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capt_harkness (capt_harkness) wrote in vas_captio_rpg, @ 2009-05-29 01:13:00

WHO: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones
WHAT: Well it's been a long, been a long, been a long day.
WHERE: Museum
WHEN: Day 8, late evening
RATING: R-ish
STATUS: active


Jack was bone-weary once he finally found his way back to the museum. Between the 'death-off' (which at least Ianto couldn't be too pissed at him, right?) and the meeting with his clone, Jack had reached his limit of 'strange-ness' for the day. At least he was fairly certain he had the compound perfected. Wasn't pressurised like it should be, but the small misting bottles he found in the pharmacy should at least do the trick. It had proven effective when Jack had tried it against one of the Weevils a few hours ago, and that was good enough for him.

But now, all he wanted was to curl up with Ianto.

And, as apparently he had to clarify, his Ianto. Jack was hoping it was his waiting for him back in the museum, not that he couldn't tell which man was his. All it would take was another kiss. Heading into the room he had claimed as his own -- and had happily accepted Ianto into -- Jack wearily entered, looking for Ianto. "I'm too damn tired to play games. If it's the clone or the other Ianto, just say so. And if it is, clear out as I was here first."