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Tweak says, "haha ur mom did it"

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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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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