Right Here Waiting For You
Right Here Waiting For You - Chapter 1/19 by LilFerret
Fandom: Torchwood
Summary: Sometimes it takes almost losing someone to realize exactly what you have.
Rated: R/Mature
Categories: Drama, Romance
Characters/Ship: Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Sexual Situations
Completed: Yes
Word count: 1,239
Published: 02/06/12
Author Notes: This was originally meant as a cliché fic, however I wasn't able to get it finished in time. I am posting it in parts but at least half of the fic is written so far.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter List: ONE /
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Right Here Waiting For You - Chapter 1
He realized his mistake the moment Ianto paused and turned around. The lights from the car lit him up like a Christmas tree, and Jack's shout of warning was far too late. The scream the scene wrenched from his throat sounded like that of a mad man, but Jack couldn't control it. He felt his legs carry him to the younger man's side, tears sliding down his face unchecked.
“Ianto...Ianto!” He knelt by the man's head, touching his cheek, brushing his hair, but knowing better than to move him. “Owen!”
“Oh God,” came a cry from beside him. Jack didn't look up. He knew it was the driver of the vehicle. “I swear to God I didn't see him. I didn't see him!”
“Jack, move aside.” Owen lowered himself to his knee. “Jack, I said MOVE!”
Jack fell backwards, landing roughly as he attempted to scoot out of the way. He felt a hand on his shoulder. Gwen.
“He'll be alright, Jack,” she murmured, close to his ear. “You'll see. He's going to be just fine.”
Jack watched as Owen's shoulders slumped, a deep sigh going through him. He touched his earpiece. “Tosh, call 999. Ianto's been struck by a car. He's breathing but he's not responding.”
“Got it.” There was a moment of silence on the comms. “They're in route. And it looks like the weevil's gone back into the sewer.”
“Oh God, oh God.” The driver was now pacing and ringing his hands.
“Jack, Gwen, sit with Ianto for a moment.”
Jack nodded mutely, shuffling closer to Ianto while Owen got to his feet and pulled the driver of the vehicle aside. A crowd was beginning to form and it appeared the man was quickly becoming unstable. Jack could hear sirens in the background.
“Talk to him, Jack,” Gwen said softly, rubbing his back.
“I-Ianto?” There was still no response, and Jack's throat threatened to close. “Please, Ianto. You have to wake up. We have plans, remember?”
He could still feel wetness on his cheeks but he didn't bother to wipe it away. He had done this. If he hadn't called Ianto's name in order to make an off-color remark about him looking good from behind, the Welshman would have never stopped in the middle of the road.
“This is my fault,” he mumbled, stroking Ianto's suit-covered arm. “I did this.”
The pressure on his back increased as Gwen's arm wrapped tightly around him. “No, Jack. You didn't do this. What happened here was an accident.”
He leaned into her, swallowing hard. “Ianto...”
The next few minutes were a bit of a blur for Jack. Emergency services as well as the police had arrived, the latter securing the area and keeping the crowds back as the medics looked Ianto over. Jack refused to move more than a couple meters away. He didn't want to miss it if Ianto woke up.
He vaguely registered Owen saying he'd take Gwen with him in the SUV before he was climbing into the ambulance beside his injured friend and lover. There was only room for one with the medics needing to treat and monitor Ianto, and Jack found himself pushed to the side while they worked.
Jack finally took a moment to wipe his face. He wasn't like this; he wasn't this emotional. Hell, he couldn't even remember the last time he'd cried. Had he even cried when Estelle died?
Ianto looked so small and fragile. His clothing had been unfastened and shoved to the sides to allow for his vitals to be checked. There was an oxygen tube in his nose, and the steady beeping of his heart monitor was all that Jack could hear.
When they arrived at the hospital Jack followed their progress though the corridors. At a large set of double doors, however, he was stopped.
“You can't go any further, sir,” a nurse told him, holding his arm.
“What? I need to be with him!” he sputtered, watching as the gurney carrying the Welshman disappeared down another corridor.
“I'm sorry, sir, but he needs immediate attention. You'll need to wait out front until the doctors can stabilize him.”
“I...”
“I'm sorry,” she repeated, squeezing his arm and giving him a sad smile before turning and heading through the doors.
He watched her go until the doors closed behind her with a soft click.
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Once Ianto was moved to a room to be monitored Jack was allowed back to see him. What followed next were six days of a vigil at his side. The rest of the team had been in to see him several times, usually one at a time so as to always have the Hub covered, and one of them always told him to get out of the hospital and get some rest. But Jack refused to stay away for longer than it took to catch a quick shower. He ate at the hospital, slept in the chair by Ianto's bed when the need arose, and when visiting hours were over he headed to the waiting room.
“You're going to run yourself into the ground,” Owen scolded him, frowning. “What good will you be to him then, eh?”
“I'm not going to leave him, Owen. I owe him that much.”
“Even his sister wanted to drag you out of here, mate.”
Rhiannon and her family had been in to see Ianto all of once. Once in nearly a week of Ianto's coma. Granted, they'd stayed for a couple of hours, on Saturday, but Jack wasn't going to let someone who obviously didn't care nearly as much as him tell him when it was time to go.
When Jack didn't reply, Owen sighed loudly. “Look, Jack...”
“Owen, enough!” His eyes narrowed and he turned to look at the doctor. “I'm staying here until I'm sure he's going to be okay.”
“And the rest of the team? What about them?”
“You can handle anything that's thrown at you. You're a good team.”
“We're down to three operatives, Jack.” Owen shoved his hands in his pockets and stared down at him. “Things have been relatively quiet, but that's bound to change. I know you want to stay with Ianto, but we could really use you back at the Hub as well.”
Jack rubbed his face. “I want to be here when he wakes up.”
“And if he doesn't?
Jack threw him a sharp glare. “That's not funny, Owen.”
“I wasn't making a joke, Harkness. Look, he's in pretty bad shape. There's no way to even test how badly his brain has been effected until he does wake up. And worse case scenario...”
“I KNOW, Owen!” Jack folded his hands under his chin and leaned his elbows on his knees. “I know. Worse case scenario, Ianto dies. You don't think I've considered that?”
“And best case scenario, he's perfectly fine when he awakes. The chances are he's going to have some things to work through.”
Jack sighed, closing his eyes. “Then I'll be there to help him if he does.”
Owen furrowed his brow, placing a hand on Jack's shoulder. “Alright, mate. Alright.”
Chapter 2
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Fandom: Torchwood
Summary: Sometimes it takes almost losing someone to realize exactly what you have.
Rated: R/Mature
Categories: Drama, Romance
Characters/Ship: Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Sexual Situations
Completed: Yes
Word count: 1,239
Published: 02/06/12
Author Notes: This was originally meant as a cliché fic, however I wasn't able to get it finished in time. I am posting it in parts but at least half of the fic is written so far.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter List: ONE /
Over here at ff.net...
Right Here Waiting For You - Chapter 1
He realized his mistake the moment Ianto paused and turned around. The lights from the car lit him up like a Christmas tree, and Jack's shout of warning was far too late. The scream the scene wrenched from his throat sounded like that of a mad man, but Jack couldn't control it. He felt his legs carry him to the younger man's side, tears sliding down his face unchecked.
“Ianto...Ianto!” He knelt by the man's head, touching his cheek, brushing his hair, but knowing better than to move him. “Owen!”
“Oh God,” came a cry from beside him. Jack didn't look up. He knew it was the driver of the vehicle. “I swear to God I didn't see him. I didn't see him!”
“Jack, move aside.” Owen lowered himself to his knee. “Jack, I said MOVE!”
Jack fell backwards, landing roughly as he attempted to scoot out of the way. He felt a hand on his shoulder. Gwen.
“He'll be alright, Jack,” she murmured, close to his ear. “You'll see. He's going to be just fine.”
Jack watched as Owen's shoulders slumped, a deep sigh going through him. He touched his earpiece. “Tosh, call 999. Ianto's been struck by a car. He's breathing but he's not responding.”
“Got it.” There was a moment of silence on the comms. “They're in route. And it looks like the weevil's gone back into the sewer.”
“Oh God, oh God.” The driver was now pacing and ringing his hands.
“Jack, Gwen, sit with Ianto for a moment.”
Jack nodded mutely, shuffling closer to Ianto while Owen got to his feet and pulled the driver of the vehicle aside. A crowd was beginning to form and it appeared the man was quickly becoming unstable. Jack could hear sirens in the background.
“Talk to him, Jack,” Gwen said softly, rubbing his back.
“I-Ianto?” There was still no response, and Jack's throat threatened to close. “Please, Ianto. You have to wake up. We have plans, remember?”
He could still feel wetness on his cheeks but he didn't bother to wipe it away. He had done this. If he hadn't called Ianto's name in order to make an off-color remark about him looking good from behind, the Welshman would have never stopped in the middle of the road.
“This is my fault,” he mumbled, stroking Ianto's suit-covered arm. “I did this.”
The pressure on his back increased as Gwen's arm wrapped tightly around him. “No, Jack. You didn't do this. What happened here was an accident.”
He leaned into her, swallowing hard. “Ianto...”
The next few minutes were a bit of a blur for Jack. Emergency services as well as the police had arrived, the latter securing the area and keeping the crowds back as the medics looked Ianto over. Jack refused to move more than a couple meters away. He didn't want to miss it if Ianto woke up.
He vaguely registered Owen saying he'd take Gwen with him in the SUV before he was climbing into the ambulance beside his injured friend and lover. There was only room for one with the medics needing to treat and monitor Ianto, and Jack found himself pushed to the side while they worked.
Jack finally took a moment to wipe his face. He wasn't like this; he wasn't this emotional. Hell, he couldn't even remember the last time he'd cried. Had he even cried when Estelle died?
Ianto looked so small and fragile. His clothing had been unfastened and shoved to the sides to allow for his vitals to be checked. There was an oxygen tube in his nose, and the steady beeping of his heart monitor was all that Jack could hear.
When they arrived at the hospital Jack followed their progress though the corridors. At a large set of double doors, however, he was stopped.
“You can't go any further, sir,” a nurse told him, holding his arm.
“What? I need to be with him!” he sputtered, watching as the gurney carrying the Welshman disappeared down another corridor.
“I'm sorry, sir, but he needs immediate attention. You'll need to wait out front until the doctors can stabilize him.”
“I...”
“I'm sorry,” she repeated, squeezing his arm and giving him a sad smile before turning and heading through the doors.
He watched her go until the doors closed behind her with a soft click.
tw tw tw tw tw
Once Ianto was moved to a room to be monitored Jack was allowed back to see him. What followed next were six days of a vigil at his side. The rest of the team had been in to see him several times, usually one at a time so as to always have the Hub covered, and one of them always told him to get out of the hospital and get some rest. But Jack refused to stay away for longer than it took to catch a quick shower. He ate at the hospital, slept in the chair by Ianto's bed when the need arose, and when visiting hours were over he headed to the waiting room.
“You're going to run yourself into the ground,” Owen scolded him, frowning. “What good will you be to him then, eh?”
“I'm not going to leave him, Owen. I owe him that much.”
“Even his sister wanted to drag you out of here, mate.”
Rhiannon and her family had been in to see Ianto all of once. Once in nearly a week of Ianto's coma. Granted, they'd stayed for a couple of hours, on Saturday, but Jack wasn't going to let someone who obviously didn't care nearly as much as him tell him when it was time to go.
When Jack didn't reply, Owen sighed loudly. “Look, Jack...”
“Owen, enough!” His eyes narrowed and he turned to look at the doctor. “I'm staying here until I'm sure he's going to be okay.”
“And the rest of the team? What about them?”
“You can handle anything that's thrown at you. You're a good team.”
“We're down to three operatives, Jack.” Owen shoved his hands in his pockets and stared down at him. “Things have been relatively quiet, but that's bound to change. I know you want to stay with Ianto, but we could really use you back at the Hub as well.”
Jack rubbed his face. “I want to be here when he wakes up.”
“And if he doesn't?
Jack threw him a sharp glare. “That's not funny, Owen.”
“I wasn't making a joke, Harkness. Look, he's in pretty bad shape. There's no way to even test how badly his brain has been effected until he does wake up. And worse case scenario...”
“I KNOW, Owen!” Jack folded his hands under his chin and leaned his elbows on his knees. “I know. Worse case scenario, Ianto dies. You don't think I've considered that?”
“And best case scenario, he's perfectly fine when he awakes. The chances are he's going to have some things to work through.”
Jack sighed, closing his eyes. “Then I'll be there to help him if he does.”
Owen furrowed his brow, placing a hand on Jack's shoulder. “Alright, mate. Alright.”
Chapter 2
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