Ianto Jones (cardiffcoffee) wrote in new_worlds, @ 2010-08-28 23:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | ianto jones, martha jones |
Who: Ianto and Martha
What: Meeting and Talking
When: Backdated to a few days after this
Where: the Hub, Cardiff
Rating: PG13? May change.
Status: In progress.
Ianto hadn't really spoken to anybody since he and Jack had found out what had happened. He been working about as usual, but also sidetracked by his... or should he say, this verse's original Ianto's diary. He'd read through it twice already, but as he leaned against the tourist office counter and reread the section regarding his first night with Jack he felt the shivers go through his spine all over again. He knew his own voice and intent in the written word, so it was like he was feeling the emotions all over again when he read about them now, even though he'd never had the authentic experience.
The old entries seemed to imply that he and this Ianto were more or less exactly the same person. All of the entries were as he remembered writing them, all of the experiences and conclusions the same. If this was an alternate universe it was hard to figure out what was alternative about it. Well, till he got to the last year.
Ianto leaned back in his seat, wondering how it actually felt to have the American's hands on you, to have him look at you and smile like you were the most beautiful thing on the planet. He'd written about it in such detail, with such enjoyment, even though he admitted to himself he knew it was only in the moment, that if anything happened, if anything interrupted, Jack just went back to being the Captain. Still, for those moments, it seemed to be worth it. If you got to those moments, that was.
Ianto put the diary down and folded his hands on his lap, wondering what Jack thought of him. Probably just didn't like him, and didn't want to bother trying to get close to him again. He'd already expressed scorn for him as he was; and even if he wasn't penalized from being so near to his most troubled time at Torchwood, there was the very real possibility that Jack would have had nothing to do with him anyway, wanting the other Ianto. It was all just pointing to the likelihood Ianto would never experience what his older self had, and the thought tore at him in a way that was quite unsettling. He couldn't even pinpoint exactly why he felt jealous.