Fic- Guardian 6/7
Title: Guardian 6/7
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Ratings: Adult -sex
Spoilers: General from 1 and 2
Summary: Jack’s days are all the same but not for long.
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: This is an AU fic written for rout_obsessie! There will be a sequel when I’ve written it! Comments please!
Yves Hartman scowled as he climbed back into his SUV. He was certain he’d seen that man but there was no sign of him.
“Sir?” Archer asked from the passenger seat. “Is there something wrong?”
“We never found the body of the man who spotted us the other night. He could have survived.”
Archer scoffed. “You mean you didn’t make sure you actually killed him?”
Yves shot her a glare. “You watch your mouth. Unless you fancy spending a few weeks in the cells for insubordination.” He grinned. “I’d rather enjoy that.”
Archer flushed and lowered her gaze. In the back of the SUV, Dakto chuckled. Yves started the car and drove them away. He would have to keep his eyes open for any sign of that man. There was something odd about him.
Jack barely paid attention to his ordinary life any more. All he was focused on was how to get Ianto back. Ianto only came when Jack was in trouble. Jack would have to get himself into some sort of trouble if he wanted to see him.
It was over and week since he’d seen Ianto and a Wednesday. Jack walked home along the very edge of the pavement of the dual carriageway. Ianto might come to stop him falling into traffic.
He made it home without stumbling and without Ianto coming. Pouting, Jack threw himself on his sofa and sulked. He didn’t eat, or even have a drink. He just sat there, feeling miserable. Ianto wasn't coming. He’d show him. He’d get in some real trouble. That would see to it that Ianto came to him.
He got changed into his dark blue shirt and trousers and went out. He didn’t go to the same club as last time. He didn’t fancy seeing that bloke again. Instead he went to a different club, one further into the bad part of town. He’d get into some trouble there alright.
He launched himself into dancing, making eyes at every hot young thing who looked at him. This was fun, even though he hadn’t got into trouble yet. Maybe he could make Ianto jealous instead. Maybe if he flirted a bit, danced with someone, maybe had a bit of a kiss, then maybe Ianto would come.
He made eye contact with a girl who was watching him. He grinned at her and winked. She started dancing a bit closer to him and with a few more sexy moves. She was pretty, slim and with a soft face. Her boobs were enough for two hands full and nice and pert. He danced closer to her. He could feel her heat close to his skin. He imagined taking her in his arms, kissing those soft lips and taking her body hard and giving her pleasure. He pressed close to her and closed his eyes. Ianto’s soft blue eyes looked back at him.
He pulled back. She frowned at him and spoke. He didn’t hear her over the pounding music. He shook his head and shrugged an apology at her before he backed away and hurried out of the club.
Outside, he leaned against the wall and breathed out slowly. Ianto’s face was still in his head. He wanted him. He wanted him so badly it hurt, made his whole body ache. Why wouldn’t he come to him?
He straightened up and started to trudge home. He found himself alone walking through dark alleys. He shivered, feeling as though he were being watched.
Suddenly someone stepped out from nowhere right in front of him. Jack heard a click and he found himself staring down the barrel of a gun.
“This is the end. I am going to kill you this time.” It was Hartman from Torchwood.
Jack didn’t think about it. He aimed a ragged punch at the guy’s chin. Hartman dropped the gun and Jack ran for it. His feet pounded on the hard concrete and his lungs began to ache. He heard gunshots following him and he kept on running. His mind flashed back to Ianto pulling him away from that gun before.
The shots were getting closer. Jack couldn’t run any faster. He heard another shot and he stumbled, feeling pain jolt through him. He fell. There was more pain, then blackness.
Yves Hartman stood over the man and shot him again in the chest for good measure. He checked the pulse was absent, removed his wallet and walked away. He clipped his gun back to his belt and flicked through the wallet. He smiled slowly.
This was the last time Jack Harkness would trouble him. This was the last time Jack Harkness would exist.
Jack jerked awake and his hand flew up to his mouth. He tried to slow down his ragged breathing. What had happened? His mind felt foggy. He pressed his hand to his chest to feel his racing heart. It was wet.
He pulled his hand back and stared. There was blood smeared on his skin. He looked down and saw a hole in his shirt and blood staining the cotton. Shit. He was hurt. Had he been shot? He tugged open his shirt and suddenly couldn’t breathe. There was no hole, no injury.
He felt bile rising up in his throat. He doubled over and vomited on the pavement. He couldn’t breathe. Nothing made sense. His chest ached as he struggled to breathe.
He forced himself up and stumbled away, desperate for some air. He had to get away from here. He had to get up high.
Almost blindly, he found himself climbing the fire escape of a tall building. He didn’t think about anything else. He just climbed, focusing on putting one hand in front of the other and one foot above the other until there was nowhere else to go.
He stepped up onto the roof and found himself able to breathe, deeply and slowly. He gazed around. He was the highest thing around and all he could see were the lights of Cardiff. Below were all different coloured lights winking at him and above he could make out a few stars twinkling at him.
He moved a bit closer to the edge but remained a safe distance away from it. He felt calmer, in control but there was still that ache inside him. He wanted Ianto and he wanted to know himself, to understand.
“What are you doing up here, Jack?”
Jack whirled around at the soft voice. Ianto stood a few metres away from him, just gazing at him with a compassionate look in those soft blue eyes.
“I want the truth,” Jack said, holding himself straight and still.
Ianto considered him carefully and didn’t respond.
Jack felt anger bubbling up inside him. “Well? Answer me, dammit. I want to know what the hell is going on. I want the damn truth!”
“About what, Jack?”
“About you, about me, about what the hell happened in that alley!”
The angrier Jack got, the calmer Ianto seemed to be. It drove Jack mad. Those soft eyes, that pink, pretty mouth. Ianto just looked at him.
“Tell me, for fuck’s sake, tell me, Ianto.”
“I can’t, Jack. You have to know it for yourself.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
Ianto smiled gently at him. “If I explained things to you, you wouldn’t believe me. You’ve forgotten who you are, Jack. Somehow, when you arrived in Cardiff, you forgot yourself. But you will remember, Jack. You will get there. I’m here to help you.”
Jack took a few steps backwards, towards the edge. “If you want to help me, then tell me.”
“I can’t, Jack.”
“I’ll jump.”
“Jack …”
“Unless you tell me the truth, I’ll jump.” Jack expected this to work. He expected Ianto to argue with him, to persuade him to step closer to him, to grab him maybe but Ianto didn’t. Ianto just stood there.
“I’m not going to tell you, Jack.”
“I’ll jump.”
“I can’t save you anymore, Jack. This is the end. If you want to jump, I can’t stop you.”
“But … but …”
“You must do what you think is right.”
Jack stared at Ianto’s calm face. “Don’t you care? Don’t you care about what will happen if I jump?”
Ianto blinked and his eyes were wet. “I care. I don’t want you to be hurt but … sometimes pain is necessary. She knows that.”
“She? Who’s she?”
“She is the one who sent me to look after you.”
“But who is she?”
“I can’t tell you.”
Jack scowled. “You’re full of information, aren’t you?”
Ianto’s lips twitched a little. “I’m sorry you’re feeling so frustrated, Jack. I wish I could just tell you everything but … it would drive you mad.”
Jack turned and looked down at the ground far away below him. There was nobody about. It was really late. If he jumped, no one would find him until the morning.
Ianto came to stand beside him and placed a hand on Jack’s shoulder. “I can’t save you from death anymore, Jack.”
“You said you were here to save me,” whispered Jack. “You said.”
“Yes, I am. But not from death, Jack.”
Jack didn’t understand. His chest ached. He wanted Ianto to wrap his arms around him, hold him and protect him from the world out there. No, Ianto didn’t mean what he said. Jack knew that if he jumped, Ianto would save him. Those arms would go around him and pull him back to safety. He would save him.
Jack jumped.
No arms caught him.
Jack found himself falling backwards through the air, staring up at Ianto’s face. “Jack!” Ianto called.
Jack closed his eyes. He didn’t want to see the pain in Ianto’s face. He didn’t want to know about the moment he hit the ground. What had he done?
Whoosh
A strange noise vibrated in his ears, underneath the rattling of air past him. He kept his eyes shut. He didn’t want to know.
But behind his eyes, he could see so much. He could see the stars and then … blonde hair, a smile that overtook that young face. He could see gentle brown eyes, lighting up as she gazed at the new world around her.
There was that whoosh again, so close. What was it? It was soft, like a rhythm of back and forth. Softness caressed his face.
In the darkness behind his eyes, he saw her face and something else was shining in her eyes, worlds were shining in her eyes. He heard words, whispered to him.
“I bring life.”
He gasped as the realisation flowed through him. His body ached. He’d come here searching for answers, for help and it had come to him, in Ianto.
Pain rocked through him as he hit the ground. Weakness took over his body. A hand reached out to him, brushing his hand, then interlacing their fingers.
“Jack,” he whispered.
Jack opened his eyes and looked at Ianto. He saw that pretty mouth, those blue eyes wet with unshed tears. He could see white wings arching gracefully from that slim back.
“Ianto.” His voice was raspy and barely there. “Rose sent you.”
Ianto stroked his cheek. “Rose sent me.”
“Love you, Ianto.” He didn’t hear any response. He fell into blackness.
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Ratings: Adult -sex
Spoilers: General from 1 and 2
Summary: Jack’s days are all the same but not for long.
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: This is an AU fic written for rout_obsessie! There will be a sequel when I’ve written it! Comments please!
Yves Hartman scowled as he climbed back into his SUV. He was certain he’d seen that man but there was no sign of him.
“Sir?” Archer asked from the passenger seat. “Is there something wrong?”
“We never found the body of the man who spotted us the other night. He could have survived.”
Archer scoffed. “You mean you didn’t make sure you actually killed him?”
Yves shot her a glare. “You watch your mouth. Unless you fancy spending a few weeks in the cells for insubordination.” He grinned. “I’d rather enjoy that.”
Archer flushed and lowered her gaze. In the back of the SUV, Dakto chuckled. Yves started the car and drove them away. He would have to keep his eyes open for any sign of that man. There was something odd about him.
Jack barely paid attention to his ordinary life any more. All he was focused on was how to get Ianto back. Ianto only came when Jack was in trouble. Jack would have to get himself into some sort of trouble if he wanted to see him.
It was over and week since he’d seen Ianto and a Wednesday. Jack walked home along the very edge of the pavement of the dual carriageway. Ianto might come to stop him falling into traffic.
He made it home without stumbling and without Ianto coming. Pouting, Jack threw himself on his sofa and sulked. He didn’t eat, or even have a drink. He just sat there, feeling miserable. Ianto wasn't coming. He’d show him. He’d get in some real trouble. That would see to it that Ianto came to him.
He got changed into his dark blue shirt and trousers and went out. He didn’t go to the same club as last time. He didn’t fancy seeing that bloke again. Instead he went to a different club, one further into the bad part of town. He’d get into some trouble there alright.
He launched himself into dancing, making eyes at every hot young thing who looked at him. This was fun, even though he hadn’t got into trouble yet. Maybe he could make Ianto jealous instead. Maybe if he flirted a bit, danced with someone, maybe had a bit of a kiss, then maybe Ianto would come.
He made eye contact with a girl who was watching him. He grinned at her and winked. She started dancing a bit closer to him and with a few more sexy moves. She was pretty, slim and with a soft face. Her boobs were enough for two hands full and nice and pert. He danced closer to her. He could feel her heat close to his skin. He imagined taking her in his arms, kissing those soft lips and taking her body hard and giving her pleasure. He pressed close to her and closed his eyes. Ianto’s soft blue eyes looked back at him.
He pulled back. She frowned at him and spoke. He didn’t hear her over the pounding music. He shook his head and shrugged an apology at her before he backed away and hurried out of the club.
Outside, he leaned against the wall and breathed out slowly. Ianto’s face was still in his head. He wanted him. He wanted him so badly it hurt, made his whole body ache. Why wouldn’t he come to him?
He straightened up and started to trudge home. He found himself alone walking through dark alleys. He shivered, feeling as though he were being watched.
Suddenly someone stepped out from nowhere right in front of him. Jack heard a click and he found himself staring down the barrel of a gun.
“This is the end. I am going to kill you this time.” It was Hartman from Torchwood.
Jack didn’t think about it. He aimed a ragged punch at the guy’s chin. Hartman dropped the gun and Jack ran for it. His feet pounded on the hard concrete and his lungs began to ache. He heard gunshots following him and he kept on running. His mind flashed back to Ianto pulling him away from that gun before.
The shots were getting closer. Jack couldn’t run any faster. He heard another shot and he stumbled, feeling pain jolt through him. He fell. There was more pain, then blackness.
Yves Hartman stood over the man and shot him again in the chest for good measure. He checked the pulse was absent, removed his wallet and walked away. He clipped his gun back to his belt and flicked through the wallet. He smiled slowly.
This was the last time Jack Harkness would trouble him. This was the last time Jack Harkness would exist.
Jack jerked awake and his hand flew up to his mouth. He tried to slow down his ragged breathing. What had happened? His mind felt foggy. He pressed his hand to his chest to feel his racing heart. It was wet.
He pulled his hand back and stared. There was blood smeared on his skin. He looked down and saw a hole in his shirt and blood staining the cotton. Shit. He was hurt. Had he been shot? He tugged open his shirt and suddenly couldn’t breathe. There was no hole, no injury.
He felt bile rising up in his throat. He doubled over and vomited on the pavement. He couldn’t breathe. Nothing made sense. His chest ached as he struggled to breathe.
He forced himself up and stumbled away, desperate for some air. He had to get away from here. He had to get up high.
Almost blindly, he found himself climbing the fire escape of a tall building. He didn’t think about anything else. He just climbed, focusing on putting one hand in front of the other and one foot above the other until there was nowhere else to go.
He stepped up onto the roof and found himself able to breathe, deeply and slowly. He gazed around. He was the highest thing around and all he could see were the lights of Cardiff. Below were all different coloured lights winking at him and above he could make out a few stars twinkling at him.
He moved a bit closer to the edge but remained a safe distance away from it. He felt calmer, in control but there was still that ache inside him. He wanted Ianto and he wanted to know himself, to understand.
“What are you doing up here, Jack?”
Jack whirled around at the soft voice. Ianto stood a few metres away from him, just gazing at him with a compassionate look in those soft blue eyes.
“I want the truth,” Jack said, holding himself straight and still.
Ianto considered him carefully and didn’t respond.
Jack felt anger bubbling up inside him. “Well? Answer me, dammit. I want to know what the hell is going on. I want the damn truth!”
“About what, Jack?”
“About you, about me, about what the hell happened in that alley!”
The angrier Jack got, the calmer Ianto seemed to be. It drove Jack mad. Those soft eyes, that pink, pretty mouth. Ianto just looked at him.
“Tell me, for fuck’s sake, tell me, Ianto.”
“I can’t, Jack. You have to know it for yourself.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
Ianto smiled gently at him. “If I explained things to you, you wouldn’t believe me. You’ve forgotten who you are, Jack. Somehow, when you arrived in Cardiff, you forgot yourself. But you will remember, Jack. You will get there. I’m here to help you.”
Jack took a few steps backwards, towards the edge. “If you want to help me, then tell me.”
“I can’t, Jack.”
“I’ll jump.”
“Jack …”
“Unless you tell me the truth, I’ll jump.” Jack expected this to work. He expected Ianto to argue with him, to persuade him to step closer to him, to grab him maybe but Ianto didn’t. Ianto just stood there.
“I’m not going to tell you, Jack.”
“I’ll jump.”
“I can’t save you anymore, Jack. This is the end. If you want to jump, I can’t stop you.”
“But … but …”
“You must do what you think is right.”
Jack stared at Ianto’s calm face. “Don’t you care? Don’t you care about what will happen if I jump?”
Ianto blinked and his eyes were wet. “I care. I don’t want you to be hurt but … sometimes pain is necessary. She knows that.”
“She? Who’s she?”
“She is the one who sent me to look after you.”
“But who is she?”
“I can’t tell you.”
Jack scowled. “You’re full of information, aren’t you?”
Ianto’s lips twitched a little. “I’m sorry you’re feeling so frustrated, Jack. I wish I could just tell you everything but … it would drive you mad.”
Jack turned and looked down at the ground far away below him. There was nobody about. It was really late. If he jumped, no one would find him until the morning.
Ianto came to stand beside him and placed a hand on Jack’s shoulder. “I can’t save you from death anymore, Jack.”
“You said you were here to save me,” whispered Jack. “You said.”
“Yes, I am. But not from death, Jack.”
Jack didn’t understand. His chest ached. He wanted Ianto to wrap his arms around him, hold him and protect him from the world out there. No, Ianto didn’t mean what he said. Jack knew that if he jumped, Ianto would save him. Those arms would go around him and pull him back to safety. He would save him.
Jack jumped.
No arms caught him.
Jack found himself falling backwards through the air, staring up at Ianto’s face. “Jack!” Ianto called.
Jack closed his eyes. He didn’t want to see the pain in Ianto’s face. He didn’t want to know about the moment he hit the ground. What had he done?
Whoosh
A strange noise vibrated in his ears, underneath the rattling of air past him. He kept his eyes shut. He didn’t want to know.
But behind his eyes, he could see so much. He could see the stars and then … blonde hair, a smile that overtook that young face. He could see gentle brown eyes, lighting up as she gazed at the new world around her.
There was that whoosh again, so close. What was it? It was soft, like a rhythm of back and forth. Softness caressed his face.
In the darkness behind his eyes, he saw her face and something else was shining in her eyes, worlds were shining in her eyes. He heard words, whispered to him.
“I bring life.”
He gasped as the realisation flowed through him. His body ached. He’d come here searching for answers, for help and it had come to him, in Ianto.
Pain rocked through him as he hit the ground. Weakness took over his body. A hand reached out to him, brushing his hand, then interlacing their fingers.
“Jack,” he whispered.
Jack opened his eyes and looked at Ianto. He saw that pretty mouth, those blue eyes wet with unshed tears. He could see white wings arching gracefully from that slim back.
“Ianto.” His voice was raspy and barely there. “Rose sent you.”
Ianto stroked his cheek. “Rose sent me.”
“Love you, Ianto.” He didn’t hear any response. He fell into blackness.