An Injury to One - Chapter Five
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sariagrayTitle: An Injury to One
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sariagray
Chapter: 5
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, OC
Rating: PG-13 or R or somewhere in between.
Word Count: ~700
Spoilers: Post CoE. Therefore, the whole series. Some Doctor Who - expect up to the 4th Season.
Warnings: Language. Implied sex.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. Oh, but if it did….
Author’s Note: The remaining pieces of this story are going up tonight, because, well, otherwise they will never go up. RL is tracking me down and making me pay. There may be a sequel, but I'm not sure. I also may play around in this 'verse for a while. I have some ideas. That being said, let me know what you think so I know if it is worth continuing! :)
He was a bit surprised when Kara and Eric cornered him. He had been expecting it since the moment he first walked into the Hub, but he certainly didn’t think it would take over a week.
“Okay, so, you’re Ianto, yeah? But how?” Eric asked him.
“Honestly, I don’t know. Has he told you about the Doctor?”
They both nodded.
“Right, well, he found me. And I was Arthur. And then, I wasn’t. I think he used his sonic screwdriver and –“
“Sonic what?” Kara exclaimed.
“Screwdriver. When I died, I was brought back as Arthur. The sonic screwdriver opens anything that isn’t deadlocked, and my unconsciousness wasn’t deadlocked.” He paused thoughtfully.
“So, why bring you back? I mean, no offense or anything, but why you?” Eric raised a very suspicious eyebrow.
“I don’t know why, but he said it already will have happened in the future.” He shrugged at their puzzled expressions. “He’s not very forthcoming.”
“So…you aren’t an alien, then? Or a spy?” Eric’s look was skeptical.
“Nope.”
Kara maneuvered herself closer and whispered conspiratorially as Eric leaned in closer to hear.
“What’s it like?” she asked.
“It’s like I have someone else’s memories, like watching a movie done all in the main character’s perspective.”
“Not that!” she giggled. “What’s it like being with him?”
Ianto knew that he had had this conversation before, and he felt most certainly that it would not be the last time. He gave a wry little indulgent smile.
“Like being resurrected,” he joked.
“That good, huh?” scowled Eric.
Kara just squealed.
“Hey,” Jack’s eager voice boomed. “What are we talking about?”
Eric and Kara scattered back to their workstations as if drawn by a mystical force. Yep, Jack thought, surveying his very busy, engrossed team. Works every time.
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He lay beneath his Captain, head turned to the side, thinking until all of the thoughts were driven from his mind.
He felt Jack reach out to touch his cheek, slowing his rhythm only slightly, encouraging Ianto to face him.
"You," he said looking into his eyes.
Ianto managed to muster a confused expression amidst the pleasure, the need, that was drowning him. He tried to force Jack to resume his pace but was unsuccessful.
"You," Jack repeated, softly, not breaking the connection. "As you are, however you are."
Ianto’s heart skipped a beat.
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“You are not coming with us.” Jack stood with his arms crossed on his chest, his stance that of an iron door.
“I’m useful. You need someone else in the field. I know how to handle all of the weapons in the armory and even some that aren’t – you know you need me there.”
Jack didn’t change his posture, but the anger in his voice dissipated.
“I’ve lost you once. I’m not going to lose you again.”
Ianto softened, mentally chastising himself.
“I’m almost as hard to get rid of as you,” he smiled as Jack’s arms cautiously uncrossed themselves. “Jack, you can’t keep me here forever. The world still needs saving. This body will die someday, but it’s a shell. I think you’re stuck; I’m tied to you.”
He bit his lip and looked down, only to be engulfed by a firm, if a little overzealous, embrace.
“Anchoring me,” Jack corrected.
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“You’ve never told me about your life after I died,” Ianto mentioned one morning while bringing Jack his coffee. He smiled his gratitude for the drink and thought for a moment.
“You know,” he finally spoke, “a very wise man once told me that life is far too important a thing ever to talk seriously about.”
Ianto huffed a laugh. “No, Jack. That was Oscar Wilde.”
Jack just looked at him pointedly.
“You’ve met him? You’ve actually met him?”
Jack nodded, a dazed, wistful look creeping over his face.
“Never mind, I don’t want to know,” Ianto muttered and walked out.
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Jack had spent the past months watching Ianto handle a wide variety of fieldwork with pride. He had improved, exhibiting a confidence with which Jack was not familiar. Fearless and smart.
It was without hesitation that he sent Ianto and Eric after two lackeys of an alien artifact smuggling operation; he and Kara were needed to go find the man (or woman, he reminded himself) in charge.
It was only when the tattoo of rapid gunfire sounded that his pride began to falter, replaced by a cold, metallic, feral panic.
Author:
sariagray Chapter: 5
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, OC
Rating: PG-13 or R or somewhere in between.
Word Count: ~700
Spoilers: Post CoE. Therefore, the whole series. Some Doctor Who - expect up to the 4th Season.
Warnings: Language. Implied sex.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. Oh, but if it did….
Author’s Note: The remaining pieces of this story are going up tonight, because, well, otherwise they will never go up. RL is tracking me down and making me pay. There may be a sequel, but I'm not sure. I also may play around in this 'verse for a while. I have some ideas. That being said, let me know what you think so I know if it is worth continuing! :)
An Injury to One
Chapter Five
Chapter Five
He was a bit surprised when Kara and Eric cornered him. He had been expecting it since the moment he first walked into the Hub, but he certainly didn’t think it would take over a week.
“Okay, so, you’re Ianto, yeah? But how?” Eric asked him.
“Honestly, I don’t know. Has he told you about the Doctor?”
They both nodded.
“Right, well, he found me. And I was Arthur. And then, I wasn’t. I think he used his sonic screwdriver and –“
“Sonic what?” Kara exclaimed.
“Screwdriver. When I died, I was brought back as Arthur. The sonic screwdriver opens anything that isn’t deadlocked, and my unconsciousness wasn’t deadlocked.” He paused thoughtfully.
“So, why bring you back? I mean, no offense or anything, but why you?” Eric raised a very suspicious eyebrow.
“I don’t know why, but he said it already will have happened in the future.” He shrugged at their puzzled expressions. “He’s not very forthcoming.”
“So…you aren’t an alien, then? Or a spy?” Eric’s look was skeptical.
“Nope.”
Kara maneuvered herself closer and whispered conspiratorially as Eric leaned in closer to hear.
“What’s it like?” she asked.
“It’s like I have someone else’s memories, like watching a movie done all in the main character’s perspective.”
“Not that!” she giggled. “What’s it like being with him?”
Ianto knew that he had had this conversation before, and he felt most certainly that it would not be the last time. He gave a wry little indulgent smile.
“Like being resurrected,” he joked.
“That good, huh?” scowled Eric.
Kara just squealed.
“Hey,” Jack’s eager voice boomed. “What are we talking about?”
Eric and Kara scattered back to their workstations as if drawn by a mystical force. Yep, Jack thought, surveying his very busy, engrossed team. Works every time.
----------
He lay beneath his Captain, head turned to the side, thinking until all of the thoughts were driven from his mind.
He felt Jack reach out to touch his cheek, slowing his rhythm only slightly, encouraging Ianto to face him.
"You," he said looking into his eyes.
Ianto managed to muster a confused expression amidst the pleasure, the need, that was drowning him. He tried to force Jack to resume his pace but was unsuccessful.
"You," Jack repeated, softly, not breaking the connection. "As you are, however you are."
Ianto’s heart skipped a beat.
------------
“You are not coming with us.” Jack stood with his arms crossed on his chest, his stance that of an iron door.
“I’m useful. You need someone else in the field. I know how to handle all of the weapons in the armory and even some that aren’t – you know you need me there.”
Jack didn’t change his posture, but the anger in his voice dissipated.
“I’ve lost you once. I’m not going to lose you again.”
Ianto softened, mentally chastising himself.
“I’m almost as hard to get rid of as you,” he smiled as Jack’s arms cautiously uncrossed themselves. “Jack, you can’t keep me here forever. The world still needs saving. This body will die someday, but it’s a shell. I think you’re stuck; I’m tied to you.”
He bit his lip and looked down, only to be engulfed by a firm, if a little overzealous, embrace.
“Anchoring me,” Jack corrected.
------------
“You’ve never told me about your life after I died,” Ianto mentioned one morning while bringing Jack his coffee. He smiled his gratitude for the drink and thought for a moment.
“You know,” he finally spoke, “a very wise man once told me that life is far too important a thing ever to talk seriously about.”
Ianto huffed a laugh. “No, Jack. That was Oscar Wilde.”
Jack just looked at him pointedly.
“You’ve met him? You’ve actually met him?”
Jack nodded, a dazed, wistful look creeping over his face.
“Never mind, I don’t want to know,” Ianto muttered and walked out.
-------------
Jack had spent the past months watching Ianto handle a wide variety of fieldwork with pride. He had improved, exhibiting a confidence with which Jack was not familiar. Fearless and smart.
It was without hesitation that he sent Ianto and Eric after two lackeys of an alien artifact smuggling operation; he and Kara were needed to go find the man (or woman, he reminded himself) in charge.
It was only when the tattoo of rapid gunfire sounded that his pride began to falter, replaced by a cold, metallic, feral panic.
Continue
Chapter Six
Chapter Six
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Date: 2010-10-24 03:09 am (UTC)i love the idea that Ianto is a bit like the Doctor now. he'll regenerate... its wonderful. :)
now i have to move on, i've spent far too much time not reading the next chapter.
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Date: 2010-10-24 03:31 am (UTC)It's okay, take your time...it's not going anywhere!