Fic: Who needs Romeo and Juliet when you have Jack and Ianto
Who needs Romeo and Juliet when you have Jack and Ianto? 1/?
NB: I wrote this in an english lesson, in which we're studying Romeo and Juliet.
Warnings/Spoilers: None really
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jack/Ianto (who else?)
Summary: Jack comes back
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Jack, or Ianto. Or Jack's coat, which I would love to have.
“You came back” he muttered and glanced up into the crystal blue eyes in front of him. “Yeh I did,” Jack grinned, and extended an arm as if to hug Ianto.
Ianto’s fist connected with Jack’s jaw, and Jack toppled to the ground, clutching at his chin. Gwen and Toshiko gasped, and Owen stepped forward, about to step in, but he was wary of Ianto, who stood taller than him, glaring down at Jack.
“Fuck Off Owen” spat Ianto, and he stormed out, not even sparing a glance at Jack, who lay curled on the cold stone floor of his office. Ianto marched down the corridor, ignoring the pounding in his head, and even worse, the pounding of his heart. He’d hit Jack. Not only had he hit him, he’d knocked him straight to the floor. He reached the reception and walked through the bead curtain, feeling it wash over him but still shaking, his hand still clenched into a fist, droplets of Jack’s blood on his knuckles. He leaned against the wall, trying to will himself to stop trembling, his mouth dry and an empty feeling in his stomach. Jack had come back, for the second time, back from the TARDIS, back from the Doctor. Ianto felt his stomach twist with anger.. no jealousy and he leaned his head back, tears slowly running down his cheeks. Anger had overcome him, he didn’t know what he felt for Jack anymore but he certainly hadn’t meant to hit him that hard. After all he’d been through, losing Lisa and losing Jack, for the first time, when he’d thought he was dead, had been bad enough. He hadn’t eaten for days that time, but at least he’d known that Jack had died a hero’s death, and he’d believed he would come back, eventually. But losing him the second time was even worse, just after Jack had validated their relationship in front of the team, shown how much Ianto meant to him. And then he’d gone, gone with the doctor, without even a word. Ianto had known, as soon as he’d heard the strange, gushing, alien sound from the Hub CCTV, and seen the fading image of a dark blue police box.
He straightened up, took a deep breath and wiped away his tears with a hanky he always kept in his pocket. He adjusted his tie and twisted his cufflinks. He’d have to go back down, see them, see Jack. He took another deep breath and walked briskly down the stairs again, he had to face the music so he’d do it in the only way he knew, just another layer, another feeling hidden behind his tight lipped smile and immaculate suits.
Jack sat in his office chair, his coat still wrapped around his broad shoulders, his head in his hands, his jaw still throbbing slightly from where Ianto had punched him. He hadn’t expected that. Tears, a hug, maybe even a kiss, but not a punch. And somehow it hurt even more just because it was Ianto who’d hit him. He heard footsteps approaching his office door and he looked up, seeing Ianto walking towards him, a cup of coffee in hand. He gave a small smile, grimacing when he felt the blood stretch on his chin. Ianto stepped into the room and Jack looked at him, trying to see past the layers Ianto put up, trying to see through to the thoughts and feelings of the other Ianto, the one he’d missed and the one he’d come back for.
“Coffee Sir” Ianto mumbled and placed the steaming mug in front of him. He stepped back and slipped his hands into his soft warm pockets, still staring determinedly down at the floor.
“Thank you Ianto” Jack said, his tone soft and welcoming.
“Anything else I can do for you Captain?” Ianto asked, still in his low welsh tone, hoping to be dismissed and get away from Jack, before he did something he’d regret later. He knew that when he looked into Jack’s eyes, his insides would light up and a fire would start inside him once more. He was angry; he’d convinced himself, angry at Jack going off with the doctor, angry for jack leaving without saying goodbye.
Jack sighed, a long, heavy sigh that made the hairs on the back of Ianto’s neck stand on end. “Sit down then” “What?” asked Ianto in surprise, forgetting his customary Sir and looking up. That had been a mistake. Jack’s eyes looked warm and inviting. It was what his mum had called puppy dog eyes, before she’d …
“You obviously don’t want to talk to me” Jack said, stating the obvious. A glimmer of confusion, annoyance, passed across Ianto’s face but he quickly covered it, seating himself in the chair opposite Jack, his back tall and straight and his hands clasped on the desk in front of him. “I’m perfectly happy to talk to you, Captain” This time there was a hint of malice , anger in the Captain latched onto the end of Ianto’s blatantly lying reply.
“Ianto what have I done?” asked Jack, his voice lowering and making Ianto’s mouth go dry. Jack reached out a hand and placed it over Ianto’s, a thumb stroking the inside of his wrist.
“I can’t do this now” Ianto said, pulling his hands away and immediately wishing he hadn’t. He’d missed jack’s warm, comforting touch, but he needed to work out how he felt, he couldn’t just let him straight back in. Jack’s face crumpled, and Ianto almost gave in, but pushed his hands onto his knees and raised himself up, avoiding Jack’s stare. “I can’t” he said again, his voice shaking, and he walked out of the office.”
NB: I wrote this in an english lesson, in which we're studying Romeo and Juliet.
Warnings/Spoilers: None really
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jack/Ianto (who else?)
Summary: Jack comes back
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Jack, or Ianto. Or Jack's coat, which I would love to have.
“You came back” he muttered and glanced up into the crystal blue eyes in front of him. “Yeh I did,” Jack grinned, and extended an arm as if to hug Ianto.
Ianto’s fist connected with Jack’s jaw, and Jack toppled to the ground, clutching at his chin. Gwen and Toshiko gasped, and Owen stepped forward, about to step in, but he was wary of Ianto, who stood taller than him, glaring down at Jack.
“Fuck Off Owen” spat Ianto, and he stormed out, not even sparing a glance at Jack, who lay curled on the cold stone floor of his office. Ianto marched down the corridor, ignoring the pounding in his head, and even worse, the pounding of his heart. He’d hit Jack. Not only had he hit him, he’d knocked him straight to the floor. He reached the reception and walked through the bead curtain, feeling it wash over him but still shaking, his hand still clenched into a fist, droplets of Jack’s blood on his knuckles. He leaned against the wall, trying to will himself to stop trembling, his mouth dry and an empty feeling in his stomach. Jack had come back, for the second time, back from the TARDIS, back from the Doctor. Ianto felt his stomach twist with anger.. no jealousy and he leaned his head back, tears slowly running down his cheeks. Anger had overcome him, he didn’t know what he felt for Jack anymore but he certainly hadn’t meant to hit him that hard. After all he’d been through, losing Lisa and losing Jack, for the first time, when he’d thought he was dead, had been bad enough. He hadn’t eaten for days that time, but at least he’d known that Jack had died a hero’s death, and he’d believed he would come back, eventually. But losing him the second time was even worse, just after Jack had validated their relationship in front of the team, shown how much Ianto meant to him. And then he’d gone, gone with the doctor, without even a word. Ianto had known, as soon as he’d heard the strange, gushing, alien sound from the Hub CCTV, and seen the fading image of a dark blue police box.
He straightened up, took a deep breath and wiped away his tears with a hanky he always kept in his pocket. He adjusted his tie and twisted his cufflinks. He’d have to go back down, see them, see Jack. He took another deep breath and walked briskly down the stairs again, he had to face the music so he’d do it in the only way he knew, just another layer, another feeling hidden behind his tight lipped smile and immaculate suits.
Jack sat in his office chair, his coat still wrapped around his broad shoulders, his head in his hands, his jaw still throbbing slightly from where Ianto had punched him. He hadn’t expected that. Tears, a hug, maybe even a kiss, but not a punch. And somehow it hurt even more just because it was Ianto who’d hit him. He heard footsteps approaching his office door and he looked up, seeing Ianto walking towards him, a cup of coffee in hand. He gave a small smile, grimacing when he felt the blood stretch on his chin. Ianto stepped into the room and Jack looked at him, trying to see past the layers Ianto put up, trying to see through to the thoughts and feelings of the other Ianto, the one he’d missed and the one he’d come back for.
“Coffee Sir” Ianto mumbled and placed the steaming mug in front of him. He stepped back and slipped his hands into his soft warm pockets, still staring determinedly down at the floor.
“Thank you Ianto” Jack said, his tone soft and welcoming.
“Anything else I can do for you Captain?” Ianto asked, still in his low welsh tone, hoping to be dismissed and get away from Jack, before he did something he’d regret later. He knew that when he looked into Jack’s eyes, his insides would light up and a fire would start inside him once more. He was angry; he’d convinced himself, angry at Jack going off with the doctor, angry for jack leaving without saying goodbye.
Jack sighed, a long, heavy sigh that made the hairs on the back of Ianto’s neck stand on end. “Sit down then” “What?” asked Ianto in surprise, forgetting his customary Sir and looking up. That had been a mistake. Jack’s eyes looked warm and inviting. It was what his mum had called puppy dog eyes, before she’d …
“You obviously don’t want to talk to me” Jack said, stating the obvious. A glimmer of confusion, annoyance, passed across Ianto’s face but he quickly covered it, seating himself in the chair opposite Jack, his back tall and straight and his hands clasped on the desk in front of him. “I’m perfectly happy to talk to you, Captain” This time there was a hint of malice , anger in the Captain latched onto the end of Ianto’s blatantly lying reply.
“Ianto what have I done?” asked Jack, his voice lowering and making Ianto’s mouth go dry. Jack reached out a hand and placed it over Ianto’s, a thumb stroking the inside of his wrist.
“I can’t do this now” Ianto said, pulling his hands away and immediately wishing he hadn’t. He’d missed jack’s warm, comforting touch, but he needed to work out how he felt, he couldn’t just let him straight back in. Jack’s face crumpled, and Ianto almost gave in, but pushed his hands onto his knees and raised himself up, avoiding Jack’s stare. “I can’t” he said again, his voice shaking, and he walked out of the office.”