Fic - Stranded
Title: Stranded
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Nothing here can possibly help two teenage trainee Time Agents figure out a way home...
A/N: For au_abc prompt Outerspace.
“This wasn’t quite what I had in mind,” Ianto tells him, one hand up against the window (can’t be glass, surely not - would’ve broken long before now and left them all to be sucked out into the darkness) and a very slight, melancholy frown creasing his forehead as he stares out at nothing.
“Wasn’t exactly my idea of a good time, either,” Jack responds absentmindedly, still trying to work out the controls in the centre of the room. “I had plans for tonight, as well.”
He sounds like he’s pouting, and Ianto glances away from the porthole, just as Jack presses a button that makes the whole capsule vanish around them. They both freeze, standing in empty space and suddenly able to see the stars beneath their feet, and then Jack manages to push the button again and they’re back in their escape pod, drifting onwards with the walls reassuringly visible around them.
“Don’t do that again,” Ianto tells him flatly, and Jack shoots him a sheepish glance.
“It wasn’t intentional.”
“Nor was releasing the pod, as I recall,” Ianto reminds him. “Tell me again why we didn’t just use your bedroom and lock the door?”
Jack sighs, and gives up on the controls, wandering over to Ianto and trying to wrap his arms around his waist. Ianto slaps his hands away, frowning more darkly at the depths of space displayed through the porthole.
“Look,” Jack says, “I just thought it’d be fun. You were up for it, too, in more ways than one.”
“Now is really not the time for cheap innuendo,” Ianto snaps at him, with growing frustration. “We’re getting further and further from the ship with every passing minute and you don’t even know how to send a distress call so they can come and pick us up. And even if we do get rescued, we’re probably going to be expelled from the Agency for entering one of the pods without permission or a dire emergency - and don’t you dare say what I think you’re going to, because you being horny is not, never has been, and never will be enough of a dire emergency to warrant us risking our lives, and I’m going to die of embarrassment if anyone finds us here, never mind the fact that we’re going to run out of air and heat if we don’t starve first and I hate you, I hate you, I hate you -”
Jack takes him in his arms and kisses him silent, then rocks him for a little while, as Ianto sniffs and buries his face in his shoulder. He murmurs, “I love you too, Yan,” and gets hit in the chest for his troubles (though not hard).
He looks around at the bare room that is their escape pod, but there’s still nothing else they can use to save themselves. Neither of them knows how to use the control console in the centre of the room, and he’s already caused enough trouble by messing about with it in the first place, and aside from that there’s just windows and walls. Not even seats - the designers clearly thought the more room the better, and comfort was never the primary function of these things anyway. Nothing here can possibly help two teenage trainee Time Agents figure out a way home.
“This is all your fault,” Ianto mutters into his shoulder, and Jack sighs, “Yeah. Guess so.”
After a moment, he raises a hand to Ianto’s cheek and makes him look up, asking, “You still hate me?”
Ianto gives him a very put-upon look, and says wearily, “I suppose not. You’d be pretty screwed without me, after all.”
Jack looks hopeful when he shoots back, “Not as screwed as I’m going to be with you, though?”
“Slut,” Ianto says, smiling a little, and Jack nods eagerly.
By the time their ship comes to pick them up, they’re fast asleep in each other’s arms.
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Nothing here can possibly help two teenage trainee Time Agents figure out a way home...
A/N: For au_abc prompt Outerspace.
“This wasn’t quite what I had in mind,” Ianto tells him, one hand up against the window (can’t be glass, surely not - would’ve broken long before now and left them all to be sucked out into the darkness) and a very slight, melancholy frown creasing his forehead as he stares out at nothing.
“Wasn’t exactly my idea of a good time, either,” Jack responds absentmindedly, still trying to work out the controls in the centre of the room. “I had plans for tonight, as well.”
He sounds like he’s pouting, and Ianto glances away from the porthole, just as Jack presses a button that makes the whole capsule vanish around them. They both freeze, standing in empty space and suddenly able to see the stars beneath their feet, and then Jack manages to push the button again and they’re back in their escape pod, drifting onwards with the walls reassuringly visible around them.
“Don’t do that again,” Ianto tells him flatly, and Jack shoots him a sheepish glance.
“It wasn’t intentional.”
“Nor was releasing the pod, as I recall,” Ianto reminds him. “Tell me again why we didn’t just use your bedroom and lock the door?”
Jack sighs, and gives up on the controls, wandering over to Ianto and trying to wrap his arms around his waist. Ianto slaps his hands away, frowning more darkly at the depths of space displayed through the porthole.
“Look,” Jack says, “I just thought it’d be fun. You were up for it, too, in more ways than one.”
“Now is really not the time for cheap innuendo,” Ianto snaps at him, with growing frustration. “We’re getting further and further from the ship with every passing minute and you don’t even know how to send a distress call so they can come and pick us up. And even if we do get rescued, we’re probably going to be expelled from the Agency for entering one of the pods without permission or a dire emergency - and don’t you dare say what I think you’re going to, because you being horny is not, never has been, and never will be enough of a dire emergency to warrant us risking our lives, and I’m going to die of embarrassment if anyone finds us here, never mind the fact that we’re going to run out of air and heat if we don’t starve first and I hate you, I hate you, I hate you -”
Jack takes him in his arms and kisses him silent, then rocks him for a little while, as Ianto sniffs and buries his face in his shoulder. He murmurs, “I love you too, Yan,” and gets hit in the chest for his troubles (though not hard).
He looks around at the bare room that is their escape pod, but there’s still nothing else they can use to save themselves. Neither of them knows how to use the control console in the centre of the room, and he’s already caused enough trouble by messing about with it in the first place, and aside from that there’s just windows and walls. Not even seats - the designers clearly thought the more room the better, and comfort was never the primary function of these things anyway. Nothing here can possibly help two teenage trainee Time Agents figure out a way home.
“This is all your fault,” Ianto mutters into his shoulder, and Jack sighs, “Yeah. Guess so.”
After a moment, he raises a hand to Ianto’s cheek and makes him look up, asking, “You still hate me?”
Ianto gives him a very put-upon look, and says wearily, “I suppose not. You’d be pretty screwed without me, after all.”
Jack looks hopeful when he shoots back, “Not as screwed as I’m going to be with you, though?”
“Slut,” Ianto says, smiling a little, and Jack nods eagerly.
By the time their ship comes to pick them up, they’re fast asleep in each other’s arms.