Timelord!Ianto: Permanence 1
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galadriel1010Title: Trials of a Timelord
Chapter Title: Creatine Permanence 1
Challenge/Fest: LongLiveIanto Bingo
Prompt: Traditions
Rating: G
Dedication:
Summary: Ianto intends to create permanence in his relationship with Jack
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Doctor, Torchwood 3
Contains:
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
Ianto raised his head from the file he was reading and frowned. A once-familiar feeling trilled across his senses, and he smiled to himself. He closed the file and put it away, then made his way back to the main Hub, where the team were working quietly, to knock on Jack’s office door. It was a quiet day, although he was aware that it might not stay for long, and Jack was quick to drop his pen and give Ianto his full attention. “Hey. I just need to pop out for a couple of hours,” he told him apologetically, biting his lip to fight a smile.
“And there was me hoping you’d sought me out for my sparkling company,” Jack sighed theatrically. “Alright then. Keep your comms. on just in case. Do I get to know where you’re going?”
“Who’s asking?” He pushed off the doorframe and came into the room to cup Jack’s face in his hands and kiss his forehead. “Boyfriend or boss?”
Jack’s hands wrapped around his wrists and he grinned up at him. “Which will get me the most accurate answer?”
He sighed and brushed Jack’s hair off his forehead, then stepped back from him and straightened his cuffs from where Jack’s hands had pushed them. “My boss gets to know that I’m meeting a contact for lunch. My boyfriend gets to know that there might be a guest for dinner, so he should remain dressed when he gets home.”
“Your contacts are no fun.” Jack groused, but he turned back to his paperwork and waved a hand. “Okay, have fun. Let me know when you’re coming home and we’ll decide whether we’re going for takeaway or cooking.”
He smiled to himself and called out a farewell to the others as he left through the cog door. He used the time in the lift to orient himself and seek out the connection so that when he exited the Tourist Information office he knew exactly where he was going.
A brisk walk brought him to the centre of town in less than half an hour and from there he wove through the crowds of New Year sale shoppers to one of the little arcades. His instinct hadn’t led him wrong, and he quickly found the window table in the small café where the Doctor was surrounded by mugs of tea and empty sugar sachets. The other Time Lord looked up when he entered the shop and went back to ignoring him until he sat in front of him with a mug of coffee. “You came,” he said at last, gesturing with a damp spoon. “I thought you weren’t going to for a while.”
“Another Time Lord on my patch and you thought I’d ignore it?” He rested his elbows on the table and tucked his tie out of the way of his mug. “No. Even if it was you, I had to come and see.”
“It won’t be anyone else,” the Doctor reminded him quietly. “If there’s someone here, it’s me.”
Ianto ignored him and stirred his coffee. “So what brings you here? Just a refuel, or are we facing the end of the world again? I hate facing the end of the world twice in a week.”
“You hate…” The Doctor abandoned the question and waved it away with his spoon, which he then sat down between them. “We got off to a bad start.”
“We did a bit.”
“Yep.” He rubbed his ear and leaned back in his chair. “So… I’m sorry.”
“I thought you’d say that.” Ianto smiled ruefully and looked up again. “Second attempt?”
“Second attempt,” he agreed. Relief seemed to make him sit up straighter, and he drank one of his mugs of tea in one go. “So, you and Jack?”
“Jack and I are… Jack and I. It’s complicated.” He caught the Doctor’s dubious expression and it raised his hackles. “It’s not easy, but no relationship is. We’re making it work. He… agreed to marry me.”
The Doctor was shocked and gaped like a fish until he got himself back under control. “Ar… Ianto, Jack is… he’s not the marrying type. He can’t stay in one place or with one person. It’s not fair on either of you to tie him down like that.”
He took a sip of his coffee and grimaced at the taste. “Instant. Doctor, our relationship is none of your business. I wanted to ask you to be involved with it, but if you can’t accept us, then...” He made to stand up, reaching into his pocket for his wallet. “Then you’re not welcome around here.”
“Wait, I didn’t say that.” The Doctor held his hands up and Ianto sat down again. “I’m sorry. I’ve just known Jack so much longer than you… Anyway, it doesn’t matter,” he hurried on at Ianto’s glare and wrapped his fingers around his mug. “What matters is your wedding, yeah? Because you can’t not do it properly. You’re the Archivist – it has to be recorded.”
He turned his mug around slowly and nodded. “I want to… give him the stars.”
“But you can’t do it alone,” the Doctor guessed. He frowned suddenly and wagged a finger. “I get to do the ceremony, right?”
“Both of them, I hope.” He drained his coffee reluctantly and set the mug down again, out of reach. “I need your library, a star map and a decent coffee machine. Oh,” he stood up and grinned. “And I need to be back in time for dinner.”
Next chapter
Chapter Title: Creatine Permanence 1
Challenge/Fest: LongLiveIanto Bingo
Prompt: Traditions
Rating: G
Dedication:
Summary: Ianto intends to create permanence in his relationship with Jack
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Doctor, Torchwood 3
Contains:
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
Ianto raised his head from the file he was reading and frowned. A once-familiar feeling trilled across his senses, and he smiled to himself. He closed the file and put it away, then made his way back to the main Hub, where the team were working quietly, to knock on Jack’s office door. It was a quiet day, although he was aware that it might not stay for long, and Jack was quick to drop his pen and give Ianto his full attention. “Hey. I just need to pop out for a couple of hours,” he told him apologetically, biting his lip to fight a smile.
“And there was me hoping you’d sought me out for my sparkling company,” Jack sighed theatrically. “Alright then. Keep your comms. on just in case. Do I get to know where you’re going?”
“Who’s asking?” He pushed off the doorframe and came into the room to cup Jack’s face in his hands and kiss his forehead. “Boyfriend or boss?”
Jack’s hands wrapped around his wrists and he grinned up at him. “Which will get me the most accurate answer?”
He sighed and brushed Jack’s hair off his forehead, then stepped back from him and straightened his cuffs from where Jack’s hands had pushed them. “My boss gets to know that I’m meeting a contact for lunch. My boyfriend gets to know that there might be a guest for dinner, so he should remain dressed when he gets home.”
“Your contacts are no fun.” Jack groused, but he turned back to his paperwork and waved a hand. “Okay, have fun. Let me know when you’re coming home and we’ll decide whether we’re going for takeaway or cooking.”
He smiled to himself and called out a farewell to the others as he left through the cog door. He used the time in the lift to orient himself and seek out the connection so that when he exited the Tourist Information office he knew exactly where he was going.
A brisk walk brought him to the centre of town in less than half an hour and from there he wove through the crowds of New Year sale shoppers to one of the little arcades. His instinct hadn’t led him wrong, and he quickly found the window table in the small café where the Doctor was surrounded by mugs of tea and empty sugar sachets. The other Time Lord looked up when he entered the shop and went back to ignoring him until he sat in front of him with a mug of coffee. “You came,” he said at last, gesturing with a damp spoon. “I thought you weren’t going to for a while.”
“Another Time Lord on my patch and you thought I’d ignore it?” He rested his elbows on the table and tucked his tie out of the way of his mug. “No. Even if it was you, I had to come and see.”
“It won’t be anyone else,” the Doctor reminded him quietly. “If there’s someone here, it’s me.”
Ianto ignored him and stirred his coffee. “So what brings you here? Just a refuel, or are we facing the end of the world again? I hate facing the end of the world twice in a week.”
“You hate…” The Doctor abandoned the question and waved it away with his spoon, which he then sat down between them. “We got off to a bad start.”
“We did a bit.”
“Yep.” He rubbed his ear and leaned back in his chair. “So… I’m sorry.”
“I thought you’d say that.” Ianto smiled ruefully and looked up again. “Second attempt?”
“Second attempt,” he agreed. Relief seemed to make him sit up straighter, and he drank one of his mugs of tea in one go. “So, you and Jack?”
“Jack and I are… Jack and I. It’s complicated.” He caught the Doctor’s dubious expression and it raised his hackles. “It’s not easy, but no relationship is. We’re making it work. He… agreed to marry me.”
The Doctor was shocked and gaped like a fish until he got himself back under control. “Ar… Ianto, Jack is… he’s not the marrying type. He can’t stay in one place or with one person. It’s not fair on either of you to tie him down like that.”
He took a sip of his coffee and grimaced at the taste. “Instant. Doctor, our relationship is none of your business. I wanted to ask you to be involved with it, but if you can’t accept us, then...” He made to stand up, reaching into his pocket for his wallet. “Then you’re not welcome around here.”
“Wait, I didn’t say that.” The Doctor held his hands up and Ianto sat down again. “I’m sorry. I’ve just known Jack so much longer than you… Anyway, it doesn’t matter,” he hurried on at Ianto’s glare and wrapped his fingers around his mug. “What matters is your wedding, yeah? Because you can’t not do it properly. You’re the Archivist – it has to be recorded.”
He turned his mug around slowly and nodded. “I want to… give him the stars.”
“But you can’t do it alone,” the Doctor guessed. He frowned suddenly and wagged a finger. “I get to do the ceremony, right?”
“Both of them, I hope.” He drained his coffee reluctantly and set the mug down again, out of reach. “I need your library, a star map and a decent coffee machine. Oh,” he stood up and grinned. “And I need to be back in time for dinner.”
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Date: 2011-08-13 11:14 pm (UTC)I'm looking forward to this ceremony though. :)
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Date: 2011-09-11 09:54 pm (UTC)Gxxx