Agent Fox Mulder (i_want_2) wrote in multi_fiction, @ 2010-01-28 18:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | rated: general, slash, torchwood |
Fic: Ticking Away 1/1 Torchwood
Title: Ticking Away.
Author: Lopaka Tanu
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood.
Characters: Ianto
Words: 378
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Ianto/Jack
Rating: General
Warnings: Angst
Summary: Tonight is their date night.
Author's Note: Spoilers for 2x01 - Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang.
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The ticking of the clock filled the empty living room. Under the mantle clock lay the fireplace, filled with the makings of a fire. On the table across the room sat two candle sticks unlit. From the kitchen came the smells of long cooled food.
Everything had been set, it was supposed to be perfect. Tonight was planned out over a week in advance. The cooking had taken a little longer than expected, but everything else was perfect. There had just been one thing missing.
Looking to the clock, Ianto checked the time for the fifteenth time in the last half hour. It had not moved faster despite his willing it to do so. The hands wouldn't go backwards either.
He just had to face it. Jack wasn't coming. Again.
Running a hand down his tie, he tried not to sigh. This was partially his fault, the disappointment was all his anyways. Jack had been blackmailed in to the date after all.
It wasn't Jack's fault the only person he wanted to spend time with was engaged. Settling for Ianto was second best. So, if he didn't feel like keeping a date, then he could hardly be blamed.
Ianto wasn't sure what he had been expecting. All they had was just sex. Great sex, but still, just sex. Wasn't like the man had bloody well proposed to... Biting his lip, he had to look up.
This was Jack. He did things like this all the time. Was just the way he was.
Standing up from the table, Ianto put a hand on it to steady his rise. The china had long lost the heat from the wash. He supposed he had best put them away. Didn't want them getting dirty after the scouring he had given them.
Breathing deeply reminded him that there was still food in the kitchen. He had to put that up soon. The time was late enough that he should be going to bed quickly. Now that Jack was back he had to get up earlier than he had been to make sure everything ran smoothly.
Marching resolutely past the kitchen, he headed in to the living room. He rounded the couch and went directly for the stairs. Ianto was tired. So bloody tired.
THE END......................