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capt_harkness (capt_harkness) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-10-06 21:07:00

Entry tags:

!active, day 25, ianto jones, jack harkness, location: museum

WHO: Jack Harkness & Ianto Jones
WHAT: Let's see how long they can both repress. Ready, set... go.
WHERE: primarily the museum.
WHEN: Day 25; 13:13
RATING: no comment
STATUS: incomplete

And now they were back to Vas Captio and the only 'change' in the place was the roads were paved and there were now street lamps. Whoop-dee-doo. So that's why all of them got sent "home" for a bit and then got dumped back here. Who gave a shit about paved streets? Jack certainly didn't.

He was deposited back in the centre of town and had made a beeline for the museum. It was frigid cold and Jack was glad he had his greatcoat to curl under -- and was glad Ianto had the duplicate. Hopefully there would be some form of heat in the museum, but that was going to be asking for too much, wasn't it? Jack sighed, gathering up some pieces of wood and long-since faded artwork and set about to creating a fire.

Great. It had taken him about two thousand years to almost have the memories of his family and the Boeshane Peninsula buried. Now look at what happened.

Worst of all, there was no Ianto. Jack could only shudder thinking of where he could have been sent to.

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capt_harkness
2009-10-07 01:25 am UTC (link)

They needed this, they truly did. Jack hands skirted up and down Ianto's back idly, eyes looking at nothing in particular. What was it about this place that that decided to destroy them so completely? Was it a result of their conversation of the other day? The whole 'we're doing well here' -- so as a result the Management had to so completely fuck with them?

Jack swallowed, realising from Ianto's reaction that he had spoken aloud. He clenched his jaw, refusing to look at Ianto for a very long time. "She never said the words, but the way she asked where Gray was..." Jack closed his eyes, fingers running up Ianto's back to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. "Well, at least one person is. For the longest time I thought my immortality was a curse. Mocking me for letting Gray be taken."

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madeinwales
2009-10-07 01:25 am UTC (link)

Ianto listened at the soft, edged words for a while, let Jack play with his hair for a while, just lay there for a while. He gave comfort without asking Jack a million questions, took comfort without offering answers. He really had none. All they could do now was bind up their wounds and be miserable together over the past.

After a while, he murmured, "As horrible at your curse is, without it I wouldn't know you. There is some good, then. I meant what I said, too. It's not so bad, here, because of you." They were eating granola and twinkies and there was no coffee and they were washing with rainwater Ianto caught in trash bins, but he wasn't miserable. Even with the mental wounds of Canary Wharf fresh in his mind.

It meant he'd be very jumpy for a while and have a tendency to look over his shoulder, but, this time, there was Jack. He was Ianto's meaning.

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capt_harkness
2009-10-07 01:26 am UTC (link)

This was one of the many reasons that Jack loved Ianto as much as he did -- because Ianto never pressed Jack or made him talk about that which he didn't want to talk about. Right now, he'd said more than he ever thought he would and had no desire to speak about it anymore. At least, not now. Jack just wanted to curl up with his lover: to hold and to be held by him.

Jack closed his eyes, stiffening ever so slightly at Ianto's words. "And I wouldn't know you either," Jack said softly, kissing the top of Ianto's head. "But still... I still thought it was. And then when everything happened with Gray and John? I thought I'd accepted everything then I questioned it all again." Jack sighed, hands sliding down to gently rub Ianto's back. "Though, to be honest, if I had my way... I'd send you home if I could so you wouldn't have to go through all of this."

He took the comfort Ianto gave and pushed his own pain back down. Right now, he'd distract himself by taking care of Ianto. "How are you, lover? Truly."

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madeinwales
2009-10-07 02:02 pm UTC (link)

To be held and to hold. That, there, felt like the best possible thing for all of this. The only thing better would be to be holed up in Jack's bunker, nice and safe and snug.

"If I could go back, I think I would, even if it meant leaving you here, behind. I could move heaven and earth to get you and the rest out of here from outside. I'd make UNIT help and the rest of the bloody world. I'd get you out." His arms tightened, though. He'd leave, if he could safely, but he wouldn't like it. Not one bit. The entire time he'd get little to no sleep, driving himself on until he got everyone safe again. Until he got Jack safe again.

How was he? Truly? Ianto sat for a moment, listening to Jack's heart beat and thinking about the question. How was he. He was drowning under guilt for a battle he had no choices in and wondering if it would have been best if those twenty eight survivors would have been better off casualties with the rest of the tower. The Doctor was right. Ianto hated that. "I'll be fine," he murmured. "We'll both be fine."

Repression was a lovely thing.

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