Torchwood - Hands - Various
Title: Hands
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing/Characters: All of them.
Disclaimer: Does not belong to me.
The first time Ianto ever really touches Jack, it is with almost too much resolve.
"I can be here for you if you need me," Jack says. Tenderly, like he isn't someone who knows his way around a gun. "If you need to forget."
Ianto's hands stop - one on Jack's thigh and the other curled around the back of his neck.
"Forget?" Ianto says.
"Yes."
"Lisa, you mean?" Ianto's hands meet in the middle of Jack's chest. "I want to remember."
---
Suzie's hands were cold long before she became a corpse. Tosh once had this stupid idea that they could be a proper couple and do stupid couple things like buy a sofa too big for the living room and complain about the mortgage. But that was only in the short time between getting into bed and falling asleep. Clarity rose with the sun and Suzie never stayed the night.
But there was this one morning when Suzie made breakfast for the both of them. Two bowls of soggy cereal with too much milk.
"You're still here."
"It's freezing out there," Suzie nodded towards the foggy kitchen window.
Tosh smiled into her coffee cup. "We should get you some mittens."
---
Diane is more terrifying than any three-headed, frothing, slimey thing that has ever crawled out of the rift. Something as innocuous as standing outside of a department store makes Owen into some kind of sickening boyfriend with the hand-holding and smoothing her hair out of her face.
She leans on him and he turns so that they're within the distance just before a kiss. But he just looks, and it's awful in a beautiful way. Just looks, while kindly telling the fight-or-flight response to fuck off.
She's terrifying in that he can just watch her without feeling the need to rip her world open and change it.
---
It isn't until they are almost strangers that Gwen realizes how much she needs Rhys. She loves him even though he clearly has no sense. If he did, he would have left her by now.
There is a loud fight that shakes the walls, and she can't quite find her footing. It isn't that she came home late, or that she forgot to take back the movies he rented. It isn't the damn wash. She finds him just outside the door, standing in his slippers and examining the wall in front of him like its a fine piece of art.
She stands next to him and spreads her fingers out until they touch his hand, then draws them back.
"I'm sorry," She says. The words echo, awkwardly.
"For?"
Everything. Absolutely everything.
"I'll get you a new shirt."
---
Jack's handprints are all over the hub. On the keyboards and handrails and doors and coffee mugs. They're on Owen's back, on Ianto's arms, on Gwen's shoulders, on Tosh's wrists.
And his biggest mistake is in touching the surface and only waiting to be touched back.
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing/Characters: All of them.
Disclaimer: Does not belong to me.
The first time Ianto ever really touches Jack, it is with almost too much resolve.
"I can be here for you if you need me," Jack says. Tenderly, like he isn't someone who knows his way around a gun. "If you need to forget."
Ianto's hands stop - one on Jack's thigh and the other curled around the back of his neck.
"Forget?" Ianto says.
"Yes."
"Lisa, you mean?" Ianto's hands meet in the middle of Jack's chest. "I want to remember."
---
Suzie's hands were cold long before she became a corpse. Tosh once had this stupid idea that they could be a proper couple and do stupid couple things like buy a sofa too big for the living room and complain about the mortgage. But that was only in the short time between getting into bed and falling asleep. Clarity rose with the sun and Suzie never stayed the night.
But there was this one morning when Suzie made breakfast for the both of them. Two bowls of soggy cereal with too much milk.
"You're still here."
"It's freezing out there," Suzie nodded towards the foggy kitchen window.
Tosh smiled into her coffee cup. "We should get you some mittens."
---
Diane is more terrifying than any three-headed, frothing, slimey thing that has ever crawled out of the rift. Something as innocuous as standing outside of a department store makes Owen into some kind of sickening boyfriend with the hand-holding and smoothing her hair out of her face.
She leans on him and he turns so that they're within the distance just before a kiss. But he just looks, and it's awful in a beautiful way. Just looks, while kindly telling the fight-or-flight response to fuck off.
She's terrifying in that he can just watch her without feeling the need to rip her world open and change it.
---
It isn't until they are almost strangers that Gwen realizes how much she needs Rhys. She loves him even though he clearly has no sense. If he did, he would have left her by now.
There is a loud fight that shakes the walls, and she can't quite find her footing. It isn't that she came home late, or that she forgot to take back the movies he rented. It isn't the damn wash. She finds him just outside the door, standing in his slippers and examining the wall in front of him like its a fine piece of art.
She stands next to him and spreads her fingers out until they touch his hand, then draws them back.
"I'm sorry," She says. The words echo, awkwardly.
"For?"
Everything. Absolutely everything.
"I'll get you a new shirt."
---
Jack's handprints are all over the hub. On the keyboards and handrails and doors and coffee mugs. They're on Owen's back, on Ianto's arms, on Gwen's shoulders, on Tosh's wrists.
And his biggest mistake is in touching the surface and only waiting to be touched back.