Happy Birthday To Me
Title: Happy Birthday To Me
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing/Characters: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They're not mine, honestly.
Spoilers: All involving Jack's past
Summary: Ianto and Jack discuss growing older.
Author's Note: Written for day twenty-eight of redismycolour. 200 words exactly today - and on time!
Random request: My sister is looking for an artistic person to help her with a project - go here for info.
Happy Birthday To Me
“Happy Birthday to me,” Ianto said softly. “Guess I beat that statistic after all.”
Jack looked perplexed. “Which statistic is that?”
Ianto just looked at him. “Less than 1% of Torchwood operatives reach their 30th birthday.”
“Oh, that one.” A slightly haunted look appeared in Jack’s eyes and his arms tightened around his young partner.
“You know, some days I’m not sure which one I’m more scared of.”
Jack raised his eyebrows questioningly. Ianto continued. “Dying young, which does seem likely, or growing old and incompetent.”
“Ahh,” Jack nodded. “I’ve been terrified of both, in my time. When I was a kid, especially after losing my dad, I was so scared of dying. I think part of it was that I didn’t want to leave my mom alone, she’d already lost so much.”
Ianto laid his head on Jack’s shoulder, letting him talk freely.
“By the time I was through with the Time Agency, I’d lost that, somewhat. But the idea of growing old and losing all my faculties had started to scare me even more.”
He shook his head. “And now…”
“Now?”
A sigh, and a kiss brushed across Ianto’s forehead. “Now I just wish I could do either.”
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Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing/Characters: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They're not mine, honestly.
Spoilers: All involving Jack's past
Summary: Ianto and Jack discuss growing older.
Author's Note: Written for day twenty-eight of redismycolour. 200 words exactly today - and on time!
Random request: My sister is looking for an artistic person to help her with a project - go here for info.
Happy Birthday To Me
“Happy Birthday to me,” Ianto said softly. “Guess I beat that statistic after all.”
Jack looked perplexed. “Which statistic is that?”
Ianto just looked at him. “Less than 1% of Torchwood operatives reach their 30th birthday.”
“Oh, that one.” A slightly haunted look appeared in Jack’s eyes and his arms tightened around his young partner.
“You know, some days I’m not sure which one I’m more scared of.”
Jack raised his eyebrows questioningly. Ianto continued. “Dying young, which does seem likely, or growing old and incompetent.”
“Ahh,” Jack nodded. “I’ve been terrified of both, in my time. When I was a kid, especially after losing my dad, I was so scared of dying. I think part of it was that I didn’t want to leave my mom alone, she’d already lost so much.”
Ianto laid his head on Jack’s shoulder, letting him talk freely.
“By the time I was through with the Time Agency, I’d lost that, somewhat. But the idea of growing old and losing all my faculties had started to scare me even more.”
He shook his head. “And now…”
“Now?”
A sigh, and a kiss brushed across Ianto’s forehead. “Now I just wish I could do either.”
fin