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notethestripes (ex_notethest397) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-03-22 22:07:00

Entry tags:

complete, day three, ianto jones, jack harkness

WHO: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones
WHAT: well, well, look what the Rift dragged in.
WHEN: Day Three, Late Evening
WHERE: in the hall, outside Jack's dormitory
STATUS: complete!
RATING: PG

For Jack Harkness, it had been a rather full day. First there was the meeting of the elf (Legolas, Jack fondly remembered) and... oh... Jack smiled fondly. His Doctor. His Doctor was here, wherever here was. But having the Doctor and Rose here? There was nothing on Earth (or any other universe he'd found himself in for that matter) that could top it.

No, there was one thing.

Jack paused outside his door, closing his eyes for the briefest of moments. It wasn't that he had forgotten him (how could he, really?) -- but with all the excitement of the few days? Well... Jack rested his forehead against the door to his dormitory. With everything that had happened, Jack's stomach twisted uncomfortably. What was going on in Cardiff? How were they faring?

Ianto...

Sighing, Jack slipped his key into the lock. No chance of going home and no way of knowing how they were doing. Like the last time he'd been taken, but at least then Jack knew all he would have to do would be to ask the Doctor to go back to Cardiff. Now, there was no hope of return. Fucking fantastic.

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notjusteyecandy
2009-03-22 09:37 pm UTC (link)

Ianto tried to think of any instances in the archives where people's fantasies-- was he really Jack's fantasy?-- had taken over their conscious minds. Apart from quite regular dementia, he couldn't place any.

Also, perhaps he shouldn't be subtly stroking Jack's... really quite nice pectoral just now. It was undermining his argument, not to mention his thought processes. "Jack, none of those things happened. I think perhaps... whatever it was that brought us here has accelerated your... um. Desires." His voice was already a steady baritone, but on the word 'desires' it dropped down an extra half-octave into an involuntary growl. "You only just asked me out before that mess with your dear friend John. There hasn't been time for any other shenanigans."

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