting on a smile as he tips the driver and goes to retrieve Ianto's bags.
Ianto slowly slides out of the car. He's nervous about taking those steps, just isn't sure of himself with them.
"I'm going to go unlock the doors for the movers," Jack announces, making sure Ianto is steady on his crutches once out of the cab before going away with the luggage to unlock the back door for the movers.
"Okay," Ianto says, making his way toward the stairs. He stares up at them and he's so tempted to just call it quits. He agreed though.
Jack returns moments later, the movers not far behind. "Let me head up and unlock the flat door." It'd be better for Ianto to wait, he means, so that the chair's moved before he starts making his way up. Ianto needs to take his time, not rush anything.
"Okay," Ianto says, moving out of the way.
Jack heads up, unlocks the door for the movers, and takes the luggage to the spare bedroom. By the time he's done, the movers are in the living room and he asks them to put the chair in a prime spot for the telly, then follows them back down to the club proper. "Thanks, guys." Once they're gone, Jack turns his full attention and million-watt smile on Ianto. "Ready?"
"I guess so," Ianto says slowly. He's nervous.
"One step at a time," Jack says gently. "I'm right here."
Leaving Ianto alone to psych himself out, was probably not Jack's best plan. Ianto sighs, "If you say so." He moves to the bottom steps, hesitating.
None of his plans have been that spectacular, thus far, at least in his opinion. He's nothing if not consistent. Jack follows, giving Ianto's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "You can do it."
"Glad one of us believes that," Ianto mutters, before trying.
Jack squeezes Ianto's shoulder again and lets him try, patiently waiting to see if he's needed for an assist.
Ianto goes slowly, but he makes progress. He's definitely not going anywhere for a bit.
Jack concedes that point. Maybe he'd just been too hopeful, too optimistic. There is definitely such a thing. He follows Ianto up slowly, letting him take his time.
Ianto is grateful to reach the top. He sighs when he reaches the top. Clearly tired by his effort.
At the top, Jack leans in to press a kiss to Ianto's cheek. "I knew you could do it."
"I think I'm ready for a nap," Ianto mutters.
"Sounds like a plan," Jack agrees.
Ianto nods, slowly. "Could you open the door for me?" he asks, starting to head in that direction.
Jack moves to do just that, holding the door open for Ianto.
Ianto makes his way in, "Where'd you put the chair?" he asks, once he's in.
"Living room. Good view of the telly."
Ianto nods and heads in that direction.
Jack closes the door behind them and follows Ianto inside. Myfanwy, who'd been upstairs to avoid the strangers and noise, bounds down the steps to greet them both enthusiastically.
Ianto frowns, because he doesn't want to accidentally hurt Myfanwy, but he also wants to make it to his chair.
"Myfanwy," Jack calls, getting her attention and causing her to heel. As sullen as a dog can be, she sulks over to Jack's side. This gives Ianto an opportunity to sit before he has a dog all over him.
"Thank you," Ianto says, before finishing his journey and collapsing onto his chair. He gets his legs up with a sigh and makes a face. "Do you have an icepack?" Ianto asks.
Jack moves over to take Ianto's crutches and prop them up within his reach, letting Myfanwy get her paws up on the arm of the chair to nose at Ianto's arm and the new bit of furniture. "Yeah, I'll go get it." Jack disappears into the kitchen.
Ianto smiles at him, but his eyes close most of the way. He does lift his arm to pet Myfanwy's head.
Jack returns shortly with an ice pack and bottled water for Ianto, smiling softly. "Here you go," he offers. Myfanwy, meanwhile, licks at Ianto's wrist.
"Hey girl," Ianto says softly. He gives Jack a small smile and takes both. The ice pack gets put on his cast and the water he takes himself.
Jack pets Myfanwy, as well, though she only has eyes for Ianto right now. "How long ago was your last pill? I could get you one, if your leg is bothering you."
"When my watch goes off, its time for another one," Ianto tells him. He's going to fall asleep again.
Jack leans down to kiss the corner of Ianto's mouth. "I'll listen for it, then. Get some rest."
"Will do," Ianto says, one hand still absently stroking Myfanwy's head.
Jack leaves them both to it, then, flopping himself on the couch to watch telly at a low volume while Ianto sleeps.
Ianto falls asleep, his hand will fall and hang down when Myfanwy pulls away.
Myfanwy eventually does move away, wandering down to sniff at Ianto's cast and wuffle a little. She then goes over to the couch to rest her head on the seat neat Jack's hand, looking concerned and whining softly, as if to tell him that Ianto is obviously hurt. Jack takes over petting her, scritching behind her ears gently.
Ianto snores softly, not noticing Myfanwy's worried whine.
She's going to fret over him, of course. After a while, Jack gets up for something and pauses to carefully lay Ianto's arm on the arm of the chair. Myfanwy settles onto the floor next to Ianto's chair and rests her head on her paws. Aw.
"Jack," Ianto murmurs, still sleeping.
Myfanwy lifts her head at that, ears perked. Jack is returning with a drink and pauses to watch Ianto sleep.
Ianto doesn't say anything else, just shifts slightly.
Jack leans down to kiss Ianto's hair before going back to the couch and settling in again.
Give Ianto a couple hours and his watch will start beeping, causing Ianto to start waking up.
By then, Jack is dozing on the couch and the beeping watches him up, too. "Are your pills in your bag?" he wonders, a little groggy.
"Yeah," Ianto says, starting to wake up.
"Two seconds," he promises, fumbling off the couch and heading for the guest room, where Ianto's bag is resting on the bed. He returns a moment later, uncapping the bottle to retrieve a pill. "Here you go."
Ianto blinks blearily at him, "Thanks handsome." Ianto says taking it and downing it.
"No problem," he answers, stealing another kiss.
"Are you happier now?" Ianto asks, wanting the other man to be happy and knowing that he wanted Ianto here.
It takes a moment for Jack's groggy mind to make the leap. "Yeah," he admits, though he's a little guilty about it.