Sure and Steady
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laliginFandom: Torchwood (shock horror!)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 395
Summary: The best gift Ianto can get is the only thing he really needs...
Prompt: For the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
writerinadrawer Challenge 1.99 - Gift Giving
Sure and Steady
“What is it?” Ianto asks warily, taking the box from Jack and eyeing his grin nervously. “And can I open it in public?”
“Go ahead,” Jack tells him. “It’s safe.”
Aware of the others watching him, and bearing Jack’s definition of safe in mind, Ianto opens the box gingerly. Inside is a book. The cover is dark brown leather, embossed with endlessly spiralling patterns, and though he can’t make out the title he knows it’s everything he wanted. When he looks up again, smiling, it’s just him and Jack. The others have melted away.
Jack grins at him and opens his arms.
Laughing, Ianto puts aside the book and goes to embrace him, but the moment he’s in Jack’s arms everything goes a little bit wrong. The Hub vanishes and Jack pulls him to his feet in nothingness, hands clenching tight around his wrists as he murmurs, “Come dance with me.”
Ianto struggles, but it’s no use. Everything goes white – he can’t even see Jack anymore, though his wrists are still gripped, arms pinned by his sides.
Still delirious…
He doesn’t know who speaks, but it’s not Jack and that’s all that matters.
He’s not going to die though?
You’re not meant to be up, Gwen. Go. Rest. I’ll come and check on Owen soon…
Ianto turns and the Hub is back, lit by a scattering of candles as Jack arranges his hands and then waltzes him around the fountain, whirling them around until Ianto’s dizzy and clinging to him, whispering, “Don’t leave me, don’t ever leave me, everyone leaves me, please…”
Jack ignores him, crooning songs from the war and dancing the night away. Ianto’s legs ache. And then all of him aches, and he wishes Jack would just stop. He tries to pull away, but Jack won’t let go of him, one arm tight across his back and his other hand clenched firmly around Ianto’s.
“Stop,” Ianto gasps helplessly. “Please, Jack. Let me rest.”
“No rest for the wicked,” Jack whispers in his ear, spinning them ownards with steady feet. “You have to go on, and on, and on, time without end.”
Ianto knows he doesn’t have the strength. He only wants to surrender to sleep, but he summons up all the trust he has left and pours it into Jack and wills his feet to dance.
With every step it gets easier.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 395
Summary: The best gift Ianto can get is the only thing he really needs...
Prompt: For the
writerinadrawer Challenge 1.99 - Gift GivingSure and Steady
“What is it?” Ianto asks warily, taking the box from Jack and eyeing his grin nervously. “And can I open it in public?”
“Go ahead,” Jack tells him. “It’s safe.”
Aware of the others watching him, and bearing Jack’s definition of safe in mind, Ianto opens the box gingerly. Inside is a book. The cover is dark brown leather, embossed with endlessly spiralling patterns, and though he can’t make out the title he knows it’s everything he wanted. When he looks up again, smiling, it’s just him and Jack. The others have melted away.
Jack grins at him and opens his arms.
Laughing, Ianto puts aside the book and goes to embrace him, but the moment he’s in Jack’s arms everything goes a little bit wrong. The Hub vanishes and Jack pulls him to his feet in nothingness, hands clenching tight around his wrists as he murmurs, “Come dance with me.”
Ianto struggles, but it’s no use. Everything goes white – he can’t even see Jack anymore, though his wrists are still gripped, arms pinned by his sides.
Still delirious…
He doesn’t know who speaks, but it’s not Jack and that’s all that matters.
He’s not going to die though?
You’re not meant to be up, Gwen. Go. Rest. I’ll come and check on Owen soon…
Ianto turns and the Hub is back, lit by a scattering of candles as Jack arranges his hands and then waltzes him around the fountain, whirling them around until Ianto’s dizzy and clinging to him, whispering, “Don’t leave me, don’t ever leave me, everyone leaves me, please…”
Jack ignores him, crooning songs from the war and dancing the night away. Ianto’s legs ache. And then all of him aches, and he wishes Jack would just stop. He tries to pull away, but Jack won’t let go of him, one arm tight across his back and his other hand clenched firmly around Ianto’s.
“Stop,” Ianto gasps helplessly. “Please, Jack. Let me rest.”
“No rest for the wicked,” Jack whispers in his ear, spinning them ownards with steady feet. “You have to go on, and on, and on, time without end.”
Ianto knows he doesn’t have the strength. He only wants to surrender to sleep, but he summons up all the trust he has left and pours it into Jack and wills his feet to dance.
With every step it gets easier.
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Date: 2008-01-05 12:07 am (UTC)Very creepy, good fic though!
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Date: 2008-02-27 07:01 pm (UTC)hmmm....great fic though, as always :D
jack4ianto!!! :D
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