Fic: White Flag
TITLE: White Flag
AUTHOR: Estelle Cole
FANDOM: Torchwood
PAIRING: Jack/Ianto, with special appearance by Spike John Hart
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 433
SPOILERS:
Through Series 2 Episode 13, “Exit Wounds.”
“You win, Eye Candy.”
The very sound of his voice grated. “Why are you still here?”
“Oh, don’t get your tantalizingly tight pants in a knot, I’m leaving. I just told Jack ...”
“You’ll need help with the Rift coordinates, then.” Ianto steadfastly refused to turn to look at John, staring instead at the screen that told him that Gray was well and truly cryogenically frozen. He nearly started when he heard John’s breath right behind him.
“Not many people get to put their pesky brother-in-law on ice. Lucky you.”
Ianto silently counted to five. “Did you need something? Besides a good way off this planet?”
“No, I’m actually staying. Going to go on the Grand Tour. See what all the fuss is about on this little dirtball that everyone seems to be so irrationally enamored of.” John tapped Ianto lightly on the shoulder. “Come on, turn around. I won’t kill you with my eyebeams or anything.”
Ianto huffed, then turned to see John waving a white handkerchief tied to a pencil. “What is this?”
“Like I said, Eye Candy, you win. He don’ love me no mo’.” John pulled the handkerchief off the pencil and tucked it into Ianto’s breast pocket. “He wouldn’t even kiss me goodbye. Offered his cheek instead. And after I saw him grab onto you like. Well. Like he used to grab onto me.” John shrugged, with a defeated sheepish smile. “I should hate you. But you’re just so damn pretty.”
“I do hate you.” Ianto crossed his arms.
“Oh, now, come on, Eye Candy, I did my best.”
“My name,” Ianto growled, leaning over John, “is Ianto.”
John’s eyes grew wide, but only for a second before his face settled into a half-smirk. “Oooh, baby, you’re so butch.” He backed away before Ianto could act on his impulses. “Take care of him, Eye Ca...Ianto. Just promise me that. Take good care of him.”
Ianto exhaled, then nodded, and watched as John activated his wrist strap and disappeared with a cheery “Toodles!” and wave of his fingers. Then Ianto sat hard in Tosh’s chair and rubbed his face wearily.
“Hey.” Jack pulled Ianto’s hands from his face and into Jack’s own firm grasp. “I take it John left?” Ianto nodded, and Jack pressed their foreheads together and sighed. “What’s this?” He tugged lightly at the untidy white handkerchief in Ianto’s pocket.
Ianto looked down at it for a second, then into Jack’s impossibly blue eyes. “Absolution,” he answered, and kissed him.
**end**
AUTHOR: Estelle Cole
FANDOM: Torchwood
PAIRING: Jack/Ianto, with special appearance by Spike John Hart
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 433
SPOILERS:
Through Series 2 Episode 13, “Exit Wounds.”
“You win, Eye Candy.”
The very sound of his voice grated. “Why are you still here?”
“Oh, don’t get your tantalizingly tight pants in a knot, I’m leaving. I just told Jack ...”
“You’ll need help with the Rift coordinates, then.” Ianto steadfastly refused to turn to look at John, staring instead at the screen that told him that Gray was well and truly cryogenically frozen. He nearly started when he heard John’s breath right behind him.
“Not many people get to put their pesky brother-in-law on ice. Lucky you.”
Ianto silently counted to five. “Did you need something? Besides a good way off this planet?”
“No, I’m actually staying. Going to go on the Grand Tour. See what all the fuss is about on this little dirtball that everyone seems to be so irrationally enamored of.” John tapped Ianto lightly on the shoulder. “Come on, turn around. I won’t kill you with my eyebeams or anything.”
Ianto huffed, then turned to see John waving a white handkerchief tied to a pencil. “What is this?”
“Like I said, Eye Candy, you win. He don’ love me no mo’.” John pulled the handkerchief off the pencil and tucked it into Ianto’s breast pocket. “He wouldn’t even kiss me goodbye. Offered his cheek instead. And after I saw him grab onto you like. Well. Like he used to grab onto me.” John shrugged, with a defeated sheepish smile. “I should hate you. But you’re just so damn pretty.”
“I do hate you.” Ianto crossed his arms.
“Oh, now, come on, Eye Candy, I did my best.”
“My name,” Ianto growled, leaning over John, “is Ianto.”
John’s eyes grew wide, but only for a second before his face settled into a half-smirk. “Oooh, baby, you’re so butch.” He backed away before Ianto could act on his impulses. “Take care of him, Eye Ca...Ianto. Just promise me that. Take good care of him.”
Ianto exhaled, then nodded, and watched as John activated his wrist strap and disappeared with a cheery “Toodles!” and wave of his fingers. Then Ianto sat hard in Tosh’s chair and rubbed his face wearily.
“Hey.” Jack pulled Ianto’s hands from his face and into Jack’s own firm grasp. “I take it John left?” Ianto nodded, and Jack pressed their foreheads together and sighed. “What’s this?” He tugged lightly at the untidy white handkerchief in Ianto’s pocket.
Ianto looked down at it for a second, then into Jack’s impossibly blue eyes. “Absolution,” he answered, and kissed him.
**end**