A Many-Splendored Thing
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sariagrayTitle: A Many-Splendored Thing
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Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Word Count: ~300
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: The whole series, with a focus on Cyberwoman and COE Day 4
Warning: Angst. Canon character death. Language. Unbeta'd.
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood. I do not make money off of Torchwood. In fact, it seems as though Torchwood owns and makes money off of ME. This is for entertainment purposes only.
Author’s Note: I haven't written anything new in a while. So I sat down to write a songfic just to...keep moving, I guess. I got two lines in when this happened instead. So, uh. Yeah. I'm still not sure how I feel about it. But, here. Have some angst. It's short, so you shouldn't suffer too much!
The darkness presses in around them, simultaneously suffocating and sheltering. Their breaths come in short pants, ragged and raw as though breathing is a newly discovered concept for their untried throats and lungs. Oxygen enters blood streams like a drug, though the two pairs of pupils are dilated mostly due to the lack of light.
The lids of Jack’s eyes flicker closed, then open, then closed again. Ianto can’t see the motion, but he can feel lashes rise and fall against his temple. He wants to swallow the past five minutes, digest them, and expel the remaining waste into some sewer to be trampled upon by a Weevil that he will then shoot in the face. But he can’t. All he can do is hope that Jack hasn’t heard them.
Jack takes a shuddering breath. “Did you…mean it?”
Fuck. Ianto shifts his head to look away, not that it matters. He bites his tongue; it feels right. Jack, however, won’t let the subject rest. As always, he pokes and prods it into submission.
“Ianto. Did you?”
He’s using his most authoritative voice and Ianto has to suppress a laugh. It turns into something that sounds like a strangled sob, instead, which is far worse given the current situation.
Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No. “Yes.”
“Oh.”
And while Jack doesn’t say anything else, Ianto does feel comforting arms drape around him and tighten with assurance; it’s all he can do to keep from screaming.
Twenty four hours later, the Hub reeks of metal and blood and the air has too many flavors of fear to distinguish any difference from one to the next.
----
“I love you,” Ianto reveals, surprised at the notion, though he vaguely recognizes that he really shouldn’t be.
“Don’t.”
He doesn't blame Jack. In fact, he's just superstitious enough to believe that it might work.
Of course, he's also just realistic enough to know that it won't.
The End.
Author:
sariagray Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Word Count: ~300
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: The whole series, with a focus on Cyberwoman and COE Day 4
Warning: Angst. Canon character death. Language. Unbeta'd.
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood. I do not make money off of Torchwood. In fact, it seems as though Torchwood owns and makes money off of ME. This is for entertainment purposes only.
Author’s Note: I haven't written anything new in a while. So I sat down to write a songfic just to...keep moving, I guess. I got two lines in when this happened instead. So, uh. Yeah. I'm still not sure how I feel about it. But, here. Have some angst. It's short, so you shouldn't suffer too much!
A Many-Splendored Thing
The darkness presses in around them, simultaneously suffocating and sheltering. Their breaths come in short pants, ragged and raw as though breathing is a newly discovered concept for their untried throats and lungs. Oxygen enters blood streams like a drug, though the two pairs of pupils are dilated mostly due to the lack of light.
The lids of Jack’s eyes flicker closed, then open, then closed again. Ianto can’t see the motion, but he can feel lashes rise and fall against his temple. He wants to swallow the past five minutes, digest them, and expel the remaining waste into some sewer to be trampled upon by a Weevil that he will then shoot in the face. But he can’t. All he can do is hope that Jack hasn’t heard them.
Jack takes a shuddering breath. “Did you…mean it?”
Fuck. Ianto shifts his head to look away, not that it matters. He bites his tongue; it feels right. Jack, however, won’t let the subject rest. As always, he pokes and prods it into submission.
“Ianto. Did you?”
He’s using his most authoritative voice and Ianto has to suppress a laugh. It turns into something that sounds like a strangled sob, instead, which is far worse given the current situation.
Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No. “Yes.”
“Oh.”
And while Jack doesn’t say anything else, Ianto does feel comforting arms drape around him and tighten with assurance; it’s all he can do to keep from screaming.
Twenty four hours later, the Hub reeks of metal and blood and the air has too many flavors of fear to distinguish any difference from one to the next.
----
“I love you,” Ianto reveals, surprised at the notion, though he vaguely recognizes that he really shouldn’t be.
“Don’t.”
He doesn't blame Jack. In fact, he's just superstitious enough to believe that it might work.
Of course, he's also just realistic enough to know that it won't.
The End.
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Date: 2011-01-27 01:52 am (UTC)But thanks! :) I'm glad you liked it!