Guilt: Redux - 12/17+Epilogue
Title: Guilt: Redux
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, references to Ianto/Lisa
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: If I was the one who owned Torchwood, you think I'd admit it now?
Spoilers: Some information and events from s1,2. NONE for s3.
Summary: Ianto knows he should be happy. He has his work and he has Lisa. Again. Finally. He knows he should be happy.
Author's Note: Alternate ending to Guilt - events of Guilt up to around ch50 take place. This picks up many months later... (There's a short recap of 'what you NEED to know from Guilt' before chapter one, if you haven't read it)
Thanks to: My lovely beta cazmalfoy, angelzbabe1989 for idea bouncing, and morbid_sparks for cheerleading even when she doesn't know what happens in this...
Previous chapters at master list
Chapter Twelve
The casserole was good, and gelatinous-alien hunting was clearly hungry work, because Jack and Ianto wolfed down huge servings each while Lisa took hers at a little more leisurely pace.
No matter how good it was, though, it could never have lived up to the rich chocolate cake they followed it with. The relaxed chatter that had filled the kitchen through the main course was silent as they took their first bites, to be replaced with tiny sounds of pleasure as they savoured the dessert.
In the end, a vote wasn’t required on the movie choice for the night; a quick perusal of their options was all it took for them to all agree on comedy action fun of the first ‘Pirates of the Caribbean’ film. The series had been a mainstay of their movie nights ever since the beginning, when they’d been held in a small room in the Hub, with a tiny portable DVD player.
They could all three of them recite every word, but it didn’t diminish their enjoyment of the ridiculous capers.
Lisa was still caught up enough in the film that she didn’t notice the slight weight against her shoulder until the end credits began to roll. She nudged Jack on her other side and inclined her head to indicate to him where Ianto had dozed off on her shoulder.
Something softened behind Jack’s eyes, and he reached over her to shake Ianto’s shoulder very gently.
Ianto’s eyes fluttered wide open and he straightened up on the sofa. “Huh? Wha?”
“You fell asleep,” Lisa pointed out with a smile, the fact that it wasn’t her for a change clearly amusing her.
“Oh.” Ianto yawned and he blinked several times rapidly. “It’s been a long day, I guess.” His gaze shifted to Jack. “And someone kept me out past bedtime last night.”
“Sorry,” Jack said, although his expression was unrepentant.
The credits finished, the DVD switched back to the title menu and, as one, they got to their feet. Ianto yawned again and swayed tiredly, his eyes already beginning to drift closed again.
“I’m gonna go to bed before I -” Another yawn. “-fall over,” he said, leaning forward to kiss Lisa’s forehead goodnight, as had become their habit.
He paused in front of Jack, looking unsure. Jack took the decision out of his hands by leaning forward and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “Goodnight, Ianto.”
“G’night.” Ianto stumbled backwards for a few steps before turning around and shuffling sleepily out of the room.
Jack turned to Lisa. “You must be getting a bit tired yourself. It is getting on a bit.”
She shrugged. “A little.”
He nodded and took a step towards the door. “I should probably be getting going anyway.” Another step.
Lisa saw him to the door and waited while he pulled on his boots. When he stood up, he looked more nervous than she remembered ever seeing him.
“Lisa…” he started hesitantly. “I…”
“What is it, Jack?” Lisa asked, wondering if there was something she should be worried about. “Is something wrong that I should know about?”
“No, no.” He shook his head. “There’s nothing wrong. At least, I hope there isn’t.” He took a deep, steadying breath. “It’s just… are you really okay with this? I mean, Ianto said you were, and it’s not that I don’t believe him, or at least believe that he believes, but I just…”
Lisa held up a hand, cutting him off before he could really work himself up into a nervous ramble. “By ‘this’ I’m assuming you mean you and Ianto beginning a romantic relationship?”
Jack nodded mutely.
Lisa smiled at him indulgently. “Who do you think it was that encouraged him to actually finally make a move?”
Jack looked mildly startled.
“I’m not an idiot, Jack, and I do have eyes. You’ve both wanted this for a very long time. A lot longer than Ianto and I have been broken up, even. And Ianto wouldn’t have just gone for it all on his own - he’s still worried that it’s too soon, but that’s just Ianto’s overdeveloped sense of guilt.”
“So… it’s not too soon?” Jack checked cautiously.
Lisa shook her head. “Not as far as I’m concerned.”
Jack heaved a sigh of relief. “Good. Good.” He drew her into a tight friendly hug. “Goodnight, Lisa. I’ll see you soon.”
And with that, he was out of the door and away into the night.
Chapter Thirteen
Comments and concrit (yes, really) are adored. Comments = <3
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, references to Ianto/Lisa
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: If I was the one who owned Torchwood, you think I'd admit it now?
Spoilers: Some information and events from s1,2. NONE for s3.
Summary: Ianto knows he should be happy. He has his work and he has Lisa. Again. Finally. He knows he should be happy.
Author's Note: Alternate ending to Guilt - events of Guilt up to around ch50 take place. This picks up many months later... (There's a short recap of 'what you NEED to know from Guilt' before chapter one, if you haven't read it)
Thanks to: My lovely beta cazmalfoy, angelzbabe1989 for idea bouncing, and morbid_sparks for cheerleading even when she doesn't know what happens in this...
Previous chapters at master list
Chapter Twelve
The casserole was good, and gelatinous-alien hunting was clearly hungry work, because Jack and Ianto wolfed down huge servings each while Lisa took hers at a little more leisurely pace.
No matter how good it was, though, it could never have lived up to the rich chocolate cake they followed it with. The relaxed chatter that had filled the kitchen through the main course was silent as they took their first bites, to be replaced with tiny sounds of pleasure as they savoured the dessert.
In the end, a vote wasn’t required on the movie choice for the night; a quick perusal of their options was all it took for them to all agree on comedy action fun of the first ‘Pirates of the Caribbean’ film. The series had been a mainstay of their movie nights ever since the beginning, when they’d been held in a small room in the Hub, with a tiny portable DVD player.
They could all three of them recite every word, but it didn’t diminish their enjoyment of the ridiculous capers.
Lisa was still caught up enough in the film that she didn’t notice the slight weight against her shoulder until the end credits began to roll. She nudged Jack on her other side and inclined her head to indicate to him where Ianto had dozed off on her shoulder.
Something softened behind Jack’s eyes, and he reached over her to shake Ianto’s shoulder very gently.
Ianto’s eyes fluttered wide open and he straightened up on the sofa. “Huh? Wha?”
“You fell asleep,” Lisa pointed out with a smile, the fact that it wasn’t her for a change clearly amusing her.
“Oh.” Ianto yawned and he blinked several times rapidly. “It’s been a long day, I guess.” His gaze shifted to Jack. “And someone kept me out past bedtime last night.”
“Sorry,” Jack said, although his expression was unrepentant.
The credits finished, the DVD switched back to the title menu and, as one, they got to their feet. Ianto yawned again and swayed tiredly, his eyes already beginning to drift closed again.
“I’m gonna go to bed before I -” Another yawn. “-fall over,” he said, leaning forward to kiss Lisa’s forehead goodnight, as had become their habit.
He paused in front of Jack, looking unsure. Jack took the decision out of his hands by leaning forward and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “Goodnight, Ianto.”
“G’night.” Ianto stumbled backwards for a few steps before turning around and shuffling sleepily out of the room.
Jack turned to Lisa. “You must be getting a bit tired yourself. It is getting on a bit.”
She shrugged. “A little.”
He nodded and took a step towards the door. “I should probably be getting going anyway.” Another step.
Lisa saw him to the door and waited while he pulled on his boots. When he stood up, he looked more nervous than she remembered ever seeing him.
“Lisa…” he started hesitantly. “I…”
“What is it, Jack?” Lisa asked, wondering if there was something she should be worried about. “Is something wrong that I should know about?”
“No, no.” He shook his head. “There’s nothing wrong. At least, I hope there isn’t.” He took a deep, steadying breath. “It’s just… are you really okay with this? I mean, Ianto said you were, and it’s not that I don’t believe him, or at least believe that he believes, but I just…”
Lisa held up a hand, cutting him off before he could really work himself up into a nervous ramble. “By ‘this’ I’m assuming you mean you and Ianto beginning a romantic relationship?”
Jack nodded mutely.
Lisa smiled at him indulgently. “Who do you think it was that encouraged him to actually finally make a move?”
Jack looked mildly startled.
“I’m not an idiot, Jack, and I do have eyes. You’ve both wanted this for a very long time. A lot longer than Ianto and I have been broken up, even. And Ianto wouldn’t have just gone for it all on his own - he’s still worried that it’s too soon, but that’s just Ianto’s overdeveloped sense of guilt.”
“So… it’s not too soon?” Jack checked cautiously.
Lisa shook her head. “Not as far as I’m concerned.”
Jack heaved a sigh of relief. “Good. Good.” He drew her into a tight friendly hug. “Goodnight, Lisa. I’ll see you soon.”
And with that, he was out of the door and away into the night.
Chapter Thirteen
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