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Leave things long enough, they'll always come to a head...
Characters: Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones
Rating: R for language
Trigger Warnings: None anticipated
Location: Jack and Ianto’s cottage (3W)
Day and Time: Monday 4 July, late evening
Status:Closed Completed
Things were beyond tense at home, so Jack spent as much time as humanly possible out of the house. Today, he’d occupied himself working on the office building he’d been fitting up as the new jailhouse, and when he was done there, in the evening, he’d gone on to work on the playroom he was setting up in the basement of a smaller building opposite the back of Fangtastic. He'd spent the evening moving a dismantled bedframe into his basement (with the help of a trolley from the supermarket) and putting it back together again – single-handedly, because there was no way he was asking Ianto for help and he was reluctant to ask Eric either, since Eric had so much work of his own to do on Fangtastic. And also because if he did it all himself, he could call it his room and make it suitable to bring back people other than Eric too.
Not that there seemed to be many people other than Eric to bring anywhere at the moment. A lot of the people he might have thought of bringing there had vanished in recent weeks and most of the newcomers he was aware of seemed everso young.
Still, it felt good to be creating his own personal space somewhere. Even if it did make it harder, at the end of the evening – tired from the physical exertion and pissed off at Ike for the loss of everything he'd had at the last place – to head back home to the space that wasn't his any more.
"Hi honey, I'm home," he called as he walked in the door of the cottage and hung up his coat, his tone superficially light but there was real mockery of their domestic situation beneath it. They were still being overly polite to each other and refusing to talk about how they really felt. Well, Jack was, at any rate. He suspected Ianto would be happier to 'talk' than he was, and that made him all the more determined not to let himself be drawn into it.
There were some things Captain Jack Harkness just didn't know how to face.
Rating: R for language
Trigger Warnings: None anticipated
Location: Jack and Ianto’s cottage (3W)
Day and Time: Monday 4 July, late evening
Status:
Things were beyond tense at home, so Jack spent as much time as humanly possible out of the house. Today, he’d occupied himself working on the office building he’d been fitting up as the new jailhouse, and when he was done there, in the evening, he’d gone on to work on the playroom he was setting up in the basement of a smaller building opposite the back of Fangtastic. He'd spent the evening moving a dismantled bedframe into his basement (with the help of a trolley from the supermarket) and putting it back together again – single-handedly, because there was no way he was asking Ianto for help and he was reluctant to ask Eric either, since Eric had so much work of his own to do on Fangtastic. And also because if he did it all himself, he could call it his room and make it suitable to bring back people other than Eric too.
Not that there seemed to be many people other than Eric to bring anywhere at the moment. A lot of the people he might have thought of bringing there had vanished in recent weeks and most of the newcomers he was aware of seemed everso young.
Still, it felt good to be creating his own personal space somewhere. Even if it did make it harder, at the end of the evening – tired from the physical exertion and pissed off at Ike for the loss of everything he'd had at the last place – to head back home to the space that wasn't his any more.
"Hi honey, I'm home," he called as he walked in the door of the cottage and hung up his coat, his tone superficially light but there was real mockery of their domestic situation beneath it. They were still being overly polite to each other and refusing to talk about how they really felt. Well, Jack was, at any rate. He suspected Ianto would be happier to 'talk' than he was, and that made him all the more determined not to let himself be drawn into it.
There were some things Captain Jack Harkness just didn't know how to face.