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madeinwales ([info]madeinwales) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-08-11 22:43:00

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Entry tags:!complete, day 18, ianto jones, jack harkness, location: museum

Day 18 - before dawn
Who: Ianto Jones and Jack Harkness
What: Coming home
Where: The museum
When: Day 18, before dawn
Rating: PG-13 to R?
Status: Active

They had been dropped back before the sun had even begun its climb up into the sky (or day had been dialed in, Ianto thought) and Ianto was knackered and a bit heartsore, though he couldn't really say why.  Not the heartsore bit, at least. 

The replica coat swirled round his ankles as he walked carefully, new shoes shiny in what little light there was.  It was enough to find the museum, at least, and to slip inside towards the room he shared with Jack.  Belatedly, he wondered what they had been told about the day's experiments, if they had been told anything at all.  God, he hoped that everyone knew that they were alright.

Ianto knocked before pushing the door open and wearily called out, "Jack, it's me, it's over.  I'm back.  ..Jack?"

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[info]madeinwales
2009-08-12 07:09 pm UTC (link)
Ianto paced, fingertips against the wall and free hand against his stomach. At one point, he loosened his tie and undid a couple of buttons so he could breathe a bit better. He felt a bit like it had been a couple of years ago, when everything had been tentive and careful, when Ianto had feelings for Jack and couldn't act on them and nearly destroyed everything for love of a woman.

Given that Jack had brought up Lisa, it wasn't surprising that this time was heavy on his mind, was it?

He paused in the corner, shoulder to the wall, and looked over at Jack, eyes sweeping up and down smooth planes. "We woke up in beds," he said, unwilling to answer Jack's question. "In a sealed off apartment. Rather like Big Brother. Little beds and showers and a stocked kitchen. No windows, no journals. All we did was wait. Shannon cried because she thought... she thought that she was a curse. That people died because of her. And all I could do was hold her and offer tea. And now you don't believe I'm me and I don't even have the tea." Useless, Jones. Utterly useless. "I wish we had the mind probe. I'd submit to it in a second."

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[info]capt_harkness
2009-08-12 08:07 pm UTC (link)
To be quite honest, Jack wasn't sure why he was still sitting in Ianto's side of the bed and talking this rationally (or as rationally as Jack could manage at the present) with the clone. And then there was that whole nagging feeling in the back of Jack's mind that he was not going to give voice to. No, not yet.

Jack's head moved just enough to follow Ianto's progress around the room as he paced. "That doesn't answer my question," Jack snapped, drawing his lips into a thin line. It did, however, further bring any and all of Jack's doubts into question. Damn you. Leave me be. Please. Jack's jaw clenched, trying to push aside the naggling feelings of doubt. "Tea?" Jack arched a brow. "If you wanted to offer me comfort it'd be coffee and not tea."

The problem with this was that Jack didn't do benefit of the doubts. Still, he found himself speaking in spite of of his lack of want to give into misgivings. "If I said my psychic abilities were just fine, what would I be seeing?" Jack's skills were decent, part of the training from the Agency -- only his mind tended to wander more often than naught.

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[info]madeinwales
2009-08-12 08:22 pm UTC (link)
"She's more of a tea drinker," Ianto explained. "I haven't coffee, either. Put some in my pockets, but my pockets are empty." Ianto shook his head at Jack's snapped retort, then looked down at his shoes for a moment. He was too tired to deal with this well, he knew. And he had to watch every word he said, right now.

"You should believe me because you couldn't live with yourself if you were wrong. And if you were in my mind, you'd see .. me. How I feel and how I hate admitting it. It's not bad, how I feel. Just .. rather like .. I don't want to jinx things." He looked over his shoulder again. "You would see loyalty. Frustration. Guilt. Or did you mean specific things?"

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