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capt_harkness ([info]capt_harkness) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-12-07 19:38:00

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WHO: Jack & Ianto
WHAT: Thinking Ianto's (hopefully) asleep, Jack goes to see him.
WHERE: The gym
WHEN: 19:33
RATING: For once... the rating won't be high because of smut.
STATUS: In progress.


Outside of a few distractions, Jack had spent the majority of the day wandering the perimeter of the dome. Box. Whatever. Nothing had changed since the last time he was out here, though Jack could hear the tinkle of noise from the carnival in certain areas. He practically destroyed his right hand, trying to break through with brute force. He knew it was going to be pointless, but it didn't stop him from putting the full weight behind each punch.

Unfortunately, the wounds healed far too quickly for his liking.

Jack didn't think he had any right to see Ianto -- he knew he had apologised, even as he tied him down to the machine. But still, Jack didn't think he had any right to see him. As was always the case, those who were closest to Jack tended to wind up injured or dead. For over a hundred years, Jack had tried to believe he was different than the Doctor. But in the end, he wasn't. Jack should just be the Lonely Captain and get used to it.

Only problem was, that wasn't Jack. Jack didn't live the solitary life. Jack lived life surrounded by people, lover of the flesh and everything in between. Vas Captio, however, was changing Jack Harkness... and not for the better.

Snow was beginning to fall as Jack trudged back from the outer areas of Vas Captio and made his way to the gym. Hopefully by now Ianto would be sleeping and Jack could see him without feeling guiltier. He slipped silently into the gym -- not realising that was where the food was. Well, fuck.

Trying as best as he could to be completely inconspicuous, Jack managed to find his way to Ianto's cot. Sleeping. Thank god. Jack said nothing, merely settled on the floor next to Ianto and watched him sleep.

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[info]madeinwales
2009-12-08 04:29 pm UTC (link)
The snow tended to muffle things, making the whole place seem a lot more peaceful than it really was. The drugs tended to muffle Ianto's mind, making him seem a lot more wounded than he really was. The cuts he sported were nasty, but once they were stitched up and taken care of, it really wasn't all that bad.

It still hurt, though.

Someone was kind enough to find him clothing to wear, since his had been cut to ribbons, and people had brought him food all through the day so that he was stuffed. Between that and the blankets and the drugs, he should be sleeping the sleep of the sated, but dreams had a way of changing that. At least Ianto came awake with a sigh and not a scream. It took him a moment, but he realized a pair of pained blue eyes were watching him, so he smiled sleepily, pushing away the nightmares, and reached out to touch at Jack's hand. To let him know silently that he was awake.

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[info]capt_harkness
2009-12-08 05:01 pm UTC (link)
Would have been nice if Jack could have seen the snow in the same manner. As it was, it was just yet another annoyance here in Vas Captio. The cuts were nasty, even if they had been treated. The worst part was knowing that he helped cause those cuts and most likely, they wouldn't completely heal. Coupled with the tattoo that was still on his arm, there were some things that Jack wanted to put in his memory box and lock them away. Problem was seeing scars and tattoos brought the memories back.

What he wouldn't give for a dose of retcon right about now.

The hand touching his, however, was a bit of a surprise. Jack started, almost scuttling backwards.

"You should be asleep," Jack said, his tone more 'Captain-esque' than concerned lover. "I should go. I didn't want to wake you."

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[info]madeinwales
2009-12-09 12:44 pm UTC (link)
Ianto's fingers caught at Jack's cuff, holding tight and blinking sleepily up at the Captain. "You didn't," he replied but didn't let go. "I .. it's like after the Beacons. I'll sleep a bit, then wake up. I'll be right as rain in a week or so."

So Jack was still blaming himself. Ianto wasn't really surprised. Actually, he expected that Jack had more than likely found the tallest thing he could to stand upon and brood. "That wasn't you," he said, too tired and sore and miserable to dance around the subject. "I know you and that wasn't you."

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[info]capt_harkness
2009-12-09 04:24 pm UTC (link)
"You Welsh," Jack said fondly, shaking his head. "Repress, repress, repress. It's an art form with you lot." Because even after a century and change in Cardiff, Jack still didn't consider himself to be Welsh. For one, he didn't speak the language and after a hundred years? He should at least know a few words. Not bitch that the zoo misspelled 'tigre'.

Yes, Jack was blaming himself. And would be for quite some time, even in spite of his talk with the Doctor earlier. Jack let himself be tugged back down and settled on the floor beside Ianto's bed once more. Still, he didn't touch Ianto in return. "You know me -- but I still did it. When it counted I couldn't break that control, Ianto."

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[info]madeinwales
2009-12-10 02:59 pm UTC (link)
Ianto shook his head gently and pulled Jack's hand in a bit closer, to assure him that Jack wouldn't leave. It wouldn't surprise him one bit if Jack up and left and made himself scarce for a week or so. It was general Jack MO. The thing was, Ianto wasn't very certain he could deal with that. Things were frayed so thin here. One more thing like that and he was afraid he'd snap. "You fought against the control," he murmured. "You fought. I felt you fighting."

After a moment, Ianto looked up at Jack and shrugged carefully. "Look. You .. forgave me for the mess with .. with Lisa. And that was my fault. I can forgive you this. This isn't even your fault. It's what lovers do."

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[info]capt_harkness
2009-12-10 08:09 pm UTC (link)
God, how well Ianto knew his Captain. Jack did want to run and brood for a while, coming back to Ianto when he felt like he had given enough penance. Of course, the one thing that Jack failed to realise was that Ianto might have needed Jack near him. Jack, however, was too hell-bent on thinking that Ianto would hate him. No one ever said Jack was fully logical in all things. Jack slid closer to Ianto, realising that he wasn't going to be able to run away from the other man.

"I forgave you because you looked good in a suit," Jack replied, though they both knew that wasn't the full reason. Jack looked down, staring into Ianto's crystal eyes and felt something break inside him. Someone who had such absolute and complete trust in him... just like Michael. Just like Greg.

Just like all of them.

"Suppose it is," Jack replied, though he didn't sound completely convinced either. Finally, though, Jack dropped his head and lightly kissed Ianto's forehead. "I still did it. Even if I wasn't in my right mind, I still hurt you. I'm so sorry, Ianto."

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[info]madeinwales
2009-12-15 12:22 pm UTC (link)
Ianto shrugged a bit, looking up at Jack through dazed and slightly loopy eyes. "It'll be alright," he reassurred Jack, even if he wasn't sure of that fact himself. Ianto let his hand wander, touching lightly at the mess of Jack's hair, his cheek, his shoulder. "That wasn't you. I know you. That wasn't you."

He shrugged again, slightly. "It's been alright. People have been turning up to visit, bringing me things off the table, stuffing me silly. Stay for a bit?"

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[info]capt_harkness
2009-12-19 04:37 pm UTC (link)
"Yes, it will be all right," Jack replied, lying through his teeth. If there was anything Jack could do well... It was lie. But in this case, the lying would help. Jack closed his eyes for a moment turning his head to lightly kiss Ianto's palm. "How is it you have so much faith in me?" Jack asked softly. "How?"

Nodding, Jack shrugged out of the greatcoat and draped it over Ianto's lower body. "Something tells me you don't need me to get you any food, yeah?"

Here was the evidence Jack was still blaming himself: he missed the blatant sexual joke in reference to Ianto being 'stuffed'.

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