Linger - Part II
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sariagrayTitle: Linger, Part II/X
Author: sariagray
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Gwen
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 663
Spoilers: Post CoE. I WOULD say parts of Season 4, but, ya know, I'm making it all up as I go.
Warnings: Silly? Is that an appropriate warning?
Disclaimer: While I own some things, I do not own the rights to Torchwood. If you thought that I might own them, I have a pterodactyl. I think you'll love it.
Author’s Note: Second part. The good stuff happens in the next chapter. *Wicked grin* Not much to note, really, except that I would really love to hear from you, whether you love it or hate it or fall somewhere in between. Comments = happy.
Previous Chapters: Part I
"Jack, I'm glad you want to do this. Really. You know I think we should keep fighting. But…a lot’s happened, and Rhys and I are worried about you."
Gwen looked at him from the seat in the office he had rented out. It was temporary; a place to work until they could rebuild the Hub. Sterile and small, it would have barely accommodated his old team. As it was, he and Gwen felt cramped. Hell, he felt cramped there even when he was alone.
He was a little frustrated with the concerned, matronly look on Gwen's face, illuminated by the sickly bright fluorescent lighting. Bouncing Rhys Junior on her lap wasn't helping, either.
"I'm not crazy, if that's what you're thinking. I haven't snapped." At least, he hoped he hadn't. “He’s real. He’s here. Now.”
She raised her eyebrows.
Amusement.
He scowled at the air. He felt Ianto’s presence and hoped the man would make himself known sooner rather than later. There was an acquiescence to his silent request and he felt the emotions secondhand as they became focused on Gwen.
Annoyance.
Bemusement.
"No." Gwen's jaw dropped and her eyes widened.
Jack nodded.
"No."
He laughed. "Yep."
"Is he...a ghost?"
Hurt.
Disgust.
Humor.
She laughed in response. "An angel, then?"
Exasperation.
Uncertainty.
"No idea," Jack shrugged. "No wings."
"You can see him?"
Jack shook his head. "I can feel him, though; his presence, his touch, his emotions. And there's a sort of...a glow if I focus."
The baby, having been annoyed by the sudden lack of attention, began to fuss. Gwen looked down at her child indulgently.
Adoration.
Joy.
Hope.
The baby began to coo and reached out to grab at something no one else saw. Jack focused, clearing his mind, and watched as Gwen's child giggled happily in a pool of golden light.
"Looks like you've found yourself a babysitter," he grinned.
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Gwen had been staring at the wall for almost ten minutes. At least, that’s what it would have looked like to an outsider.
Even though he was watching from a good distance (and trying to focus on actual work), Jack could feel the waves of Frustration and Boredom rippling outward.
"I can’t see it," Gwen sighed, blinking rapidly in defeat.
Ianto sent another wave of Frustration tied to a plea for help to Jack, who laughed.
"What's so funny?" Gwen asked, hand on her hip in defiance of her failure.
Jack just shook his head.
"It's like you two are whispering in front of me! I want in!" she pouted.
Acceptance.
Mirth.
Affection.
Gwen sighed and smiled. "When you learn 'Coffee,' let me know."
Amusement....
Pleasure.
Jack's knees almost gave out. He looked toward Gwen; she clearly had no knowledge of this new emotion and was staring at him strangely.
"I think," Jack managed to mutter, "that he already knows 'Coffee'."
Gwen looked confused and Jack gave a slight nod in Ianto’s direction. There was a pause and then Gwen's eyes grew large.
"Ohh," she sighed.
Jack chuckled. "And you only got decaf."
"Well, uh, I'm going to go try to get some real coffee. I'll be back in a bit. Do you want anything?"
Jack smirked and shook his head. She practically ran from the room.
"You are bad."
Amusement.
"I'm jealous. I thought that was only for me."
Shame.
Mirth.
Uncertainty.
Jack felt a light touch to his cheeks and sighed contentedly as lips pressed against his own. His eyelids fluttered closed and his hands reached up to grasp the neck he could feel, distantly, but never see.
"Would help if I brought my – oh!” There was a pause and a giggle. “I don't even want to tell you how bloody ridiculous you look right now! It was one thing to walk in on you two when he was visible...but Jack!"
He blushed a little (not that he would ever admit that to anyone) and ran his hand through his hair.
"Sorry. Er. Coffee?"
Gratification.
Author: sariagray
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Gwen
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 663
Spoilers: Post CoE. I WOULD say parts of Season 4, but, ya know, I'm making it all up as I go.
Warnings: Silly? Is that an appropriate warning?
Disclaimer: While I own some things, I do not own the rights to Torchwood. If you thought that I might own them, I have a pterodactyl. I think you'll love it.
Author’s Note: Second part. The good stuff happens in the next chapter. *Wicked grin* Not much to note, really, except that I would really love to hear from you, whether you love it or hate it or fall somewhere in between. Comments = happy.
Previous Chapters: Part I
Linger
Part II
Part II
"Jack, I'm glad you want to do this. Really. You know I think we should keep fighting. But…a lot’s happened, and Rhys and I are worried about you."
Gwen looked at him from the seat in the office he had rented out. It was temporary; a place to work until they could rebuild the Hub. Sterile and small, it would have barely accommodated his old team. As it was, he and Gwen felt cramped. Hell, he felt cramped there even when he was alone.
He was a little frustrated with the concerned, matronly look on Gwen's face, illuminated by the sickly bright fluorescent lighting. Bouncing Rhys Junior on her lap wasn't helping, either.
"I'm not crazy, if that's what you're thinking. I haven't snapped." At least, he hoped he hadn't. “He’s real. He’s here. Now.”
She raised her eyebrows.
Amusement.
He scowled at the air. He felt Ianto’s presence and hoped the man would make himself known sooner rather than later. There was an acquiescence to his silent request and he felt the emotions secondhand as they became focused on Gwen.
Annoyance.
Bemusement.
"No." Gwen's jaw dropped and her eyes widened.
Jack nodded.
"No."
He laughed. "Yep."
"Is he...a ghost?"
Hurt.
Disgust.
Humor.
She laughed in response. "An angel, then?"
Exasperation.
Uncertainty.
"No idea," Jack shrugged. "No wings."
"You can see him?"
Jack shook his head. "I can feel him, though; his presence, his touch, his emotions. And there's a sort of...a glow if I focus."
The baby, having been annoyed by the sudden lack of attention, began to fuss. Gwen looked down at her child indulgently.
Adoration.
Joy.
Hope.
The baby began to coo and reached out to grab at something no one else saw. Jack focused, clearing his mind, and watched as Gwen's child giggled happily in a pool of golden light.
"Looks like you've found yourself a babysitter," he grinned.
----------
Gwen had been staring at the wall for almost ten minutes. At least, that’s what it would have looked like to an outsider.
Even though he was watching from a good distance (and trying to focus on actual work), Jack could feel the waves of Frustration and Boredom rippling outward.
"I can’t see it," Gwen sighed, blinking rapidly in defeat.
Ianto sent another wave of Frustration tied to a plea for help to Jack, who laughed.
"What's so funny?" Gwen asked, hand on her hip in defiance of her failure.
Jack just shook his head.
"It's like you two are whispering in front of me! I want in!" she pouted.
Acceptance.
Mirth.
Affection.
Gwen sighed and smiled. "When you learn 'Coffee,' let me know."
Amusement....
Pleasure.
Jack's knees almost gave out. He looked toward Gwen; she clearly had no knowledge of this new emotion and was staring at him strangely.
"I think," Jack managed to mutter, "that he already knows 'Coffee'."
Gwen looked confused and Jack gave a slight nod in Ianto’s direction. There was a pause and then Gwen's eyes grew large.
"Ohh," she sighed.
Jack chuckled. "And you only got decaf."
"Well, uh, I'm going to go try to get some real coffee. I'll be back in a bit. Do you want anything?"
Jack smirked and shook his head. She practically ran from the room.
"You are bad."
Amusement.
"I'm jealous. I thought that was only for me."
Shame.
Mirth.
Uncertainty.
Jack felt a light touch to his cheeks and sighed contentedly as lips pressed against his own. His eyelids fluttered closed and his hands reached up to grasp the neck he could feel, distantly, but never see.
"Would help if I brought my – oh!” There was a pause and a giggle. “I don't even want to tell you how bloody ridiculous you look right now! It was one thing to walk in on you two when he was visible...but Jack!"
He blushed a little (not that he would ever admit that to anyone) and ran his hand through his hair.
"Sorry. Er. Coffee?"
Gratification.
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Date: 2010-09-29 11:44 pm (UTC)XOXOXO
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Date: 2010-09-30 01:24 am (UTC)Clear, pure happiness!
:)
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Date: 2010-09-30 01:29 am (UTC)Sees the glow...
Date: 2010-09-30 04:49 am (UTC)*approval*
*contentment* :-)
Re: Sees the glow...
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Date: 2010-09-30 10:02 am (UTC)Why Saraswati, if I may ask?
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Date: 2010-09-30 10:22 am (UTC)I am thinking of changing it, though, as she really has nothing to do with anything here. I need a good icon. :)
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Date: 2010-09-30 10:29 am (UTC)I never know what my default icon should be, either. So it keeps changing. :-D
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Date: 2010-09-30 08:55 pm (UTC)And as for icons, I tried to put something original - I took the picture myself. Didn't want to step on anyone's toes (or icons). :)
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Date: 2010-09-30 01:08 pm (UTC)I'd wager that Gwen will never be able to interract with spirit-Ianto as well as Jack can. It seems to be so much on an emotional level, and Jack was closest to Ianto.
The baby can probably see Ianto better than anyone since at that young age, his whole world revolves around emotions as communication.
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Date: 2010-09-30 09:19 pm (UTC)I've only read one other story with Ianto in non-corporeal form post-CoE, and that was very sill crack (but fun anyway for light reading).
This is sweetly touching, warm and emotive.
May I friend you?
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Date: 2010-09-30 09:26 pm (UTC)I hope to maintain that sense of emotiveness (and warmth and touching!), but things do get a bit...er...I'll let the chapters speak for themselves. ;-)
You absolutely may friend me, if I may return the gesture!
Also, your icon produced plotbunnies. Must...stay...focused.
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Date: 2010-09-30 09:34 pm (UTC)Absolutely, friend away - just beware of the fluff, my journal is overrun with it, venture within at your peril!
Looking forward to the next chapter - Ianto can get playful and cheeky, so who knows how he'll act now he's got Jack's attention?
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Date: 2010-09-30 09:37 pm (UTC)I LOVE fluff. Shh. Don't tell anyone. :)
Also, don't know if you saw Chapter 3 is up yet; if not, your last statement hit the nail on the head, so to speak. You're good. ;-)
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