Fic: I Knew The Difference (Torchwood Jack/Ianto PG)
Title: I Knew The Difference
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none
Summary: Sequel to How Did You Know?
Word Count: 555
Disclaimer: All rights belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I'm just finger-painting in someone else's masterpiece. No infringement intended.
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me. Hopefully this makes up for the woobley in the previous fic!
“Ianto, it's me! I'm your Jack!”
Ianto's head swung to the right as Jack begged.
“I love you!”
BANG!
Ianto's eyes flew open as he sat up gasping, his body drenched in sweat. The sheet fell away from him, pooling at his waist as he looked around the dark, empty room. He was alone. So alone. He looked at the clock on his nightstand. The red backlit numbers said 3:13am. His heart was still racing.
Jack. He shot Jack.
He immediately reached for his phone, and his fingers pressed speed dial before he could stop them.
“Hello?” Jack's tinny voice came through the phone. “Ianto? … Ianto you alright?”
Ianto could breathe again. “Jack.”
“Hey. You okay?”
“Yep.”
“You want to open the door?” Jack asked, and Ianto frowned.
“I'm sorry?”
Jack sighed. “I... I needed to... I wanted to... I'm here. Let me in?”
Ianto fought with the covers and extracted himself from his sweat-soaked bed then stumbled his way through the lounge and to the front door. He opened it to find Jack standing there, his phone by his ear. They each hung up and stared at each other.
“Can I come in?” Jack asked softly.
“Of course,” Ianto moved out of the way and allowed Jack inside, shutting the door, and the hall light out, wrapping them in darkness. “What are you doing here, Jack?”
“I thought you might want some company after all,” Jack answered. He drew in a deep breath. “I... I couldn't sleep. I kept dreaming about what happened, holding that gun on you.”
“Not exactly my idea of a fun night out, sir.”
Jack couldn't help the small laugh. “No. No I wouldn't imagine so.” He sighed. “I'm sorry you had to go through that.”
“It's Torchwood, Jack,” Ianto said, as if that explained everything.
“Yeah, but it's not every day you shoot your lover between the eyes at point blank range and get away with it.”
“No, that was a luxury,” Ianto agreed, but his voice betrayed him, and his emotions bled through.
“Oh Ianto, I'm so sorry,” Jack reached out and pulled him into his arms.
Ianto entered them willingly, and wrapped his arms around Jack, squeezing his lover to him hard. Jack was there, he was real. He didn't kill Jack, he killed the imposter. Ianto tucked his head into Jack's neck and breathed in his scent, letting it wash over him as he closed his eyes. He was okay. He could breathe because Jack was here. Jack always made everything better.
“I'm sorry,” Jack whispered.
“It's okay,” Ianto said against Jack's neck. “I knew the difference. You're my Jack.”
Jack smiled, then grinned. “C'mon. Let's get you into bed. It's late, early, however you want to look at it. You need rest.” Ianto nodded, and allowed Jack to pull him into his bedroom and put him back to bed. He was a little surprised when Jack undressed and slid beneath the covers next to him. “Sleep, Ianto. I'll be here when you wake up,” he said, pulling Ianto to him and kissing him softly.
“Night Jack.”
And wrapped around each other, they drifted off to sleep together.
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none
Summary: Sequel to How Did You Know?
Word Count: 555
Disclaimer: All rights belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I'm just finger-painting in someone else's masterpiece. No infringement intended.
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me. Hopefully this makes up for the woobley in the previous fic!
“Ianto, it's me! I'm your Jack!”
Ianto's head swung to the right as Jack begged.
“I love you!”
BANG!
Ianto's eyes flew open as he sat up gasping, his body drenched in sweat. The sheet fell away from him, pooling at his waist as he looked around the dark, empty room. He was alone. So alone. He looked at the clock on his nightstand. The red backlit numbers said 3:13am. His heart was still racing.
Jack. He shot Jack.
He immediately reached for his phone, and his fingers pressed speed dial before he could stop them.
“Hello?” Jack's tinny voice came through the phone. “Ianto? … Ianto you alright?”
Ianto could breathe again. “Jack.”
“Hey. You okay?”
“Yep.”
“You want to open the door?” Jack asked, and Ianto frowned.
“I'm sorry?”
Jack sighed. “I... I needed to... I wanted to... I'm here. Let me in?”
Ianto fought with the covers and extracted himself from his sweat-soaked bed then stumbled his way through the lounge and to the front door. He opened it to find Jack standing there, his phone by his ear. They each hung up and stared at each other.
“Can I come in?” Jack asked softly.
“Of course,” Ianto moved out of the way and allowed Jack inside, shutting the door, and the hall light out, wrapping them in darkness. “What are you doing here, Jack?”
“I thought you might want some company after all,” Jack answered. He drew in a deep breath. “I... I couldn't sleep. I kept dreaming about what happened, holding that gun on you.”
“Not exactly my idea of a fun night out, sir.”
Jack couldn't help the small laugh. “No. No I wouldn't imagine so.” He sighed. “I'm sorry you had to go through that.”
“It's Torchwood, Jack,” Ianto said, as if that explained everything.
“Yeah, but it's not every day you shoot your lover between the eyes at point blank range and get away with it.”
“No, that was a luxury,” Ianto agreed, but his voice betrayed him, and his emotions bled through.
“Oh Ianto, I'm so sorry,” Jack reached out and pulled him into his arms.
Ianto entered them willingly, and wrapped his arms around Jack, squeezing his lover to him hard. Jack was there, he was real. He didn't kill Jack, he killed the imposter. Ianto tucked his head into Jack's neck and breathed in his scent, letting it wash over him as he closed his eyes. He was okay. He could breathe because Jack was here. Jack always made everything better.
“I'm sorry,” Jack whispered.
“It's okay,” Ianto said against Jack's neck. “I knew the difference. You're my Jack.”
Jack smiled, then grinned. “C'mon. Let's get you into bed. It's late, early, however you want to look at it. You need rest.” Ianto nodded, and allowed Jack to pull him into his bedroom and put him back to bed. He was a little surprised when Jack undressed and slid beneath the covers next to him. “Sleep, Ianto. I'll be here when you wake up,” he said, pulling Ianto to him and kissing him softly.
“Night Jack.”
And wrapped around each other, they drifted off to sleep together.