Fair Recompense, for who-contest, Love Bingo and for the comment-fic challenge DIE FOURTH WALL, DIE!
Title: Fair Recompense
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Ianto/Jack, Saint Peter
Warnings (including spoilers): Vaguely for Children of Earth Day 3, nothing serious.
Wordcount: 528 words
Author's note: Written for the who-contest prompt 'Water,' the Beach square of my love_bingo card and the comment-fic ‘DIE FOURTH WALL, DIE!’ prompt 'Ianto arrives at the Pearly Gates and is sent back to give the viewers a steamy sex scene before he's allowed to pass on.'
Summary: Life works in mysterious ways, and the afterlife even more so.
[*]
Ianto stared, wide-eyed, at Saint Peter. His mouth may have fallen slightly open, but that did not mean he was gawking. One did not gawk at angels. “I get to go back?”
Saint Peter sighed the sigh of the very much put-upon. “You will be permitted to return temporarily. You will still be quite dead.”
“And why, again?”
Saint Peter glared. “Orders from on high,” he bit out.
Ianto paled. “You mean...?” he motioned vaguely upward, although as they were standing just outside the Pearly Gates on a floor made of clouds, he wasn't really sure which direction the Lord would be.
The angel rolled his eyes heavily, and Ianto finally understood why some people got irked when he did that. “No. The Powers That Be. The consumer response to the 'bloody beans' incident is unsatisfactory. You're being sent back to fix the ratings. A blatant misuse of existential authority!” he called unsubtly over his shoulder.
A brief rumble of thunder had him grimacing even deeper. “Enough chat.” He snapped his fingers, and Ianto fell back into life.
He woke up with a gasp and immediately closed his eyes at the glare of the sun. After a few moments of disorientation, Ianto realized that he was on a tropical beach, complete with hot sand and the sound of waves against a shore.
“Ianto!” a familiar voice cried. Ianto sat up and was dragged into the arms of his lover. Jack squashed him for a few moments, then stared deeply into his eyes. “I can't believe the Paradox Concavulator brought you back to me!”
His eyes betrayed his disgust at the poorly scripted words, but Ianto didn't care what they were made to say. He kissed Jack deeply and noticed very quickly that they were both naked. “We don't have much time,” he said huskily. “Will you love me, Jack? Right here, right now?” His nose twitched slightly against the cheesiness of his lines.
Jack's eyes glinted in the reflected sunlight. “Always, Ianto.” Then he grinned. “And over there afterwards. We never had sex in the ocean, did we?”
Ianto embraced his lover and things got R-rated very quickly.
[*]
Ianto woke with a gasp and was immediately confronted with the sight of a gawking angel. Saint Peter stared at him, wide-eyed, and was that a bit of drool in the corner of his mouth? “Are you alright?”
Saint Peter quickly rearranged his features. “Yes. Well. Ahem.” He consulted a roll of parchment that had appeared in his hands from nowhere. “You have completed your mission... the scene was most satisfactory. Ahem. You may now enter the lands of eternal rest.” The Gates creaked open behind him.
Ianto stepped forward, but there was sadness in his heart. “I just wish I knew I would see him again,” he said to himself, pondering (not for the first time) the question of Jack's afterlife.
“Oh, I'm sure you will,” Saint Peter told him, blushing furiously and staring at a nearby cloud. “The ratings boost was... spectacular. The Powers That Be are planning a few specials. I daresay you'll be seeing quite a lot of your man there for the rest of eternity.”
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Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Ianto/Jack, Saint Peter
Warnings (including spoilers): Vaguely for Children of Earth Day 3, nothing serious.
Wordcount: 528 words
Author's note: Written for the who-contest prompt 'Water,' the Beach square of my love_bingo card and the comment-fic ‘DIE FOURTH WALL, DIE!’ prompt 'Ianto arrives at the Pearly Gates and is sent back to give the viewers a steamy sex scene before he's allowed to pass on.'
Summary: Life works in mysterious ways, and the afterlife even more so.
[*]
Ianto stared, wide-eyed, at Saint Peter. His mouth may have fallen slightly open, but that did not mean he was gawking. One did not gawk at angels. “I get to go back?”
Saint Peter sighed the sigh of the very much put-upon. “You will be permitted to return temporarily. You will still be quite dead.”
“And why, again?”
Saint Peter glared. “Orders from on high,” he bit out.
Ianto paled. “You mean...?” he motioned vaguely upward, although as they were standing just outside the Pearly Gates on a floor made of clouds, he wasn't really sure which direction the Lord would be.
The angel rolled his eyes heavily, and Ianto finally understood why some people got irked when he did that. “No. The Powers That Be. The consumer response to the 'bloody beans' incident is unsatisfactory. You're being sent back to fix the ratings. A blatant misuse of existential authority!” he called unsubtly over his shoulder.
A brief rumble of thunder had him grimacing even deeper. “Enough chat.” He snapped his fingers, and Ianto fell back into life.
He woke up with a gasp and immediately closed his eyes at the glare of the sun. After a few moments of disorientation, Ianto realized that he was on a tropical beach, complete with hot sand and the sound of waves against a shore.
“Ianto!” a familiar voice cried. Ianto sat up and was dragged into the arms of his lover. Jack squashed him for a few moments, then stared deeply into his eyes. “I can't believe the Paradox Concavulator brought you back to me!”
His eyes betrayed his disgust at the poorly scripted words, but Ianto didn't care what they were made to say. He kissed Jack deeply and noticed very quickly that they were both naked. “We don't have much time,” he said huskily. “Will you love me, Jack? Right here, right now?” His nose twitched slightly against the cheesiness of his lines.
Jack's eyes glinted in the reflected sunlight. “Always, Ianto.” Then he grinned. “And over there afterwards. We never had sex in the ocean, did we?”
Ianto embraced his lover and things got R-rated very quickly.
[*]
Ianto woke with a gasp and was immediately confronted with the sight of a gawking angel. Saint Peter stared at him, wide-eyed, and was that a bit of drool in the corner of his mouth? “Are you alright?”
Saint Peter quickly rearranged his features. “Yes. Well. Ahem.” He consulted a roll of parchment that had appeared in his hands from nowhere. “You have completed your mission... the scene was most satisfactory. Ahem. You may now enter the lands of eternal rest.” The Gates creaked open behind him.
Ianto stepped forward, but there was sadness in his heart. “I just wish I knew I would see him again,” he said to himself, pondering (not for the first time) the question of Jack's afterlife.
“Oh, I'm sure you will,” Saint Peter told him, blushing furiously and staring at a nearby cloud. “The ratings boost was... spectacular. The Powers That Be are planning a few specials. I daresay you'll be seeing quite a lot of your man there for the rest of eternity.”
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