A Most Unconventional Courtship
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laliginFandom: Torchwood
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Word Count: 4535
Summary: See prompt below...
Prompt: For the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tw_harlequin Challenge. Though it's less Harlequiny and more plot/dialogue/character!fic. Because I can't help myself, even when I try and write smush. That and the books I read for research made me cry laughing. Anywho, I gave it a shot, and this is the quick-fic version of the epic masterpiece I wanted to write. ;)
My prompt was: A Most Unconventional Courtship
Benedict Casper Chancellor, Earl of Blakeney, is the kind of elegantly conservative English lord that Alessa despises. She wants nothing to do with him-even if he is shaped like a Greek statue come to life! But the maddening man seems determined to wrest her away from her comfortable life in beautiful Corfu. Worse, he'll return her to the bosom of her stuffy family.
The Earl hasn't anticipated Alessa's propensity to get herself into a scrape. Now, in order to rescue her, this highly conventional Englishman will have to turn pirate!
A/N: And now, ladies and gentlemen (quit yer gigglin' at the back there!) we present to you, the mature and sensible (oy! I said quit yer gigglin'!) Torchwood version of the above summary. Er. Yeah. Maybe I should go cross out the "mature and sensible" from the poster... ^_^' More Bond than Mills and Boon, perhaps. ;)
Oh, and please, please, please point out any mistakes you may happen to spot. My spellcheck on my laptop has vanished into the ether...
A Most Unconventional Courtship
Six weeks since Jack came back and Ianto had barely spoken to him. Jack had tried to get back on good terms with him, but Ianto had remained angry, and with good reason: Jack had refused to explain his absence, beyond admitting what they’d already guessed – that he’d gone with the Doctor and been away longer than they’d experienced. That left Ianto wanting answers and getting nothing, and growing ever more angry with Jack the longer he went on without revealing anything more.
Even Owen forgave Jack before Ianto.
And then things went a little wrong.
Ianto was almost finished tidying up the Tourist Information Centre for the night when he spotted something on the CCTV monitors. There were six aliens down in the main Hub, surrounding Jack, who looked like he was doing his best to talk his way out of a bad situation.
If he and Jack hadn’t been on such bad terms, perhaps he wouldn’t have hesitated. Perhaps he would have rushed to help before Jack was hit by one and grabbed by two others. Perhaps he’d have burst into the main area in time to stop them from tying Jack up, and avoided being shot at by the startled aliens before they teleported out.
He straightened up from behind the stairs, dusting himself down with a distinct feeling of déjà vu, and pausing to tut over the way the arm of his suit had been burnt by the laser shot, before he went to Jack’s safe (the code for which was unchanged, as Jack had been desperate to show some sort of faith and trust in him) and fetched one particular item. Activating the beacon, he put it in his pocket and headed for the lift.
By the time he’d reached the surface there was a definite hum above him, and he stepped off the lift, looking up and raising one hand briefly. Then he headed for the Tourist Information Centre again, nodding calmly to the two blue men waiting for him there. They stopped lounging against the wall and stood up straight, following him through the door. Flicking impatient glances at each other, they waited for him to secure the door before asking, “Where’s your Captain?”
“That’s why I called,” Ianto told them, leaning back against the desk and folding his arms as he returned their stares. “He’s been taken.”
The two exchanged meaningful glances, and said, “Again? What do you want us to do this time?”
“Get him back,” Ianto snapped, and narrowed his eyes when they snorted with laughter.
“What, just like last time?” they asked. “We ain’t going nowhere near the Doctor, Jonesy.”
“It’s not the Doctor this time,” Ianto told them, and they paused, frowning.
“Who, then?”
Ianto hesitated, resisting the urge to lick his lips nervously, and said, “Eltrians.”
“Whoa, no,” one of the two said sharply. “Doctor’s one thing, but Eltrians are a whole nother matter. No go, Jonesy.”
“What, are you scared of them?” Ianto asked, with a heavy dose of scorn, and, simultaneously, one said, “No,” and the other said, “Yes.”
While the two stopped to glare at each other, Ianto rolled his eyes and fetched his gun from behind the desk, checking it and then tucking it into the waistband of his trousers (safety catch carefully left on). When he grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and scribbled a quick note, one of the two asked, “What are you doing?”
“I’m going after Jack,” Ianto told them, signing the note.
“You’re what?” the second said flatly, and Ianto looked up, leaving the note in a prominent position on his desk.
“I can’t rely on you to get him back,” he reminded them calmly, “so I suppose I’ll have to do it myself.”
They glanced at each other again, then said, “You can’t. How you gonna follow them? You haven’t got a ship or anything.”
Ianto just smiled.
“You dunno what you’re doing,” they protested nervously. “You’ll get yourself killed, and when Harkness finds out he’ll murder us.”
Ianto gave them a moment, then gestured towards the door, saying, “I’d like to lock the door before I go. You should get back to your ship.”
The pair hesitated, then at last one of them said, “Nah, see, Jonesy, I kinda like being all living and in one piece, and your Captain has a bad habit of trying to change my preferences if he takes it into his head we’ve done something he ain’t gonna like. An’ on top of that he’s your proverbial Delektri Fly. No matter how hard you try, you can’t get rid of him.”
Seeing the look on Ianto’s face, the other hastily added, “By which we mean he’s gonna come right on back here sooner or later. So you just have to sit here and wait, see? Don’t you worry your pretty head about him.”
Ianto folded his arms, raised one eyebrow, and watched them cringe.
“Go back to your ship,” he told them. “When I find Jack – and you know I will – I’ll be sure to tell him precisely how helpful you were. He’ll be pleased to know you’re keeping to your end of our agreement.”
The blue men exchanged glances again, paling a little.
“You ain’t gonna sit around, are ya?” one asked him, and Ianto shook his head.
“Ah, jahrilta,” the other one muttered under his breath, and then said, “Look, you can’t go swannin’ off on your own after Eltrians. They’re real space-scum. Mercenaries, pirates, thieves, murderers –”
“Practically your brothers in arms, then,” Ianto commented, and they bristled indignantly.
“We ain’t nothin’ like Eltrians, Jonesy. We’ve got standards.”
“Morals,” added the second.
“Ethics,” continued the first.
“Compassion.”
“Kindness.”
“Mercy.”
Ianto held up his hands to stop them, saying, “I get your point. But that isn’t going to stop me.”
They swore again, and then one sighed, and the other threw up his hands in an exaggerated gesture of helpless frustration, saying, “Fine. You come with us, okay? You’re less likely to end up in a dozen pieces that way.”
Ianto paused, pretending to consider their offer, and watched them squirm for a moment. At last he said, “Well. Alright,” and they let out sighs of relief, gesturing for him to follow them back outside. He locked the door behind him, shoved the key back through what passed for the letterbox, and let the two take hold of his arms for the teleport back to their ship.
~*~
Their Captain was surprisingly open to the idea of chasing the Eltrians.
“Them lot always keep some decent stuff handy, case they get into a tight spot,” he explained to Ianto, while a couple of his motley crew found the Eltrians’ trail and set the ship to follow it. “If they’re taking on live cargo they ain’t gonna want an open fight, are they? Best time to take ’em on.”
Ianto merely nodded. He couldn’t care less if they were only helping him for their own gain – they were still helping him.
“Trick is,” the Captain continued, “everyone on this ship earns their keep, or they get left behind at the next port. You’re gonna have to put your fine human sensibilities to one side and pull your weight, Mister Jones, or we’re putting you off the ship whether we’ve got your Captain back or not. Understood?”
Smiling very faintly, Ianto clarified, “You want me to lie, cheat, steal and kill with the best of your crew.”
“I’d settle for lying and stealing with the majority of the crew, actually,” the Captain told him, and Ianto’s smile got that little bit wider.
“Don’t worry,” he assured the Captain, “that won’t be a problem.”
~*~
It took a month for the Reletian ship to get close to the Eltrians – and by that time Ianto was getting tired of the side trips and quick stops to pick up more loot and let the crew waste some of their ill-gotten gains. He (being the only one of the planet-parties to stay sober and actually make the appropriate enquiries to find the Eltrians) had had to get the Reletians out of at least eighteen tricky situations (though they refused to count six of them, claiming they’d had everything under control) and back on track, and was beginning to get the feeling that they’d rather changed their minds about confronting the Eltrians, and were doing their best to avoid the enemy ship. Whenever he tried to ask Taka – one of the two who’d brought him aboard – about the matter, the Reletian always seemed to remember some urgent task he had to see to, and hurried away.
Eventually, though, they made planet-fall beyond the outskirts of a busy city, and Ianto had them run the usual scans for traces of the Eltrian ship.
“They’re here,” Taka sighed as the scan results came up on the main screens. “Pickin’ up crew on the other side of the city.”
“What sort of crew?” Ianto asked, watching the radio intercepts transcribe onto the screen, incomprehensible to him.
“Looks like they want another taskmaster,” said Taka thoughtfully. “’Parrently their last got killed in a breakout attempt and they want someone who speaks human to replace him.”
Ianto merely raised an eyebrow.
After a moment, Taka looked up at him, then abruptly switched off the scans and stood up straighter, saying, “No way, Jonesy, you don’t wanna go there. Don’t even think about it.”
“We got lucky finding them this time,” Ianto said quietly. “I can’t count on that happening again and it’s already been a month. This is the quickest and surest way of getting to Jack.”
“You’ll get yourself killed,” Taka whined. “An’ then your Captain’s gonna take our ship to pieces an’ use the shards for our headstones.”
Ianto shook his head and turned away, saying, “No. He won’t.”
“He bloody will,” Taka told him, and he glanced back.
“He won’t. He won’t even care.”
Taka started to tell him otherwise again, but Ianto just shook his head and went to speak to the Captain.
~*~
The Eltrians that waited outside their ship were, to a one, over seven feet tall and built like wrestlers. They stared down at Ianto, three in a row with their arms folded, muscles tense and bulging under their brown-green skin, and blasters and knives bristling amongst their bandoliers, pockets and belts.
The middle one of the three growled something, and Ianto stopped, activating his translator, and then told them, “Say that again.”
“You don’t tell us what to do,” another one snapped, starting forward, and Ianto rolled his eyes as the middle one put out an arm to stop him, then said, with the definite tone of one repeating himself, “What do you want?”
“Heard you were recruiting,” Ianto said.
Two of the three sniggered, looking him up and down, and Ianto put his hands on his hips, staring straight back as they took in his lack of weapons and the state of his clothes, white shirt untucked, black trousers ripped around the hems and spattered with mud.
“You want someone who can deal with humans,” Ianto reminded them calmly. “That won’t be a problem.”
“Where you from?” he was asked, and he pressed his lips together tightly, dropping his hands from his hips and saying flatly, “I came here with a gang of Reletians.”
“Then how come you’re looking to join up with us?”
Ianto bunched one hand into a fist and growled, “We had a disagreement.”
“Over what?” asked the leader of the trio.
With a pinched smile, Ianto told them, “They reckoned I was taking more than my fair share of the goods. I reckoned if they couldn’t stop me that was their problem. So they tried to kill me.”
“Trust Reletians to fail,” one of them muttered, and Ianto narrowed his eyes, saying, “Try it yourself sometime and see how you get on.”
“Search him,” said the middle Eltrian, and the other two moved forwards. Ianto relaxed.
It took him less than twenty seconds to have one of the Eltrians in a gasping heap on the floor and the other whimpering with its arm twisted up behind its back, one of its blasters digging into the back of its neck while Ianto kicked the rest of its knives and guns behind him and told the leading Eltrian, “Up until you decided to give me some weapons, I was unarmed. Is a search really necessary?”
The Eltrian laughed, and said, “Alright, let him go. You want in, you’re in.”
“I don’t want in,” Ianto said, stepping back from his captive, who scrambled up and jerked his arm back into place. “I want off this rock, and you’re the best way to do it.”
The Eltrian he’d just dealt with came back in an attempt to take back his blaster, and ended up on the floor in a headlock. The leader, seeing the way Ianto’s shirt had twisted up over his back, said idly, “You got some nasty wounds there.”
Swiftly, Ianto released his captive, kicking him away and stepping back again, tugging his shirt back into place.
“Like I said,” he snapped. “The Reletians disagreed with me.”
“What’s your name, human?” asked the leader, and he told them, “Ianto.”
“That ain’t no human name,” muttered the one he’d had in a headlock, picking himself up and collecting his guns.
“Get him kitted out with some decent weapons,” ordered the leader, with a curt gesture to the Eltrian who was on his feet. The Eltrian nodded, finished packing his blasters away again, and headed up the ship’s gangway, gesturing for Ianto to follow.
On the way through the corridors, the Eltrian surprised Ianto by saying, “Nice moves back there. What'd you do to Karal?”
“It’s complicated,” Ianto told him, pleased that at least he hadn’t made enemies so early on – not that he was intending to stick around long enough for that to become an issue anyway. “Maybe I’ll teach you it sometime.”
The Eltrian laughed and went to slap him on the back, saying, “For a human, you’re alright.”
With a twist, Ianto avoided the slap and caught the Eltrian’s arm. After a moment, the alien grinned, and said, “Still painful, huh? No wonder you wanted to get away from them.”
“Oh, no,” Ianto said, with a tight smile. “I’m looking forward to running into them again. And next time they won’t catch me with my back turned.”
The Eltrian smirked and nodded, and opened a door in front of them. Ianto followed him in and paused, looking around at the variety of weapons stored in the room.
“You’ll stand more of a chance with some of this stuff on you,” he was told, and, aware he was being watched, pasted a grin across his face and summoned up thoughts of how Jack would react to a stock such as this.
Looking past the guns, he found something he could recognise and use, and let his grin get wider, heading over to the shelf and picking it up, saying, “Nerve whip? In rooms this size? You’d have to be bloody good with it or you’d probably kill yourself.”
The Eltrian laughed, then paused as Ianto toyed with the whip for a moment and then slipped his arm through it and tucked it up over his shoulder, moving on along the shelves to find some more weapons. He’d picked up three compact blasters and a pair of wickedly curved knives before he glanced back at the Eltrian and found that he was being stared at.
“What?” he asked.
“You really gonna take that whip?” asked the Eltrian, and Ianto just smiled.
~*~
When Ianto had been fitted out with the usual belts and bandoliers to carry his new acquisitions, he asked to be shown the prisoners – and made a point of asking about the one who’d killed the last taskmaster, guessing that that would be Jack. He wasn’t wrong.
The room he was shown to was small, and empty of everything except Jack. He was still in his shirt and trousers, though his feet were bare and one of his braces was broken, and his face was bruised. He looked up as the door opened and froze when he saw Ianto. His gaze flicked between the two of them, and Ianto could see him trying to work out what was going on.
“Careful,” said the Eltrian. “He’s liable to go for you tooth an’ nail.”
“Don’t worry,” Ianto told him, without taking his eyes off Jack – and smiling a little at the surprise on his face when he heard Ianto speaking the Eltrians’ language. “I’ve learnt not to turn my back.”
The Eltrian gave a huff of laughter and lounged against the door, arms folded, while Ianto switched off his translator and strode forward. Jack scrambled to his feet, back hitting the wall as he gasped, “What the hell are you doing here?”
Ianto grabbed his chin and turned his head from side to side, saying quietly, “Shut up. I don’t know how much English they understand.”
“Then don’t speak English,” Jack said, in perfect – though accented – Welsh.
It was Ianto’s turn to freeze.
“You speak Welsh?” he said flatly, in the same language. “How long have you done that?”
“I’ve lived in Cardiff longer than you have,” Jack told him, starting to grin. “You just assumed I didn’t understand you because I never chose to use the language.”
“You bastard,” Ianto hissed, and stepped back and slapped him.
The Eltrian laughed, and Ianto ignored him, massaging his hand and glaring at Jack.
“That felt good,” he said softly. “Don’t make me do that again.”
“I feel justified in asking what the hell you’re doing here again,” Jack muttered, rubbing his cheek and darting a look up at Ianto. “You’re not working for them?”
“Don’t be stupid,” Ianto snapped, and Jack said quickly, “Then get out of here. They’ll kill you. Please. Just leave before you get hurt.”
Ianto smiled bitterly, and told him, “I can’t leave without you. Kind of ironic, really. But we have to get off the ship before this lot leave the planet, so if you’d kindly just shut up and do as I tell you, we might actually get somewhere.”
“No,” Jack said pleadingly. “I don’t want you to get hurt. Get out of here, please, Ia-”
Ianto had the nerve whip out and striking the wall beside Jack’s head before he could finish the word.
Jack pressed up against the wall and stared at him, silent.
“For God’s sake, don’t say my name, you idiot,” Ianto hissed. “Just do exactly what I tell you, when I tell you to do it. Is that perfectly clear?”
Jack nodded wordlessly.
“Good,” said Ianto. “Until we get home remember that you don’t doubt me, even for a second.”
Jack nodded again, flinching when Ianto drew back the whip to coil it back up.
Turning his translator on, Ianto turned his head a little and told the Eltrian, “He won’t give me any trouble. You want him back in with the others?”
“Yeah, saves time,” the Eltrian agreed. “You want cuffs for him?”
“Like I say,” Ianto said, smiling a little. “He won’t be any trouble. Just let me tell him exactly what’ll happen if he tries anything.”
The Eltrian grinned, and gestured for him to go ahead, and he swiftly turned off the translator and reverted to Welsh to ask Jack, “Are there any guards watching the other prisoners?”
“Only one, I think,” Jack said. “Maybe two since the breakout. I don’t know. I was separated after that.”
“That’s fine,” Ianto told him. “We’re going to take you back there. I’ll be following his lead because I don’t know the way, and I’ve convinced him I’ve got complete control of you, so I’ll just be holding your arm. I want you meek and obedient right up until the door. The second they open it, you pull back. I’ve got two blasters on the left of my belt you can take. Drop the guards with as little fuss as possible.”
Jack nodded, and Ianto moved forward to grab his arm, pleased when Jack flinched and drew back in feigned fear. He dragged him over to the Eltrian, switching his translator back on to say, “Let’s go.”
~*~
He had no trouble until the cell doors were open and Jack was busy releasing the other prisoners. When they were all free and Ianto promptly told them to get the hell off the ship and run for it as best they could, Jack started to protest.
Ianto came so close to using the nerve whip on him for real that Jack actually hit the floor to avoid it. Ianto coiled it up and clipped it back to his belt, then strode forward and grabbed Jack’s arm, hauling him to his feet and saying furiously, “You have no idea what I’ve done to get this far, and I’m not about to lose you now because of some idiotic, shortsighted philanthropic gesture. They’re no safer with us and they’re the best distraction we’ve got if we want to stand any chance of actually getting away with this. I told you not to doubt me – can’t you manage that for one hour?”
“I’m sorry,” Jack muttered, unresisting as Ianto pulled him towards the door. “I guess I didn’t think.”
“What a surprise,” Ianto said dryly, and dragged him into the rush of fleeing prisoners.
The Eltrian Ianto had encountered outside was more or less overwhelmed by the numbers by the time they got there, but a well aimed shot from Jack took him out of the equation entirely, and Ianto downed the two others who were heading around from another exit, blasters at the ready. Jack and Ianto joined the crowd, hanging onto each other’s hands to make sure they didn’t get separated again, and headed for the inner city.
~*~
Eventually they took refuge in an abandoned building, and Ianto sat Jack down on the floor in the centre of one room with orders not to move, while he checked the doors and windows and then dug out the little communicator the Reletians had provided him with and told them the good news. As the ship’s trackers set about locating their position, he went to sit back down beside Jack.
“Thank you for coming to get me,” Jack said, and when Ianto barely shrugged one shoulder in response, looking away across the room, Jack twisted round and pulled him into a hug.
Ianto couldn’t quite help a grunt of pain even as he tried to fend Jack off.
“What…?” Jack started to ask, then managed to catch a glimpse of one of the blast wounds on Ianto’s back as he twisted away, shirt pulling up. Horrified, he yanked Ianto’s shirt up to reveal the full extent of the injuries, then asked, “What the hell, Ianto? Did the Eltrians do this to you?”
“The Reletians, actually,” Ianto said, wriggling away and tugging his shirt out of Jack’s grip.
“The Reletians?” Jack repeated. “I thought they were… The bastards, I’ll kill them!”
“Don’t be so dramatic,” Ianto sighed. “I asked them to. If you must know, they were extremely reluctant. They did seem to get your reaction right, though.”
At Jack’s uncomprehending expression, he rolled his eyes and said, “I needed some way of convincing the Eltrians my story was true. Otherwise they might have suspected something, since it was a little convenient that another human should turn up just when they needed one.”
“You did all that just to get me back?” Jack said, still looking lost.
“Don’t take it personally,” Ianto snapped. “I just didn’t want a repeat of last time. The others were unbearable and they’d have been distraught if you left again without warning.”
Jack didn’t even contest his claim, just tilted his head a little and looked him up and down. He opened his mouth to say something more, and Ianto said quickly, “Can we please change the subject?”
“Sure,” Jack said. “Where’d you learn to be so good with a nerve whip?”
Ianto shot him a dark look and threatened, “You make one joke and I’ll send you straight back to the Eltrians.”
“You wouldn’t do that,” Jack said softly.
“Don’t be so sure,” Ianto told him, looking away again. “Don’t flatter yourself that I want you around. I managed fine without you last time.”
“Liar,” Jack said, and Ianto looked back at him, startled.
“You missed me just as much as I missed you,” Jack continued, holding his gaze. “And that, by my count, is a hell of a lot.”
“I didn’t,” Ianto said simply, and Jack smiled.
“You know,” he said, “you can try telling me you don’t love me, but those wounds on your back say otherwise.”
Ianto forced a bitter smile and turned away, saying, “There’s no point in loving you. You can’t love anyone back.”
“Is that you admitting you do?” Jack asked, grabbing his hand. “Ianto, just say it. Just once. There’s nobody else here, we’re on a whole different planet, no one’s ever gonna know except me and you. Just say it.”
Ianto tried to take his hand back, but when that failed he resorted to snapping, “You first.”
He got quite a shock when Jack said instantly, “I love you.”
“Don’t,” he said quietly. “Don’t lie to me. I’m tired of it.”
“I’m not lying,” Jack told him. “And I’m tired of you telling me what I can’t do. How about what I can? I can love you, and I do love you. I came back from travelling with the Doctor for you. I’ve been trying to give you your space ever since I got home and you barely speak to me. I have to get kidnapped by aliens before you’ll look me in the eye and tell me what you really think and you still won’t just tell me you love me when I know you do and –”
“Jack,” Ianto said simply, “shut up.”
Jack started to protest, so Ianto silenced him with a kiss. When they parted, he murmured, “I love you. And if you ever do anything as stupid as getting kidnapped again, I will kill you.”
“Deal,” Jack said, and pulled him back to another kiss.
“Mind you,” Ianto added when they parted again. “I still hate you, too.”
“That’s fine,” Jack told him, kissing him in between words and lying back on the floor, pulling Ianto on top of him. “Plenty of time to work on that.”
Ianto smiled, and was just starting to undo Jack’s shirt buttons when his communicator beeped.
“Got a lock on your position,” Taka said cheerfully, and Jack grinned. Ianto raised an eyebrow at him, and then Taka added, “We’ll be with you in a minute.”
Jack pulled him back down to another kiss, one hand working into his hair, and he pulled back after a second, saying breathlessly, “I’m busy, Taka. Come back in an hour.”
Jack snagged the communicator from his hand to say, “Make that two,” and then turned it off and threw it aside.
Ianto tutted in disapproval, and got back to work on Jack’s shirt.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Word Count: 4535
Summary: See prompt below...
Prompt: For the
tw_harlequin Challenge. Though it's less Harlequiny and more plot/dialogue/character!fic. Because I can't help myself, even when I try and write smush. That and the books I read for research made me cry laughing. Anywho, I gave it a shot, and this is the quick-fic version of the epic masterpiece I wanted to write. ;)My prompt was: A Most Unconventional Courtship
Benedict Casper Chancellor, Earl of Blakeney, is the kind of elegantly conservative English lord that Alessa despises. She wants nothing to do with him-even if he is shaped like a Greek statue come to life! But the maddening man seems determined to wrest her away from her comfortable life in beautiful Corfu. Worse, he'll return her to the bosom of her stuffy family.
The Earl hasn't anticipated Alessa's propensity to get herself into a scrape. Now, in order to rescue her, this highly conventional Englishman will have to turn pirate!
A/N: And now, ladies and gentlemen (quit yer gigglin' at the back there!) we present to you, the mature and sensible (oy! I said quit yer gigglin'!) Torchwood version of the above summary. Er. Yeah. Maybe I should go cross out the "mature and sensible" from the poster... ^_^' More Bond than Mills and Boon, perhaps. ;)
Oh, and please, please, please point out any mistakes you may happen to spot. My spellcheck on my laptop has vanished into the ether...
A Most Unconventional Courtship
Six weeks since Jack came back and Ianto had barely spoken to him. Jack had tried to get back on good terms with him, but Ianto had remained angry, and with good reason: Jack had refused to explain his absence, beyond admitting what they’d already guessed – that he’d gone with the Doctor and been away longer than they’d experienced. That left Ianto wanting answers and getting nothing, and growing ever more angry with Jack the longer he went on without revealing anything more.
Even Owen forgave Jack before Ianto.
And then things went a little wrong.
Ianto was almost finished tidying up the Tourist Information Centre for the night when he spotted something on the CCTV monitors. There were six aliens down in the main Hub, surrounding Jack, who looked like he was doing his best to talk his way out of a bad situation.
If he and Jack hadn’t been on such bad terms, perhaps he wouldn’t have hesitated. Perhaps he would have rushed to help before Jack was hit by one and grabbed by two others. Perhaps he’d have burst into the main area in time to stop them from tying Jack up, and avoided being shot at by the startled aliens before they teleported out.
He straightened up from behind the stairs, dusting himself down with a distinct feeling of déjà vu, and pausing to tut over the way the arm of his suit had been burnt by the laser shot, before he went to Jack’s safe (the code for which was unchanged, as Jack had been desperate to show some sort of faith and trust in him) and fetched one particular item. Activating the beacon, he put it in his pocket and headed for the lift.
By the time he’d reached the surface there was a definite hum above him, and he stepped off the lift, looking up and raising one hand briefly. Then he headed for the Tourist Information Centre again, nodding calmly to the two blue men waiting for him there. They stopped lounging against the wall and stood up straight, following him through the door. Flicking impatient glances at each other, they waited for him to secure the door before asking, “Where’s your Captain?”
“That’s why I called,” Ianto told them, leaning back against the desk and folding his arms as he returned their stares. “He’s been taken.”
The two exchanged meaningful glances, and said, “Again? What do you want us to do this time?”
“Get him back,” Ianto snapped, and narrowed his eyes when they snorted with laughter.
“What, just like last time?” they asked. “We ain’t going nowhere near the Doctor, Jonesy.”
“It’s not the Doctor this time,” Ianto told them, and they paused, frowning.
“Who, then?”
Ianto hesitated, resisting the urge to lick his lips nervously, and said, “Eltrians.”
“Whoa, no,” one of the two said sharply. “Doctor’s one thing, but Eltrians are a whole nother matter. No go, Jonesy.”
“What, are you scared of them?” Ianto asked, with a heavy dose of scorn, and, simultaneously, one said, “No,” and the other said, “Yes.”
While the two stopped to glare at each other, Ianto rolled his eyes and fetched his gun from behind the desk, checking it and then tucking it into the waistband of his trousers (safety catch carefully left on). When he grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and scribbled a quick note, one of the two asked, “What are you doing?”
“I’m going after Jack,” Ianto told them, signing the note.
“You’re what?” the second said flatly, and Ianto looked up, leaving the note in a prominent position on his desk.
“I can’t rely on you to get him back,” he reminded them calmly, “so I suppose I’ll have to do it myself.”
They glanced at each other again, then said, “You can’t. How you gonna follow them? You haven’t got a ship or anything.”
Ianto just smiled.
“You dunno what you’re doing,” they protested nervously. “You’ll get yourself killed, and when Harkness finds out he’ll murder us.”
Ianto gave them a moment, then gestured towards the door, saying, “I’d like to lock the door before I go. You should get back to your ship.”
The pair hesitated, then at last one of them said, “Nah, see, Jonesy, I kinda like being all living and in one piece, and your Captain has a bad habit of trying to change my preferences if he takes it into his head we’ve done something he ain’t gonna like. An’ on top of that he’s your proverbial Delektri Fly. No matter how hard you try, you can’t get rid of him.”
Seeing the look on Ianto’s face, the other hastily added, “By which we mean he’s gonna come right on back here sooner or later. So you just have to sit here and wait, see? Don’t you worry your pretty head about him.”
Ianto folded his arms, raised one eyebrow, and watched them cringe.
“Go back to your ship,” he told them. “When I find Jack – and you know I will – I’ll be sure to tell him precisely how helpful you were. He’ll be pleased to know you’re keeping to your end of our agreement.”
The blue men exchanged glances again, paling a little.
“You ain’t gonna sit around, are ya?” one asked him, and Ianto shook his head.
“Ah, jahrilta,” the other one muttered under his breath, and then said, “Look, you can’t go swannin’ off on your own after Eltrians. They’re real space-scum. Mercenaries, pirates, thieves, murderers –”
“Practically your brothers in arms, then,” Ianto commented, and they bristled indignantly.
“We ain’t nothin’ like Eltrians, Jonesy. We’ve got standards.”
“Morals,” added the second.
“Ethics,” continued the first.
“Compassion.”
“Kindness.”
“Mercy.”
Ianto held up his hands to stop them, saying, “I get your point. But that isn’t going to stop me.”
They swore again, and then one sighed, and the other threw up his hands in an exaggerated gesture of helpless frustration, saying, “Fine. You come with us, okay? You’re less likely to end up in a dozen pieces that way.”
Ianto paused, pretending to consider their offer, and watched them squirm for a moment. At last he said, “Well. Alright,” and they let out sighs of relief, gesturing for him to follow them back outside. He locked the door behind him, shoved the key back through what passed for the letterbox, and let the two take hold of his arms for the teleport back to their ship.
Their Captain was surprisingly open to the idea of chasing the Eltrians.
“Them lot always keep some decent stuff handy, case they get into a tight spot,” he explained to Ianto, while a couple of his motley crew found the Eltrians’ trail and set the ship to follow it. “If they’re taking on live cargo they ain’t gonna want an open fight, are they? Best time to take ’em on.”
Ianto merely nodded. He couldn’t care less if they were only helping him for their own gain – they were still helping him.
“Trick is,” the Captain continued, “everyone on this ship earns their keep, or they get left behind at the next port. You’re gonna have to put your fine human sensibilities to one side and pull your weight, Mister Jones, or we’re putting you off the ship whether we’ve got your Captain back or not. Understood?”
Smiling very faintly, Ianto clarified, “You want me to lie, cheat, steal and kill with the best of your crew.”
“I’d settle for lying and stealing with the majority of the crew, actually,” the Captain told him, and Ianto’s smile got that little bit wider.
“Don’t worry,” he assured the Captain, “that won’t be a problem.”
It took a month for the Reletian ship to get close to the Eltrians – and by that time Ianto was getting tired of the side trips and quick stops to pick up more loot and let the crew waste some of their ill-gotten gains. He (being the only one of the planet-parties to stay sober and actually make the appropriate enquiries to find the Eltrians) had had to get the Reletians out of at least eighteen tricky situations (though they refused to count six of them, claiming they’d had everything under control) and back on track, and was beginning to get the feeling that they’d rather changed their minds about confronting the Eltrians, and were doing their best to avoid the enemy ship. Whenever he tried to ask Taka – one of the two who’d brought him aboard – about the matter, the Reletian always seemed to remember some urgent task he had to see to, and hurried away.
Eventually, though, they made planet-fall beyond the outskirts of a busy city, and Ianto had them run the usual scans for traces of the Eltrian ship.
“They’re here,” Taka sighed as the scan results came up on the main screens. “Pickin’ up crew on the other side of the city.”
“What sort of crew?” Ianto asked, watching the radio intercepts transcribe onto the screen, incomprehensible to him.
“Looks like they want another taskmaster,” said Taka thoughtfully. “’Parrently their last got killed in a breakout attempt and they want someone who speaks human to replace him.”
Ianto merely raised an eyebrow.
After a moment, Taka looked up at him, then abruptly switched off the scans and stood up straighter, saying, “No way, Jonesy, you don’t wanna go there. Don’t even think about it.”
“We got lucky finding them this time,” Ianto said quietly. “I can’t count on that happening again and it’s already been a month. This is the quickest and surest way of getting to Jack.”
“You’ll get yourself killed,” Taka whined. “An’ then your Captain’s gonna take our ship to pieces an’ use the shards for our headstones.”
Ianto shook his head and turned away, saying, “No. He won’t.”
“He bloody will,” Taka told him, and he glanced back.
“He won’t. He won’t even care.”
Taka started to tell him otherwise again, but Ianto just shook his head and went to speak to the Captain.
The Eltrians that waited outside their ship were, to a one, over seven feet tall and built like wrestlers. They stared down at Ianto, three in a row with their arms folded, muscles tense and bulging under their brown-green skin, and blasters and knives bristling amongst their bandoliers, pockets and belts.
The middle one of the three growled something, and Ianto stopped, activating his translator, and then told them, “Say that again.”
“You don’t tell us what to do,” another one snapped, starting forward, and Ianto rolled his eyes as the middle one put out an arm to stop him, then said, with the definite tone of one repeating himself, “What do you want?”
“Heard you were recruiting,” Ianto said.
Two of the three sniggered, looking him up and down, and Ianto put his hands on his hips, staring straight back as they took in his lack of weapons and the state of his clothes, white shirt untucked, black trousers ripped around the hems and spattered with mud.
“You want someone who can deal with humans,” Ianto reminded them calmly. “That won’t be a problem.”
“Where you from?” he was asked, and he pressed his lips together tightly, dropping his hands from his hips and saying flatly, “I came here with a gang of Reletians.”
“Then how come you’re looking to join up with us?”
Ianto bunched one hand into a fist and growled, “We had a disagreement.”
“Over what?” asked the leader of the trio.
With a pinched smile, Ianto told them, “They reckoned I was taking more than my fair share of the goods. I reckoned if they couldn’t stop me that was their problem. So they tried to kill me.”
“Trust Reletians to fail,” one of them muttered, and Ianto narrowed his eyes, saying, “Try it yourself sometime and see how you get on.”
“Search him,” said the middle Eltrian, and the other two moved forwards. Ianto relaxed.
It took him less than twenty seconds to have one of the Eltrians in a gasping heap on the floor and the other whimpering with its arm twisted up behind its back, one of its blasters digging into the back of its neck while Ianto kicked the rest of its knives and guns behind him and told the leading Eltrian, “Up until you decided to give me some weapons, I was unarmed. Is a search really necessary?”
The Eltrian laughed, and said, “Alright, let him go. You want in, you’re in.”
“I don’t want in,” Ianto said, stepping back from his captive, who scrambled up and jerked his arm back into place. “I want off this rock, and you’re the best way to do it.”
The Eltrian he’d just dealt with came back in an attempt to take back his blaster, and ended up on the floor in a headlock. The leader, seeing the way Ianto’s shirt had twisted up over his back, said idly, “You got some nasty wounds there.”
Swiftly, Ianto released his captive, kicking him away and stepping back again, tugging his shirt back into place.
“Like I said,” he snapped. “The Reletians disagreed with me.”
“What’s your name, human?” asked the leader, and he told them, “Ianto.”
“That ain’t no human name,” muttered the one he’d had in a headlock, picking himself up and collecting his guns.
“Get him kitted out with some decent weapons,” ordered the leader, with a curt gesture to the Eltrian who was on his feet. The Eltrian nodded, finished packing his blasters away again, and headed up the ship’s gangway, gesturing for Ianto to follow.
On the way through the corridors, the Eltrian surprised Ianto by saying, “Nice moves back there. What'd you do to Karal?”
“It’s complicated,” Ianto told him, pleased that at least he hadn’t made enemies so early on – not that he was intending to stick around long enough for that to become an issue anyway. “Maybe I’ll teach you it sometime.”
The Eltrian laughed and went to slap him on the back, saying, “For a human, you’re alright.”
With a twist, Ianto avoided the slap and caught the Eltrian’s arm. After a moment, the alien grinned, and said, “Still painful, huh? No wonder you wanted to get away from them.”
“Oh, no,” Ianto said, with a tight smile. “I’m looking forward to running into them again. And next time they won’t catch me with my back turned.”
The Eltrian smirked and nodded, and opened a door in front of them. Ianto followed him in and paused, looking around at the variety of weapons stored in the room.
“You’ll stand more of a chance with some of this stuff on you,” he was told, and, aware he was being watched, pasted a grin across his face and summoned up thoughts of how Jack would react to a stock such as this.
Looking past the guns, he found something he could recognise and use, and let his grin get wider, heading over to the shelf and picking it up, saying, “Nerve whip? In rooms this size? You’d have to be bloody good with it or you’d probably kill yourself.”
The Eltrian laughed, then paused as Ianto toyed with the whip for a moment and then slipped his arm through it and tucked it up over his shoulder, moving on along the shelves to find some more weapons. He’d picked up three compact blasters and a pair of wickedly curved knives before he glanced back at the Eltrian and found that he was being stared at.
“What?” he asked.
“You really gonna take that whip?” asked the Eltrian, and Ianto just smiled.
When Ianto had been fitted out with the usual belts and bandoliers to carry his new acquisitions, he asked to be shown the prisoners – and made a point of asking about the one who’d killed the last taskmaster, guessing that that would be Jack. He wasn’t wrong.
The room he was shown to was small, and empty of everything except Jack. He was still in his shirt and trousers, though his feet were bare and one of his braces was broken, and his face was bruised. He looked up as the door opened and froze when he saw Ianto. His gaze flicked between the two of them, and Ianto could see him trying to work out what was going on.
“Careful,” said the Eltrian. “He’s liable to go for you tooth an’ nail.”
“Don’t worry,” Ianto told him, without taking his eyes off Jack – and smiling a little at the surprise on his face when he heard Ianto speaking the Eltrians’ language. “I’ve learnt not to turn my back.”
The Eltrian gave a huff of laughter and lounged against the door, arms folded, while Ianto switched off his translator and strode forward. Jack scrambled to his feet, back hitting the wall as he gasped, “What the hell are you doing here?”
Ianto grabbed his chin and turned his head from side to side, saying quietly, “Shut up. I don’t know how much English they understand.”
“Then don’t speak English,” Jack said, in perfect – though accented – Welsh.
It was Ianto’s turn to freeze.
“You speak Welsh?” he said flatly, in the same language. “How long have you done that?”
“I’ve lived in Cardiff longer than you have,” Jack told him, starting to grin. “You just assumed I didn’t understand you because I never chose to use the language.”
“You bastard,” Ianto hissed, and stepped back and slapped him.
The Eltrian laughed, and Ianto ignored him, massaging his hand and glaring at Jack.
“That felt good,” he said softly. “Don’t make me do that again.”
“I feel justified in asking what the hell you’re doing here again,” Jack muttered, rubbing his cheek and darting a look up at Ianto. “You’re not working for them?”
“Don’t be stupid,” Ianto snapped, and Jack said quickly, “Then get out of here. They’ll kill you. Please. Just leave before you get hurt.”
Ianto smiled bitterly, and told him, “I can’t leave without you. Kind of ironic, really. But we have to get off the ship before this lot leave the planet, so if you’d kindly just shut up and do as I tell you, we might actually get somewhere.”
“No,” Jack said pleadingly. “I don’t want you to get hurt. Get out of here, please, Ia-”
Ianto had the nerve whip out and striking the wall beside Jack’s head before he could finish the word.
Jack pressed up against the wall and stared at him, silent.
“For God’s sake, don’t say my name, you idiot,” Ianto hissed. “Just do exactly what I tell you, when I tell you to do it. Is that perfectly clear?”
Jack nodded wordlessly.
“Good,” said Ianto. “Until we get home remember that you don’t doubt me, even for a second.”
Jack nodded again, flinching when Ianto drew back the whip to coil it back up.
Turning his translator on, Ianto turned his head a little and told the Eltrian, “He won’t give me any trouble. You want him back in with the others?”
“Yeah, saves time,” the Eltrian agreed. “You want cuffs for him?”
“Like I say,” Ianto said, smiling a little. “He won’t be any trouble. Just let me tell him exactly what’ll happen if he tries anything.”
The Eltrian grinned, and gestured for him to go ahead, and he swiftly turned off the translator and reverted to Welsh to ask Jack, “Are there any guards watching the other prisoners?”
“Only one, I think,” Jack said. “Maybe two since the breakout. I don’t know. I was separated after that.”
“That’s fine,” Ianto told him. “We’re going to take you back there. I’ll be following his lead because I don’t know the way, and I’ve convinced him I’ve got complete control of you, so I’ll just be holding your arm. I want you meek and obedient right up until the door. The second they open it, you pull back. I’ve got two blasters on the left of my belt you can take. Drop the guards with as little fuss as possible.”
Jack nodded, and Ianto moved forward to grab his arm, pleased when Jack flinched and drew back in feigned fear. He dragged him over to the Eltrian, switching his translator back on to say, “Let’s go.”
He had no trouble until the cell doors were open and Jack was busy releasing the other prisoners. When they were all free and Ianto promptly told them to get the hell off the ship and run for it as best they could, Jack started to protest.
Ianto came so close to using the nerve whip on him for real that Jack actually hit the floor to avoid it. Ianto coiled it up and clipped it back to his belt, then strode forward and grabbed Jack’s arm, hauling him to his feet and saying furiously, “You have no idea what I’ve done to get this far, and I’m not about to lose you now because of some idiotic, shortsighted philanthropic gesture. They’re no safer with us and they’re the best distraction we’ve got if we want to stand any chance of actually getting away with this. I told you not to doubt me – can’t you manage that for one hour?”
“I’m sorry,” Jack muttered, unresisting as Ianto pulled him towards the door. “I guess I didn’t think.”
“What a surprise,” Ianto said dryly, and dragged him into the rush of fleeing prisoners.
The Eltrian Ianto had encountered outside was more or less overwhelmed by the numbers by the time they got there, but a well aimed shot from Jack took him out of the equation entirely, and Ianto downed the two others who were heading around from another exit, blasters at the ready. Jack and Ianto joined the crowd, hanging onto each other’s hands to make sure they didn’t get separated again, and headed for the inner city.
Eventually they took refuge in an abandoned building, and Ianto sat Jack down on the floor in the centre of one room with orders not to move, while he checked the doors and windows and then dug out the little communicator the Reletians had provided him with and told them the good news. As the ship’s trackers set about locating their position, he went to sit back down beside Jack.
“Thank you for coming to get me,” Jack said, and when Ianto barely shrugged one shoulder in response, looking away across the room, Jack twisted round and pulled him into a hug.
Ianto couldn’t quite help a grunt of pain even as he tried to fend Jack off.
“What…?” Jack started to ask, then managed to catch a glimpse of one of the blast wounds on Ianto’s back as he twisted away, shirt pulling up. Horrified, he yanked Ianto’s shirt up to reveal the full extent of the injuries, then asked, “What the hell, Ianto? Did the Eltrians do this to you?”
“The Reletians, actually,” Ianto said, wriggling away and tugging his shirt out of Jack’s grip.
“The Reletians?” Jack repeated. “I thought they were… The bastards, I’ll kill them!”
“Don’t be so dramatic,” Ianto sighed. “I asked them to. If you must know, they were extremely reluctant. They did seem to get your reaction right, though.”
At Jack’s uncomprehending expression, he rolled his eyes and said, “I needed some way of convincing the Eltrians my story was true. Otherwise they might have suspected something, since it was a little convenient that another human should turn up just when they needed one.”
“You did all that just to get me back?” Jack said, still looking lost.
“Don’t take it personally,” Ianto snapped. “I just didn’t want a repeat of last time. The others were unbearable and they’d have been distraught if you left again without warning.”
Jack didn’t even contest his claim, just tilted his head a little and looked him up and down. He opened his mouth to say something more, and Ianto said quickly, “Can we please change the subject?”
“Sure,” Jack said. “Where’d you learn to be so good with a nerve whip?”
Ianto shot him a dark look and threatened, “You make one joke and I’ll send you straight back to the Eltrians.”
“You wouldn’t do that,” Jack said softly.
“Don’t be so sure,” Ianto told him, looking away again. “Don’t flatter yourself that I want you around. I managed fine without you last time.”
“Liar,” Jack said, and Ianto looked back at him, startled.
“You missed me just as much as I missed you,” Jack continued, holding his gaze. “And that, by my count, is a hell of a lot.”
“I didn’t,” Ianto said simply, and Jack smiled.
“You know,” he said, “you can try telling me you don’t love me, but those wounds on your back say otherwise.”
Ianto forced a bitter smile and turned away, saying, “There’s no point in loving you. You can’t love anyone back.”
“Is that you admitting you do?” Jack asked, grabbing his hand. “Ianto, just say it. Just once. There’s nobody else here, we’re on a whole different planet, no one’s ever gonna know except me and you. Just say it.”
Ianto tried to take his hand back, but when that failed he resorted to snapping, “You first.”
He got quite a shock when Jack said instantly, “I love you.”
“Don’t,” he said quietly. “Don’t lie to me. I’m tired of it.”
“I’m not lying,” Jack told him. “And I’m tired of you telling me what I can’t do. How about what I can? I can love you, and I do love you. I came back from travelling with the Doctor for you. I’ve been trying to give you your space ever since I got home and you barely speak to me. I have to get kidnapped by aliens before you’ll look me in the eye and tell me what you really think and you still won’t just tell me you love me when I know you do and –”
“Jack,” Ianto said simply, “shut up.”
Jack started to protest, so Ianto silenced him with a kiss. When they parted, he murmured, “I love you. And if you ever do anything as stupid as getting kidnapped again, I will kill you.”
“Deal,” Jack said, and pulled him back to another kiss.
“Mind you,” Ianto added when they parted again. “I still hate you, too.”
“That’s fine,” Jack told him, kissing him in between words and lying back on the floor, pulling Ianto on top of him. “Plenty of time to work on that.”
Ianto smiled, and was just starting to undo Jack’s shirt buttons when his communicator beeped.
“Got a lock on your position,” Taka said cheerfully, and Jack grinned. Ianto raised an eyebrow at him, and then Taka added, “We’ll be with you in a minute.”
Jack pulled him back down to another kiss, one hand working into his hair, and he pulled back after a second, saying breathlessly, “I’m busy, Taka. Come back in an hour.”
Jack snagged the communicator from his hand to say, “Make that two,” and then turned it off and threw it aside.
Ianto tutted in disapproval, and got back to work on Jack’s shirt.
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Date: 2007-12-21 12:52 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-21 03:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-21 02:18 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-21 03:17 pm (UTC)Though we both know that's not the real answer, of course. ;)
Hee. Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2007-12-21 04:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-21 03:53 pm (UTC)*giggle* Glad you liked, thanke kindly! ^_^
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Date: 2007-12-21 05:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-21 03:53 pm (UTC)Thank you very much, glad you liked!
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Date: 2007-12-21 02:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-21 03:54 pm (UTC)And yay for Hero!Ianto! ;) Not nearly enough fics that way around, I quite agree - though the Jantolution prompt this month actually includes Hero!Ianto, so I'll see what I can whip up for that as well. ;)
Thanking you!
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Date: 2007-12-22 11:22 am (UTC)Hooray for Ianto being the hero....but then, he's always our hero isn't he? :-D
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Date: 2007-12-22 12:42 pm (UTC)*cuddles Ianto* Knight-in-shining-armour!Ianto is one of the best versions to play with, I quite agree. ^_^
Thanke, glad you liked it!
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Date: 2007-12-22 03:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-23 09:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-23 08:27 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-23 09:49 pm (UTC)I jest, fear not. ^_^ *giggle*
I'm very glad you like it, thank you. I was exceedingly gleeful when the prompts for Jantolution 9 came up with Hero!Ianto. He needs more shining-armour fic! ^_^
so great
Date: 2007-12-23 11:17 pm (UTC)Re: so great
Date: 2007-12-25 10:19 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-29 12:40 am (UTC)So glad I started that comm...*grin*
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Date: 2007-12-29 08:23 pm (UTC)Have you seen Mr Right Next Door?! Style perfection in the first part!
Aheh. I'm so glad you liked it, and thank you indeed for creating the comm, 'cause otherwise it'd never have happened and now I have a whole gigantic prequel panning out...
*shakes fist* You've created backstory, darn you! :P
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Date: 2008-02-27 04:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-28 01:58 am (UTC)*blush*
Well, yes. ^_^' He just doesn't like to talk about it that much. ;) Mind you, Jack does...
Eheh! Thanke!
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Date: 2008-02-27 06:09 pm (UTC)janto foreverr!! :D
well done :)
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Date: 2008-02-28 01:59 am (UTC)I like me some happy Jack/Ianto. ^_^
So glad you liked it, thank you very much. ^_^
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Date: 2008-02-27 07:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-28 02:00 am (UTC)Really glad you liked it, thank you very much!
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Date: 2008-02-28 02:10 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-28 02:15 am (UTC)...
Er. Yeah. I'm gonna wander off again now before I ramble on into more random Ianto fanon background... ^_^'
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Date: 2008-02-28 02:18 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-29 03:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-03-02 01:52 pm (UTC)And I'm very glad you like my style. ;) Good to know I'm doing something right!
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Date: 2008-05-30 01:56 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-30 03:35 pm (UTC)Glad you liked, thanke very kindly! (: