Fic: "Leave You" (Jack/Ianto) - 4/10
Title: Leave You
Author: Jedi Princess Clarrisani
Chapter: 4 of 10
Rating: R (M15+)
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto
Series: Breathe Trilogy (Part One)
Summary: After losing his two best friends during an alien attack, Ianto quits Torchwood only to end up in a train wreck
Disclaimer: Still don't own. I'm not allowed to play in that sandbox.
Warnings: Very, very, angsty. And I mean that. Also, some spoilers for the season two episode "Fragments" for Owen's story.
A/N: Written for TWWC (Torchwood Australia Writing Challenge) #9. Song used for challenge is Mika's "Relax (Take it Easy)". This fic is AU to S2 as it was written during when S2 was airing.
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From Part Three
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"We should have called Swanson and had her open up some roads for us," Jack muttered.
"What difference would that make?" Owen shot Jack a look out the corner of his eye. "It's your bloody fault he's in this situation. If you'd listened to us-"
"I've already been over this." Jack let out an exasperated sound, the girls exchanging a look in the back. Jack was almost ready to throttle Owen. "I had no choice. I had to do it then or else half of Cardiff would be dead by now."
"No, you still could have waited ten more seconds. You know that. You said it yourself. You fired early 'just to be sure', and in the process pretty much killed the last of his friends."
"Owen," Gwen said, an edge to her voice. "Jack did the right thing-"
"Of course you take his fucking side." Owen shot her a look in the mirror. "You've been wanting into his pants forever. Ianto's a threat to you. Get him out of the way and-"
"Owen Harper, I am going to kill you!" Gwen glared daggers into the side of his head. "That has nothing to do with it."
"What, so you admit it."
"Enough." Tosh shot Gwen a sharp look, before sweeping it over the two men in the front. "Fighting amongst ourselves is not going to get us anywhere."
"Spoken like a true leader," Jack said, shooting her his famous grin, although she could see his heart wasn't in it.
They continued in silence for a long while, coming into Newport without further incident. By now it would seem that the police had gotten wind of the incident and had begun clearing the road for them.
They were just reaching the city limits when Jack finally cracked. "What the hell is he doing on a train anyway?"
"Probably getting away from you," Tosh answered. "You did have a huge fight."
"But a train to Gloucester?" Jack scowled. "Why not just go home to his flat and sleep it off like he usually does."
"Because this time he didn't intend to come back," Owen said pointedly.
Jack shot him a look. "What?"
"He left his gun and security pass on his desk." Owen glanced quickly toward where Jack was staring at him. "I don't know about you, but I think that's his way of saying 'I quit'."
"But he can't just walk out," Gwen said, glancing around at the others. "Can he?"
They fell into an uncomfortable silence, Tosh distracting herself by monitoring the readings, Gwen picking at a bit of fluff on her pants. Owen stared out the windscreen at the road ahead, glancing toward where Jack was gazing blankly at the glove box.
"Well," Owen said, breaking the silence. "I think I can officially say you fucked up big this time, Harkness."
Jack didn't reply.
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Grant and Ianto each held one of Anya's hands as they moved away from the train, Ianto noticing for the first time that the darkness surrounding them was indeed unnatural. It was murky, like a thick oil rather than a cloud. He ran through his mind the different files he had read, relating them back to what he had seen.
"Zarybok."
"Huh?" Grant looked at him. "What?"
"That's the name of those things back there. Zarybok."
Grant stared at him for a long moment before glancing back toward the train, spotting the dark things swirling around. As it was, theirs had been the only carriage to end up fully on its side. He turned back, looking at Ianto again. "How can you know?"
"I am... was working for Torchwood." Ianto stared through the darkness, narrowing his eyes at a distant movement. "It was my job to know these things."
Grant's eyebrows rose. "I know Torchwood. Whenever something odd happens, they show up."
"That's them."
They started at the sound of screaming to their right, whipping around to stare into the murky darkness, but unable to make anything out. Anya whimpered, gripping their hands tighter and shifting so that she was right up against Ianto's leg.
"Other people must have made it off the train." Grant whispered.
Ianto didn't reply, frowning. He had to agree with Grant's assessment of the situation, that others had made it off the train and were lost in the darkness around them. That meant that the Zarybok's had finished going through the carriages and were looking for who was left. That had to be why bodies had been found so far from the crash outside of Bristol.
"Let's keep moving,"
Grant nodded, the two men smiling reassuringly down at the little girl who gave a shaky smile in return. They picked their path, moving as quickly as they could to put distance between themselves and the wraiths. In the back of his mind Ianto knew they had a real struggle on their hands. A struggle for survival.
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To Part Five
Author: Jedi Princess Clarrisani
Chapter: 4 of 10
Rating: R (M15+)
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto
Series: Breathe Trilogy (Part One)
Summary: After losing his two best friends during an alien attack, Ianto quits Torchwood only to end up in a train wreck
Disclaimer: Still don't own. I'm not allowed to play in that sandbox.
Warnings: Very, very, angsty. And I mean that. Also, some spoilers for the season two episode "Fragments" for Owen's story.
A/N: Written for TWWC (Torchwood Australia Writing Challenge) #9. Song used for challenge is Mika's "Relax (Take it Easy)". This fic is AU to S2 as it was written during when S2 was airing.
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From Part Three
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"We should have called Swanson and had her open up some roads for us," Jack muttered.
"What difference would that make?" Owen shot Jack a look out the corner of his eye. "It's your bloody fault he's in this situation. If you'd listened to us-"
"I've already been over this." Jack let out an exasperated sound, the girls exchanging a look in the back. Jack was almost ready to throttle Owen. "I had no choice. I had to do it then or else half of Cardiff would be dead by now."
"No, you still could have waited ten more seconds. You know that. You said it yourself. You fired early 'just to be sure', and in the process pretty much killed the last of his friends."
"Owen," Gwen said, an edge to her voice. "Jack did the right thing-"
"Of course you take his fucking side." Owen shot her a look in the mirror. "You've been wanting into his pants forever. Ianto's a threat to you. Get him out of the way and-"
"Owen Harper, I am going to kill you!" Gwen glared daggers into the side of his head. "That has nothing to do with it."
"What, so you admit it."
"Enough." Tosh shot Gwen a sharp look, before sweeping it over the two men in the front. "Fighting amongst ourselves is not going to get us anywhere."
"Spoken like a true leader," Jack said, shooting her his famous grin, although she could see his heart wasn't in it.
They continued in silence for a long while, coming into Newport without further incident. By now it would seem that the police had gotten wind of the incident and had begun clearing the road for them.
They were just reaching the city limits when Jack finally cracked. "What the hell is he doing on a train anyway?"
"Probably getting away from you," Tosh answered. "You did have a huge fight."
"But a train to Gloucester?" Jack scowled. "Why not just go home to his flat and sleep it off like he usually does."
"Because this time he didn't intend to come back," Owen said pointedly.
Jack shot him a look. "What?"
"He left his gun and security pass on his desk." Owen glanced quickly toward where Jack was staring at him. "I don't know about you, but I think that's his way of saying 'I quit'."
"But he can't just walk out," Gwen said, glancing around at the others. "Can he?"
They fell into an uncomfortable silence, Tosh distracting herself by monitoring the readings, Gwen picking at a bit of fluff on her pants. Owen stared out the windscreen at the road ahead, glancing toward where Jack was gazing blankly at the glove box.
"Well," Owen said, breaking the silence. "I think I can officially say you fucked up big this time, Harkness."
Jack didn't reply.
***
Grant and Ianto each held one of Anya's hands as they moved away from the train, Ianto noticing for the first time that the darkness surrounding them was indeed unnatural. It was murky, like a thick oil rather than a cloud. He ran through his mind the different files he had read, relating them back to what he had seen.
"Zarybok."
"Huh?" Grant looked at him. "What?"
"That's the name of those things back there. Zarybok."
Grant stared at him for a long moment before glancing back toward the train, spotting the dark things swirling around. As it was, theirs had been the only carriage to end up fully on its side. He turned back, looking at Ianto again. "How can you know?"
"I am... was working for Torchwood." Ianto stared through the darkness, narrowing his eyes at a distant movement. "It was my job to know these things."
Grant's eyebrows rose. "I know Torchwood. Whenever something odd happens, they show up."
"That's them."
They started at the sound of screaming to their right, whipping around to stare into the murky darkness, but unable to make anything out. Anya whimpered, gripping their hands tighter and shifting so that she was right up against Ianto's leg.
"Other people must have made it off the train." Grant whispered.
Ianto didn't reply, frowning. He had to agree with Grant's assessment of the situation, that others had made it off the train and were lost in the darkness around them. That meant that the Zarybok's had finished going through the carriages and were looking for who was left. That had to be why bodies had been found so far from the crash outside of Bristol.
"Let's keep moving,"
Grant nodded, the two men smiling reassuringly down at the little girl who gave a shaky smile in return. They picked their path, moving as quickly as they could to put distance between themselves and the wraiths. In the back of his mind Ianto knew they had a real struggle on their hands. A struggle for survival.
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To Part Five