zazajb: (janto hold onto me)

Title: It’s what we do...
Author: zazajb
Rating: PG, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers – Episode Season 2: From out of the rain
Summary: Written for Halloween @ Torchwood_Fest prompt #4 
They comfort each other after what happened (Jack's memories; Ianto being able to save just one)

Masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
Thanks to my beta - the awesome [livejournal.com profile] badly_knitted  *hugs close*

Words 1888

It’s what we do...

Ianto’s anguished cry tore at Jack’s heartstrings, “Noooooo..!” as the silver flask arced gracefully through the air, shedding the treasured ‘last breaths’ of the victims as it flew... Ianto followed its path with his eyes, moving to intercept it...hoping and praying that he’d be in time... He grabbed it and slammed his hand over the open top... Bringing it up to his ear he shook it...the tiny ringing of just one breath remained...just one... His heart sank at the needless loss of life, his expression enough for Jack to work out it wasn’t good news...

As Ianto’d been flask-catching, his Captain had been dealing with their unwanted visitors from the celluloid film world by exposing the freshly shot film to the light...the Ghostmaker, Pearl and the rest of the Night Travellers destroyed by the sun...

Back at the hospital, they discovered that the one breath they’d managed to save belonged to a small boy from the family in the car...a young boy who would now be an orphan...

Ianto watched as Jack held the flask to the boy’s lips and his last breath was restored to him...that glorious sound as he began to cough as he opened his eyes... Ianto had tears in his eyes...we saved one...just one...

Once they’d escaped the interrogation from the medical team caring for the boy, they headed back to the hub. Ianto disappeared into the kitchen to make some coffee, Jack sent the others home and slumped in his chair in his office, mulling over the events of the past few days...

His mug landed on his desk, the steaming aromatic contents just enough to drag him out of his melancholy musings and he looked up in time to catch the Welshman’s hesitant expression before it was wiped away, replaced with the calm and controlled, carefully crafted exterior persona that Ianto put on when he was upset or worried...

“What’s wrong..?” his voice was soft, yet commanding...his you can tell me voice, honed after years and years of practice...

Ianto seemed to sag before his eyes, “What do we do with this..?” He placed the silver flask into Jack’s hand, shuddering at the memory of what it had held and the outcome...

“We lock it away...my safe, I think...can’t risk the general archives...” The paperwork complete, Jack locked it away in his personal safe, jumping as he closed the door...uncertain if he’d caught a faint echo of the music of the Night Travellers...please, no more...

Ianto turned away, heading for the stairs back to the main hub...

“Ianto..?”

“Chores to do, Jack...Janet, the Mixoytes...usual stuff...”

“Oh, ok...see you in a bit then...”

“Yeah...”

Sighing heavily, Jack turned his attention reluctantly back to the mountain of paperwork on his desk. Ianto was upset enough already, without needing to chastise his Captain for sloppy files and overdue reports...he’d give him some space and try and impress him with a tidy desk... Head down, brow furrowed, Jack concentrated on the First Alert Plan that the Prime Minister was currently demanding an update on...which would be fine if they actually had a FAP..! He’d draft one out then let Ianto make it into something that actually made sense...

Ninety minutes later he’d managed to draft something that could be moulded into a workable system with a bit of Welsh magic... He frowned, his hand closing round his mug to swirl the dregs of his cold coffee...Ianto always brought him a second mug once he’d fed the residents...

He leapt to his feet and slid down the stair rail, landing with a thud at the bottom before sprinting down to the cells, his mind picturing all sorts of calamities that could have befallen his precious Welshman... “Ianto..?” The cell block was empty, aside from the aliens of course... The archives were next to receive a visit...nothing...same with the kitchen...

Jack was really worried now. It was unlike Ianto to just leave, with no word... He dug in his pocket for his phone and hit #1 on the speed dial...it rang into answer phone. Jack left a panicked and clearly garbled message that even he’d have trouble deciphering before sinking onto the sofa, head in hands... where would Ianto go..? He was upset about today...about the loss of so many innocent lives... Come on Jack! He cursed himself, he should know the answer to this – this was the man he loved, he should know him...

Suddenly he knew exactly where Ianto would be. He grabbed his coat and headed for the roller door, pausing to tug the post-it note in Ianto’s flowing hand off the door  Jack, needed some air – back later. I Shaking his head, Jack left, driving the short distance far too fast, just needing to find his Welshman... Pulling up in front of the Electro, he leapt out and ran to the door, pushing it open to find everything in darkness inside.

Jack made his way across the foyer to the auditorium which was also in darkness. “Ianto..?” he called softly, “I know you’re here...”

A sigh sounded to his left and the brief flash of a mobile phone screen guided him to where the young man was sat. “How’d you know I was here..?”

“I tried to think what I’d do if I was you...and I’d come here because that’s where it all started...”

“Jack...we only saved one kid...just one...” Ianto’s voice shook with barely controlled emotion and he didn’t resist when Jack wrapped him into his arms and rocked him gently. “We should’ve done more...should’ve stopped them sooner...realised what they were...just one...and now he’s all alone...” He let out a smothered sob as despair and sorrow finally gained the upper hand...

Jack’s arms tightened instinctively around his distraught Welshman and he dropped light kisses onto any part of Ianto he could reach, “...sshhh...it’s ok...it’s going to be ok...we stopped them, Yan...they could’ve killed hundreds...even thousands for their audience...but we stopped them and we managed to save someone...only one, but we did save him... It’s what we do...” Jack’s whispered words, his comforting aroma and the gentle rocking all served to calm the distressed young man and he gradually quietened, his fingers curling into the fabric of his Captain’s coat as he relaxed into the embrace...

It was long minutes before Jack attempted to move, tipping Ianto’s face up so he could kiss him gently, lips soft and responsive against his own... “Coming home now..?”

“Yeah...and Jack...thank you for finding me...” 

Entwining their fingers, Jack led them out of the cinema, dropping the latch on their way out, and drove them to Ianto’s flat...the place he now called home too. Once inside he led his Welshman to the bedroom, undressed him carefully [even folding or hanging up the removed clothing] and pulled back the quilt, settling his young man into bed, before quickly shedding his own clothes and sliding in beside him, wrapping him into his arms with a contented sigh...

Ianto snuggled in close and they kissed sweetly, both taking love and comfort from the intimate contact until they drifted off to sleep, limbs entwined, noses almost touching...

Jack woke roughly three hours later and try as he might, he just couldn’t go back to sleep, neither could he keep still... Ianto’s words in the cinema had been tumbling around in his head and now they were burning...he should’ve done more, found them faster, known what they were capable of…he’d been there before...should’ve known...he could’ve saved more... Ianto had unknowingly reignited a long since buried away disquiet...that feeling of failure and inadequacy he’d had since his last encounters with the travelling show and the Night Travellers...all those people...he should’ve saved them...

Sliding carefully out of bed so as to not disturb the sleeping man beside him, Jack pulled on his clothes and stood looking down at the man he loved...he looked so young and innocent in sleep and he felt a rush of warmth spread through him followed swiftly by the chill of shame...I let him down...I should’ve done more...sooner...faster...

Jack let himself out of the flat, pulling Ianto’s post-it note out of his pocket and sticking it on the inside of the front door before striding away into the night...

Rolling over in his sleep some time later, Ianto woke with a jump when his reaching hand met emptiness and he realised the bed beside him was cold...Jack had been gone a while... He sat up, blinking rapidly as he encouraged his brain awake before climbing out of bed, pulling on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and a warm sweatshirt and headed to the kitchen. A few minutes later he left the flat. He knew exactly where to find his Captain...

Jack turned at the sound of approaching footsteps, his face breaking into a rueful smile as the familiar scent of his beloved Welshman wrapped around him and he sank into the embrace, burying his face into the young man’s hair. “How’d you know I’d be here..?” he mumbled into his neck.

“If you’ve left me alone in our bed, it can only mean a weevil or you’re brooding on a rooftop...I figured a rooftop was more probable, given the events of yesterday...”

“You were right...we should’ve saved more...I knew what the Night Travellers were capable of...I should’ve stopped them sooner...it’s my fault that boy’s an orphan...”

Ianto’s arms closed tighter around his Captain, “...it’s not your fault, cariad...we stopped them… You were right...we saved one...that has to be a good thing...”

Jack clung on tight as the tears welled...there was such love and conviction in Ianto’s voice...what had he done to deserve such devotion... “I’ve lived for so long...seen so many people die...to save anyone...even just one...has to be worth it... His voice was hoarse, raw emotion threatening to overwhelm him as Ianto’s arms tightened protectively before he pulled back enough to look deep into Jack’s eyes...

It’s what we do... You were right...everything we face, the rift, the aliens, the threats against humanity...if we can save someone then that has to be a good thing...and the world would be a darker place without you...my world would be darker...” Ianto slid one hand round the back of Jack’s neck and pressed in for a gentle kiss, the older man’s moan lost against his mouth as they sought comfort in each other, the kiss building in intensity as tongues duelled pleasurably and the stresses of the day melted away...

Long minutes later they broke off for air, Ianto leading his Captain away from the edge to where he’d spread a blanket on the roof with a flask and two travel mugs. Tugging Jack down onto the rug, he poured the coffee and snuggled in close, leaning back as he sat between Jack’s legs. “We see so much that is cruel and ugly I thought it was high time we saw some wonder and beauty so we’re gonna watch the sun come up...remind ourselves why we’re here...what it’s all for...”

Jack’s smile lit up the fading darkness and the intensity of emotion radiating out of his eyes sent a rush of warmth and love cascading through the Welshman as he settled back in Jack’s arms to watch the first tentative fingers of light as a new day dawned over the city... 

“We keep the world safe...it’s what we do...”

End

           

 


zazajb: (john scott beach ok)

Title: Castles in the sand...
Author: zazajb
Rating: PG, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – none that I’m aware of - set early during TW S2
Summary:  Alien recovery takes them to the seaside... Words 1630

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time

X-posted Jantolution , jackxianto & TW_classic [apologies to those getting this multiple times]

A/N Iantosdreamer & I were missing the redisourcolour challenges so we challenged each other: Theme – Fun times, her words for me: imagination, tackle, mansion ‘Are you sure that’s legal?’
Belatedly dedicated to toshiani007 as she liked it so much! For you, hun xxx 

 Following a lively discussion with agent_girlsname which involved the exchange of virtual 99 icecream she did this lovely pic of Jack with his bucket and spade...thanks hun, love it! xxx

Castles in the sand    

“Are you sure that’s legal..?” Ianto hissed in Jack’s ear as he used his wrist strap to tap into the security settings on the cash machine and withdraw five hundred pounds...

“Well...” a note of uncertainty before the trademark Harkness grin eclipsed the brightness of the late afternoon summer sunshine...

Jack!”

“So, it’s not your conventional cash-card, but it is from my account and since no-one bought any money, cards, id...nothing...I’d say it’s a good job I learnt a few tricks from the Doctor or we’d be a bit stuck..!” Jack defended his integrity hotly...grinning ruefully as Ianto’s soft chuckle confirmed he’d been caught again..!

He reached out to grab Ianto’s jacket lapels and hauled the Welshman in for a searing kiss, ignoring the loud tutting from the couple behind them in the queue for the machine. Staggering to one side they kissed hard, tongues duelling for supremacy as fingers fisted through hair and soft moans were lost against each other’s mouths... Ianto felt his knees buckle as everything that was Jack flooded his senses and he was breathless and trembling when he was finally released...

With Ianto rendered temporarily speechless, Jack grinned triumphantly at a smiling Tosh and a far less impressed Owen who stood frowning  as he clutched the large attaché case full of Termnunths they’d scooped off the beach where they’d been devouring the sand... The case was heavy and he was tired of this bright seaside town with its sunshine and happy holiday makers... “What now..?” he snarked, his frown morphing into a scowl as his brain took a moment to absorb Jack’s reply.

Jack laughed and delved into his pocket, pulling out a handful of notes. “You and Tosh go and buy us some fish and chips or something, we’ll take this back to the SUV and find out how long the garage is gonna be before they can sort out the tyres...meet  you along the seafront in about fifteen minutes...” He slid his free hand into Ianto’s and reached the other one out for the case. Owen exchanged cash for alien locust-cross-grasshopper-cross-beetle-eat anything-pesky critter-filled attaché and nodded, his expression lifting as he realised they were going to get a little down time and something to silence the grumbling in his stomach...he grinned and held out an arm to Tosh, “shall we..?”  

Jack looked at Ianto, “...you ok..?” he brushed their lips together softly as the Welshman nodded, smiling, and they headed back towards the crippled SUV, three of its tyres having fallen prey to the few tiny aliens who had evaded capture by clinging on to the hem of Jack’s coat when he’d returned to get the secure case once they’d decided how to tackle the problem...tyres had turned out to be a particular delicacy and three were devoured before Jack had noticed...

They arrived back at the stricken vehicle and Jack locked the case into the boot while Ianto spoke to the garage on the phone. He hung up, grinning, as his Captain rejoined him. They’re just waiting for the tyres to arrive – they don’t hold them in stock as they’re an unusual size and it’s only a tiny garage...” he shrugged lightly, “...we’re lucky they were willing to stay open for us... It’s going to be about three hours so I guess we’ve got an evening to play at grockles..!”

He chuckled at Jack’s raised eyebrow. “Grockles – non-locals...visitors from out of town...holiday makers... Do we call Gwen..?”

Jack shook his head. “Tosh said the rift predictor didn’t show anything for the next twenty four hours or so...let Gwen have the rest of her day off in peace...we can call if anything happens...and in the meantime...” he tugged the young man closer and captured his lips gently, Ianto’s arms snaking around the older man’s neck as he melted against him and they lost themselves in each other, delighting in some unexpected alone time... Jack nibbled on Ianto’s bottom lip, his tongue seeking entry to the Welshman’s mouth where it explored the familiar territory with possessive intent as their kiss deepened...

Pulling apart, breathless and flushed, lips pink and deliciously kiss-swollen, they forced air back into their lungs and reluctantly moved away from the car...time was passing and they had arranged to meet the others...

They caught up with Tosh and Owen just as they were setting out deckchairs on the promenade overlooking the beach, the fragrant waft of fish and chips rising from the bulging carrier bag beside them and a cardboard drinks holder with four large takeaway coffees next to it. They sank into the low chairs and Tosh handed round the fish and chips. It was hot and fresh and pure nectar to the four hungry humans... The feast was washed down with the coffee – it wasn’t Ianto’s perfect coffee but it was hot and wet and not bad at all...

Full and contented they relaxed back in their deckchairs watching the world, such as it was in this little seaside town, go by... Jack reached over to grab Ianto’s hand and entwined their fingers, brushing his thumb lightly over the warm flesh... Glancing across, Ianto grinned as he saw Tosh and Owen mirroring their actions...it was high time the acerbic doctor realised just what a gem he had in the pretty tech genius... They rested for some time before Jack’s boundless energy chafed at the inaction and he leapt up, dragging his hand from the Welshman’s before he disappeared along the promenade, his coat billowing behind him.

Ianto craned his neck, trying to see where his Captain had vanished to. He was still scanning the hoards of holiday makers when the unmistakable figure cut through the crowds and bounded up to them, his arms full of brightly coloured plastic which he proceeded to dish out to each of them.

“Ok, sandcastle building contest...loser buys the ice creams...”

“Oh, what fun..!” Owen’s sarcasm was wasted on Jack in this mood and the medic knew it. He made a show of huffing indignantly as he hauled himself out of his chair, muttering about childish games and jumped down onto the sand, secretly looking forward to the simple pleasures of building sandcastles.

Moments later there was the sound of industrious digging and firming down of sand in buckets, of dull thuds as those buckets were turned over and energetic tapping to encourage the emergence of perfect sandcastles...

Fifteen minutes later they were all breathless, covered in sand and grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat as they surveyed their creations! They looked at each other’s castles... Owen’s was a ramshackle affair with crumbling edges and haphazard layout – he’d gone for the historical castle look...Jack grinned as he nudged it with his toe and one of the outer bucket shapes crumbled and fell to pieces... Owen swore – mainly for effect as he’d really enjoyed himself!

 Tosh’s was set around a maze with twin turrets and an impressive double layered main area...she beamed as Jack pronounced it ‘impressive’ before he moved  on to Ianto’s and stood gaping at the replication of the hub’s coffee machine as the Welshman stood proudly by its side. “Wow, Yan...that’s amazing...” as the others agreed and a rather fetching blush of pleasure crept over Ianto’s cheeks. Jack was suddenly overcome with the need to wrap the young man into his arms and kiss him senseless, resisting with extreme effort until the judging was complete.

They moved on to Jack’s creation and this also took their breath away...a huge mound of sand, approximately two feet round and eighteen inches high was topped off with three closely packed bucketfuls with a single one on top of that... “What is that supposed to be?” Only Owen had the audacity to ask what they’d all been thinking...

“Come on – surely you can see...this...” he paused dramatically, “...is a weevil mansion...” as the team sniggered and Jack huffed about short-sighted people with no imagination...

They voted. Ianto won easily and it was a close-run thing for last place, but Jack’s mansion just pipped Owen at the post and he was sent to buy the ice creams as the others made their way back to the deck chairs.

After slurping their way through large Mr Whippy 99’s they joined the throngs ambling along the promenade in the fading summer sunshine, both couples holding on tight to their partner with arms wound round shoulders and waists. The couples split up, Jack finally able to find a quiet spot against the side of a beach hut where he proceeded to kiss his Welshman into oblivion, Ianto’s soft moans lost against his Captain’s mouth as he immersed himself in the wonderous sensations of everything that was Jack...

When they finally met up at the agreed time with Tosh and Owen, all four were smiling, hair tousled and lips pink and kiss swollen... They made their way back to the SUV where the fitter was just finishing the final tyre. Jack paid him, adding a generous tip for the lateness of the hour and they piled into the vehicle for the journey home.

As they approached the outskirts of Cardiff, back at the seaside, the tide was racing up the beach, the gentle surf gradually washing away their castles in the sand...

End

 

 

 


zazajb: (John scott snog!)

Title: Coming home to me...
Author: zazajb
Rating: PG, M/M relationship
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers – none that I’m aware of - set during TW S2
Summary: Ianto has a night out with Tosh, Jack’s home alone...pure fluffiness. Inspired by JB's twitter-fest last night as he waited for Scott to come home from London...

Words 475

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time

This is for [profile] lyryk who needed fluff this week

X-posted Jantolution & jackxianto

 

 

Coming home to me

Jack stretched and glanced at his watch. It was late. He picked up his mug and sipped his coffee. It was lukewarm now and not quite as appealing. He hauled himself to his feet and went into the kitchen, tipping the contents down the sink before rinsing the mug and placing it carefully on the draining board.

He looked at the tray of cookies and resisted the temptation to try one. No...he’d wait... He yawned and stretched. It really was quite late. Perhaps he should go to bed...no...he smiled softly, picturing his Welshman in his head...

He wandered back into the lounge and dropped back onto the sofa, flicking absently through the channels – twenty seconds here, thirty seconds there...a whole minute on the history channel..! He settled on one of the classic movie channels that was part-way through ‘It's A Wonderful Life’ and swung his feet up onto the leather, leaning back as he fought to keep his eyes open...a battle he was soon losing as they slid closed, every successive blink heavier than the last...

The sound of a key in the lock drove the sleepiness away and he leapt up, striding to the doorway to meet the man he adored, tugging him into his arms to kiss him tenderly, relishing the feel of those exquisite lips against his own. The young man let out a soft moan as his hands fisted through his Captain’s hair and he melted into the embrace.

They broke apart for much needed oxygen, smiling into each other’s eyes. Jack grabbed Ianto’s hand and pulled him into the kitchen, turning the heat on under the waiting pan of milk as he displayed his home made smartie cookies. Ianto grinned, “...you missed me then?” adding wistfully, “I missed you...even though Tosh had chocolate ice cream and a Bond film...”

Jack poured the boiling milk into the mugs and stirred before handing over one of the frothy hot chocolates and offering the tray of cookies. Ianto grinned and chose one, glancing around the spotless kitchen. “You cleaned up as well?”

Jack nodded vigorously, his mouth full of cookie. “Made a mess with the flour...” he mumbled as the young man’s eyebrow arched and his blue eyes twinkled lovingly at his partner.

They drank and munched their cookies in companionable silence.

Ianto set his empty mug down and stretched, yawning sleepily. “I thought you’d be in bed,” he said softly.

Jack stood up and held out his hand, entwining their fingers carefully when it was taken. He tugged Ianto towards the bedroom. “How could I even think of going to bed..?” He wrapped the Welshman into his arms as they sank down onto the soft covers, “...knowing you were coming home to me...” as their lips met and they lost themselves in the moment...

End


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