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.