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Tweak says, "Darkside something something."

capt_harkness (capt_harkness) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-11 22:53:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 10, ianto jones, jack harkness, location: gym, open

WHO: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones & Open [if a doctor wants to swing by]
WHAT: The end of the day, Jack needs a break from Hero-duty.
WHEN: 22:00
WHERE: The Gym
RATING: TBA
STATUS: Active

Walking through town, helping as many as he could, by the end of the night, Jack had reached the point of exhaustion. He slowly walked through the darkened town, once more getting the strange feeling he had while with Gambit. Even before the earthquake there had been an odd feeling about this place, now, with the silence, Jack was worried. If this had been Cardiff, he would have shaken it off, helped who he could and went back to the Hub to 'sleep' it off.

But here? It was a veritable unknown. There was no tech to take readings, no way of knowing what was coming next. At least in the Hub, they had some sort of warning when something was about to happen when the Rift monitor went off. Here? There weren't even sirens to let them know a quake was coming. What was next? Typhoon? Tornado?

He looked up at the dark sky, knowing the glass cage was above and felt like a caged animal, placed somewhere to be observed. Jack breathed in, lowering his head and headed in the direction of the gym. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to see Ianto. Between the conversations with the Insider and hearing Gray's voice in the void, it was safe to say that Jack wasn't on his game. He'd been able to distract himself playing hero, but no longer. Now, all Jack had were his thoughts. It was strange feeling like he had to depend on someone -- Jack was the strong one. Not weak.

Well, everyone could have an off-day, right?

Hands shoved deep into his pockets, he made his way inside the rubble of the gym, glancing at the injured parties and hoping the doctors were handling things. He'd be around to help, but right now, Jack needed time to himself. And that meant finding Ianto.

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capt_harkness
2009-06-14 02:05 pm UTC (link)

Knowing how they both were in the face of any dangerous situation, Jack knew Ianto had to be as tense as he was. Jack flicked his glance towards the arm and sighed, wondering if he had been a bit quicker if Ianto would have gotten off easier. Sighing, Jack clasped his hands in front of him, nails digging into the backs of his hands. Taking care of his team -- even if it was a team of one right now, that was Jack's role.

Right now, he never felt more helpless.

"The game changed. Weather being at their whims was one thing, but to deliberately hurt captives? It's something else entirely." Jack had flashes to his own past, the creatures that had invaded his homeland and quickly suppressed it. "I don't know if there is a way to anticipate. They control everything so anything that happens would be at a whim."

Jack shrugged, forcing a smile to his face. "Me? Never better. Running off and saving people? I'm in my glory." There was, however, a look on his face that belied Jack's words.

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madeinwales
2009-06-15 09:26 pm UTC (link)

Ianto reached for Jack's hands, one by one peeling his fingers and starting up a one handed sort of massage, trying to will Jack to relax by touch alone. More than anything, he wanted to be able to strip Jack down and give him a real massage, but that'd have to wait until they could get someplace a bit more private.

"Good, then you don't mind staying here for a bit," he said, speaking to the look on Jack's face instead of what came out of his mouth. "Because bugger all if I can sleep what with all the noise." Which was entirely untrue, but Ianto wasn't going to admit that the real reason was nightmares and pain. He was refusing painkillers, which was typical for the man. But then, he didn't think he warranted morphine. Just paracetamol.

"I could use the company." His fingers tightened briefly.

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capt_harkness
2009-06-16 11:57 pm UTC (link)

Though his hands were firmly clasped together, Jack still allowed for his hands to be moved apart, gaze fixed on the dirty floor as Ianto rubbed one hand and then the other. The bit of contact was a relief, though Jack would never admit it. He was bone-weary tired, a feeling he didn't often have, and wanted nothing more than to find a cot and sleep for a couple hours.

"No, I don't mind staying," Jack replied, forcing a half-hearted smile to his face. Ianto could always read him so well, even when Jack was trying to play the big man on campus, Ianto could read his motives better than anyone else. "Well, maybe should see if you can get something from one of the Doctors. It'll help you sleep I'm sure."

Jack looked down at their intertwined hands and smiled softly. "You have the company, Ianto." Rising, he settled himself on the floor by Ianto's make-shift cot, his chin resting on the other man's knee; the simplicity of their touch speaking volumes for the way Jack was feeling at the present.

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madeinwales
2009-06-17 08:05 am UTC (link)

Oh, it had to be bad for Jack to be sitting like this. Ianto's hand moved from their hands to Jack's face, tugging a little at still crazy and spikey hair. It was much like the Doctor's hair, he mused. It seemed to have a life of it's own. Fingertips trailed down Jack's nose, across his eyelids, touching in an intimate but publicly acceptable way. "I'm sure it would help me sleep, but all I want is paracetamol and we don't have it. I'd rather not take morphine for aches. Though, when everything's a bit more secure, I may attempt to find a decent scotch and entertain everyone with drunken Ianto antics."

Eventually, Ianto's hand ended up on the back of Jack's neck, fingering the soft hair that lay there and rubbing lightly at tense muscles. "Thank you," he said softly. "The company means a good deal to me."

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capt_harkness
2009-06-17 07:10 pm UTC (link)

Jack's eyes drooped, closing the moment Ianto's fingers began to caress his face. He tilted his head enough to lean into his touch, letting himself relax with his lover. Intimate enough for now, it was these times when Jack realised how their relationship had changed. Since when did a simple touch mean so much, serve to relax him so? Didn't matter, but it did and Jack was going to take the comfort. At least with Ianto, Jack didn't always have to play the hero -- he could actually show those human failings he claimed not to have.

"In that case, I should find some scotch post haste," Jack said with a chuckle. "I shouldn't be the only one here to ever see you in a drunken state. Though, without Owen, I don't think it's a proper drinking contest."

Just as Shannon had earlier, Jack sighed feeling the hand on the back of his neck. God, was he this much of a sucker when it came to touches like these? Apparently so. "Think an earthquake is going to keep me from you?" Jack asked softly. "Daleks couldn't. They'll have to try a bit harder." Empty words, maybe, but he needed to lash out at someone and the unnamed Powers were the only target he had.

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madeinwales
2009-06-18 06:33 am UTC (link)

Ianto's fingers tugged teasingly on a bit of Jack's hair before going back to sifting through it. "Careful, there, Captain. You're getting sentimental." Dangerously so. Though Ianto's voice was warm and easy with amusement and something else at Jack's words. At his tone, more than the words.

"But it could be amusing for everyone," he continued easily. "A sort of drunken revelry. Though the last time I got truly soussed, I kept trying to stick things down my trousers." Bottles, napkins, pens, mobiles. In the morning, he couldn't figure out why and just chalked it up to one of those stupid things that made perfect sense at the time. And for all that Ianto's voice kept going on, matter of fact and tinged with amusement as it usually was, his fingers were gentle and said entirely different things than his mouth.

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capt_harkness
2009-06-18 09:57 am UTC (link)

Jack made a contented noise in the back of his throat between the gentle hair tugging and the fingers lightly rubbing his scalp. With each deep breath, he could feel the tension leaving him, turning his head just enough so that cheek and not chin rested on Ianto's knee. He said nothing about the sentimentality, merely ignored it in the hopes that it would go away and they'd forget he said anything to begin with.

"Sticking things in your trousers and not even having any fun with what went down there," Jack replied with a chuckle. "I think Owen kept the CCTV footage just for bribery purposes." Jack's own hand slid up Ianto's trouser leg, rubbing the back of his calf in counterpoint to the hands in his hair.

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madeinwales
2009-06-19 06:27 am UTC (link)

Watching Jack relax strangely made Ianto feel all that much more relaxed. Maybe it was that they could unravel round one another without any of the fall out that'd happen round others. Maybe it was just sentimentality and Ianto would just have to live with it. "I think you kept the CCTV footage for amusement's sake. Didn't your mobile go down my trousers?"

Jostling himself a little, Ianto leaned forward, bending himself nearly in two, just to rub the tip of his snub nose against Jack's cheek. "When's the last time you slept, Jack? I know you don't need much, but you do need some." Running on empty wasn't going to do much for anyone except breed desperation.

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