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Tweak says, "Whatcha gonna do about it?"

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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ex_notethest397
2009-03-22 09:45 pm UTC (link)

Ianto wasn't the only one trying to stifle that desire. No one said no to him -- Jack was too used to a smile and a wink being enough to get any species into bed with him. Hell, not even a full smile, just that infernal quirked smile of his. So why the hell was Ianto standing so far away from him?

"Carnal acts? Why thank you Mr Tact," Jack said with a snort. "Yes, we have. On many, many occasions. Most interesting was when you were a woman. I can say with certainty that I prefer you this way."

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notjusteyecandy
2009-03-22 09:49 pm UTC (link)

"Jack, I don't think you're feeling very well," Ianto said, trying valiantly to ignore the hot flush spreading across his cheeks. "I still don't fully understand what's happened to us or where the Rift's sent us, but I think it's... affected you somehow. I promise you, none of that has happened. We just sent Hart back through the Rift NOT handcuffed to Gwen. What you're proposing simply couldn't have happened."

He walked up to Jack and laid a clinical hand on his forehead to see if the Captain was suffering from a fever. "I'm no Owen-- thank God-- but I don't think you're febrile. Have you experienced any other sort of symptoms?" Other than delusion?, he didn't add out loud. "Hold up, is Owen here? Has he checked you out?" His fingertips lingered against Jack's forehead for just a moment too long and then he removed his hand.

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ex_notethest397
2009-03-22 09:51 pm UTC (link)

Oh how Jack loved the way a flush spread across Ianto's cheeks. His hand curled into a fist in the attempt to keep from brushing his fingers along those cheekbones. Lips drawn into a thin line, Jack watched Ianto carefully. Speaking of being deluded...

"I'm completely fine," Jack said, shrugging slightly then refolding his arms in front of himself. "Nothing wrong with me in the slightest. Remember that whole thing about perfection?" Another disarming smile. "John left on his own accord. The thing with him and Gwen was about a year ago." So, what the hell was going on here?

At last the space between them closed once more and Jack subconsciously leaned into that light touch. Sheer force of will kept him from turning his head to kiss Ianto's palm, but then the hand was removed and Jack stood, watching Ianto carefully. "No, Owen isn't here." A fond smile graced his lips. "But Rose and the Doctor are."

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notjusteyecandy
2009-03-22 09:56 pm UTC (link)

What was it that Jack had once said about 51st century pheromones? Apparently he had them amped up especially right now. Ianto retreated a few steps back, feeling light-headed. "Perfect, apart from that bit about your head being rather larger than it should be," he quipped, trying to regain equilibrium. This just didn't make sense. "A year ago? How is this possible? How is any of this possible?" He gestured expansively.

"And who the hell is Rose?" The Doctor... well, Ianto knew who that was by reputation, of course. Not to mention that he'd taken Jack out of Ianto's-- no, out of all of their lives for a full year. Curiosity aside, Ianto was not exactly impressed with the man. Being. Whatever.

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ex_notethest397
2009-03-22 09:59 pm UTC (link)

There was no amping up of pheromones at the present, just one-hundred percent pure Jack. Back and forth they seemed to be moving in some strange dance that Jack had thought they'd gotten past. Apparently they were back to square one again. "But it happened," Jack insisted. He stepped forward, hands flying to Ianto's chest, undoing the tie and starting to unbutton Ianto's shirt before the other man could protest. Jack tugged on the collar, exposing a bit of shoulder, frowning when he saw no scar on his shoulder.

"Oh no. There's supposed to be a scar there," Jack said, jabbing at the skin with a finger. "Small, but there." Jack lifted his head, taking a step back from him. His hand came to rest over his holster, not drawing the Webly, but close to it. "All right. So who are you? Impressive impersonation..." Jack paused. "And, to answer your question, Rose was the Doctor's companion," Jack said, interrupting the train of conversation momentarily. "Now, as I was asking -- who are you?"

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