Ianto's Journey - Chapter 19
Title: Ianto’s Journey - Chapter 19
Author: Timelordshines
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness
Series Rating: 15
Words: 734 / 25351
Spoilers: S1E4, S2E12, DW-S2E12, DW-S2E13
Disclaimer: Characters belong to RTD and the BBC - I’m just borrowing them.
Written for hc_bingo prompt "Toothache".
Author's Note: This one is for asia27 - thanks for reading and commenting so far. I told you I'd try not to make you wait too long for the next installment.
Start at the Prologue
Previous chapter - Chapter 18
The angry throbbing in Ianto’s jaw seemed to pulse in time with his heartbeat. He leaned on the bathroom sink and glared at himself in the mirror. It seemed strange seeing himself with a beard. He hated them. Lisa had tried to get him to grow one for ‘movember’ last year, just to see what it would look like and he had point blank refused. He let out a sob, before he caught himself and reined in his emotions. Why did every single fucking thing have to remind him of her? His grip on the porcelain tightened until his knuckles were white and he closed his eyes for a second, trying to clear his mind as he took a deep breath. He opened his eyes and looked into the dead pools of grey blue in the stranger’s face in the mirror.
It had been four days since his fight with Jack and his bruises were starting to heal. They were fading, having gone through the angry blue purple stage and were now in that sickly green yellow phase. It made him look ill.
He briefly considered picking up his razor and shaving but he couldn’t be bothered. It’s not like he had anything, or anyone, to shave for. His life consisted of getting up, shuffling out of the bedroom to use the bathroom, then wandering into the living room and sitting on the sofa. He couldn’t even muster the energy to read or watch tv. He just sat there only getting up when nature called, and then when it seemed late enough he would to go the bedroom and lie down and toss and turn through the night.
He touched a hand gingerly to his jaw, studying his reflection and wondering if it was swollen still. He opened his mouth and pulled back his cheek, trying to look at the tooth at the back, giving up when he was unable to see anything other than a reddening and slight swelling of his gum. And was that a crack in his tooth? It was hard to tell. He mentally shrugged and swallowed a couple of pain killers to try and dull the throbbing in his jaw before wandering out into the living room to resume his empty vigil on the sofa.
Before he could sit down there was a knock at the door so Ianto moved to open it. Jack stood on the other side with a bag of groceries in his hand. Ianto noted with interest that Jack’s bruises had completely gone. Before he could even open his mouth to say anything, Jack launched into an apology, “Ianto, I’m sorry I didn’t come again sooner, we’ve had a bit of an issue at work and we’ve been working none stop to deal with it. You know how it is, but we have it under control now. Needed to use a bit more retcon than I would have liked, but there you go.” Without taking a breath, Jack changed the subject. “Wow, that’s a new look for you.”
“Huh?”
“The beard,” Jack said, reaching out to touch Ianto’s face.
Instinctively Ianto flinched backwards out of the way.
“Not sure I like it to be honest,” Jack said. “I always liked your clean cut butter wouldn’t melt appearance in those gorgeous suits.”
“Yeah, well.” Ianto interrupted him as they both realised what Jack had implied. Ianto’s innocent appearance had hidden a much darker truth.
“Anyway,” Jack said, still studying Ianto’s face. “Is your cheek swollen?”
“Yeah, a bit. I think you broke my tooth,” Ianto stated, without any accusation. He reached to take the bag from Jack, “are you coming in?”
“Yeah,” said Jack, following Ianto into the kitchen. “Have you seen a dentist?”
“I’m not allowed to leave the house, remember? Besides, by the time I actually get an appointment at the dentist it will have stopped hurting.”
“You need to get it looked at. I know a dentist who owes me a favour…”
“Owes you a favour?” Ianto raised a sceptical eyebrow.
“Long story involving a hoix in his waiting room.” Jack said taking the milk out of Ianto’s hand and putting it in the fridge, “now, will you let me phone him?”
“Yes please,” Ianto whispered with a small nod, and something tightened inside his chest with the realisation that Jack, of all people, was looking out for him, “that would be good.”
On to Chapter 20
hc_bingo, ianto_jones, 15, tw_fic, jack_harkness, fic--iantos_journey
Author: Timelordshines
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness
Series Rating: 15
Words: 734 / 25351
Spoilers: S1E4, S2E12, DW-S2E12, DW-S2E13
Disclaimer: Characters belong to RTD and the BBC - I’m just borrowing them.
Written for hc_bingo prompt "Toothache".
Author's Note: This one is for asia27 - thanks for reading and commenting so far. I told you I'd try not to make you wait too long for the next installment.
Start at the Prologue
Previous chapter - Chapter 18
The angry throbbing in Ianto’s jaw seemed to pulse in time with his heartbeat. He leaned on the bathroom sink and glared at himself in the mirror. It seemed strange seeing himself with a beard. He hated them. Lisa had tried to get him to grow one for ‘movember’ last year, just to see what it would look like and he had point blank refused. He let out a sob, before he caught himself and reined in his emotions. Why did every single fucking thing have to remind him of her? His grip on the porcelain tightened until his knuckles were white and he closed his eyes for a second, trying to clear his mind as he took a deep breath. He opened his eyes and looked into the dead pools of grey blue in the stranger’s face in the mirror.
It had been four days since his fight with Jack and his bruises were starting to heal. They were fading, having gone through the angry blue purple stage and were now in that sickly green yellow phase. It made him look ill.
He briefly considered picking up his razor and shaving but he couldn’t be bothered. It’s not like he had anything, or anyone, to shave for. His life consisted of getting up, shuffling out of the bedroom to use the bathroom, then wandering into the living room and sitting on the sofa. He couldn’t even muster the energy to read or watch tv. He just sat there only getting up when nature called, and then when it seemed late enough he would to go the bedroom and lie down and toss and turn through the night.
He touched a hand gingerly to his jaw, studying his reflection and wondering if it was swollen still. He opened his mouth and pulled back his cheek, trying to look at the tooth at the back, giving up when he was unable to see anything other than a reddening and slight swelling of his gum. And was that a crack in his tooth? It was hard to tell. He mentally shrugged and swallowed a couple of pain killers to try and dull the throbbing in his jaw before wandering out into the living room to resume his empty vigil on the sofa.
Before he could sit down there was a knock at the door so Ianto moved to open it. Jack stood on the other side with a bag of groceries in his hand. Ianto noted with interest that Jack’s bruises had completely gone. Before he could even open his mouth to say anything, Jack launched into an apology, “Ianto, I’m sorry I didn’t come again sooner, we’ve had a bit of an issue at work and we’ve been working none stop to deal with it. You know how it is, but we have it under control now. Needed to use a bit more retcon than I would have liked, but there you go.” Without taking a breath, Jack changed the subject. “Wow, that’s a new look for you.”
“Huh?”
“The beard,” Jack said, reaching out to touch Ianto’s face.
Instinctively Ianto flinched backwards out of the way.
“Not sure I like it to be honest,” Jack said. “I always liked your clean cut butter wouldn’t melt appearance in those gorgeous suits.”
“Yeah, well.” Ianto interrupted him as they both realised what Jack had implied. Ianto’s innocent appearance had hidden a much darker truth.
“Anyway,” Jack said, still studying Ianto’s face. “Is your cheek swollen?”
“Yeah, a bit. I think you broke my tooth,” Ianto stated, without any accusation. He reached to take the bag from Jack, “are you coming in?”
“Yeah,” said Jack, following Ianto into the kitchen. “Have you seen a dentist?”
“I’m not allowed to leave the house, remember? Besides, by the time I actually get an appointment at the dentist it will have stopped hurting.”
“You need to get it looked at. I know a dentist who owes me a favour…”
“Owes you a favour?” Ianto raised a sceptical eyebrow.
“Long story involving a hoix in his waiting room.” Jack said taking the milk out of Ianto’s hand and putting it in the fridge, “now, will you let me phone him?”
“Yes please,” Ianto whispered with a small nod, and something tightened inside his chest with the realisation that Jack, of all people, was looking out for him, “that would be good.”
On to Chapter 20
hc_bingo, ianto_jones, 15, tw_fic, jack_harkness, fic--iantos_journey