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Timelord!Ianto: Permanence 3
Title: Trials of a Timelord
Chapter Title: Creating Permanence 3
Challenge/Fest: LongLiveIanto Bingo
Prompt: Soul Bonding
Rating: G (I'm sorry, I had to keep it down for ff.net. You'll see what I mean)
Dedication: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
littleni Get well soon darling!
Summary: Jack and Ianto seek to create permanence in their relationship.
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Doctor
Contains: Invented marriage rituals and invented stars. No sex, sorry.
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
Jack and Ianto were the first ones to leave the bar after Tosh and Owen went to take the night duty at the Hub. As wonderful as it was to catch up with his friends, all Ianto had wanted was to get Jack up to their room and alone. Now he had it, and he could feel Jack’s nervous tension in his hand as he pushed the door open. “If you even think about carrying me over the threshold, I’ll lock myself in the bathroom overnight,” he warned.
“I can think of better ways to spend my wedding night than having put my back out, and with my darling husband locked away and refusing to look after me,” Jack teased back. He pushed Ianto gently through the doorway. “So let’s walk, shall we?”
A top floor suite had been part of the wedding package, and since their recent break on Nolina Ianto had come to associate hotel stays with the best things in their relationship, so he’d persuaded Jack that they should make use of it rather than returning to their flat, as absurd as it seemed when they would be able to see their home from the window. The first room they entered was a lounge, decorated in cool colours and furnished in a luxurious Italian style. Two sofas sat at right angles, with one facing the window and one facing the plasma TV. The most notable thing, though, was the figure sitting on the sofa with his back to them. Ianto cleared his throat and held onto Jack. “I hope you’ve not got your shoes up on the furniture.”
The Doctor stood up and turned to greet them, looking them both over proudly. “Congratulations, Mr and Mr Harkness.”
“Harkness and Jones,” Ianto corrected him. “I chose my name, and I’m keeping it.”
Jack rested his hand on Ianto’s shoulder, and when Ianto turned back to him he was wearing a puzzled frown. “Doctor? What are you doing here?”
“I asked him.” Ianto reached up for Jack’s hand and tangled their fingers together without looking away from the Doctor. “I wanted to set up a… a specific Time Lord ceremony, and I couldn’t do it alone.” He squeezed Jack’s fingers and looked beyond the Doctor to the balcony doorway. “Is it ready?”
The Doctor stepped out of the way and gestured to the balcony, where, now that he had moved, Ianto could just make out a telescope set up in the darkness. “I was starting to worry. It’ll only be visible for another two hours.”
Ianto led Jack to the balcony and slid the door back. The rain had stopped but the air was still cold and clammy, and he shivered when it struck his skin. A moment later he felt Jack’s coat settle over his shoulders and he pulled it around himself sheepishly. “Jack…”
“Shush,” Jack told him gently, wrapping his arms around Ianto. “You know you feel the cold more than I do.”
Something inside him melted once more, and he leaned in to press his lips against Jack’s softly. He knew he didn’t experience this the same way that Jack did, but he never wanted to let go of the gentleness and affection in Jack’s kisses. A soft cough distracted them and he pulled back to look at the Doctor again. “Okay. We’re ready.”
The Doctor smiled and came to lean on the wet balcony rail, looking up at the sky. “Jack, come over here.” When he did so, with Ianto leaning against his side with an arm around his waist, the Doctor pointed towards a star cluster over Penarth. “Time Lords have a tradition. When a Timelord couple marry, they look for a star coming into its main phase during their union ceremony. Oh, there’s thousands to choose from. Sometimes it’s even visible during the ceremony. But they choose that star as their star. Their anchor point.” He tilted his head back to look at them and waited for Jack.
“A personal Pole Star,” Jack chuckled. “That’s beautiful.”
Ianto squeezed Jack and leaned in to whisper in his ear, “Do you want to see our star?” When Jack nodded, he bent to look through the telescope to check it was still focussed and then stepped aside for Jack to look through. He rested his hand between Jack’s shoulder blades and rubbed gently. “Omicron Sigma Three is a star in the Ryalso region. And today it matured. It will burn for billions of years and outlast even us.”
Jack held his hand tightly and straightened up. “Any special words?”
He licked his lips and glanced at the Doctor for a moment. “We, Time Lords, that is, believe that in giving our names to the star we bind our souls together through time, as long as the star lasts. The star will protect us and hold us together. It’s…” He trailed off on seeing Jack’s smile fade, and his breath caught. “You’d be tied to me forever.”
“Ianto Jones, I want that. I never, ever want to let you go.” Tears sparkled in his eyes, and Ianto brushed them away with his free hand when they fell. “How could I not say yes?”
Ianto laughed, overcome with emotion, and kissed Jack again, pressing as close to him as he could. “Thank you.”
When they finally pulled apart he turned to the Doctor and gave him a weak smile. “Doctor, would you be our witness?”
“It would be an honour,” he said sincerely, and held out both his hands for theirs. When they put their hands in his he brought them together and pressed them palm-to-palm between his own and they laced their fingers together. “Ianto Jones and Jack Harkness, are these the names you choose to be known by to each other in your union?” he asked first. When they confirmed it he looked beyond them towards Omicron Sigma Three. “Do you trust your names, your beings, and your union to Omicron Sigma Three, to anchor, guide, protect and preserve you as long as she burns?”
“I do.” Jack said quickly without taking his eyes from Ianto.
Ianto returned his smile. “I do.”
“Then may the light of Omicron Sigma Three light your lives and guide your way together.” He released them and stepped back. The silence hovered for an eternal moment, and then Jack dragged Ianto closer and kissed him with a fierce, desperate intensity. He was vaguely aware of the Doctor flustering and leaving, but it was a distant second to his awareness of the gentle sweep of Jack’s tongue and lips, the warm solidity of his body pressed against Ianto’s and the tension coiled through his body.
He broke their kiss and curled his fingers through Jack’s hair when Jack attacked his neck instead. “Jack, let’s take this inside.”
Jack beamed, but stroked his fingers down Ianto’s cheek. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Yes, Jack. I want to feel you and know you, and… for us to figure something out.” He’d been distracted by the whirring grating noise, and he leaned his forehead against Jack’s temple with a sigh. “I wish he’d take the handbrake off.”
“He left his telescope as well,” Jack pointed out. “Think he’ll come back for it?”
Ianto glanced at it and shrugged. “I don’t care. He can do what he likes.” But when he led Jack to the bedroom, he was careful to lock the door.
Next chapter
Chapter Title: Creating Permanence 3
Challenge/Fest: LongLiveIanto Bingo
Prompt: Soul Bonding
Rating: G (I'm sorry, I had to keep it down for ff.net. You'll see what I mean)
Dedication: For
littleni Get well soon darling!Summary: Jack and Ianto seek to create permanence in their relationship.
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Doctor
Contains: Invented marriage rituals and invented stars. No sex, sorry.
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
Jack and Ianto were the first ones to leave the bar after Tosh and Owen went to take the night duty at the Hub. As wonderful as it was to catch up with his friends, all Ianto had wanted was to get Jack up to their room and alone. Now he had it, and he could feel Jack’s nervous tension in his hand as he pushed the door open. “If you even think about carrying me over the threshold, I’ll lock myself in the bathroom overnight,” he warned.
“I can think of better ways to spend my wedding night than having put my back out, and with my darling husband locked away and refusing to look after me,” Jack teased back. He pushed Ianto gently through the doorway. “So let’s walk, shall we?”
A top floor suite had been part of the wedding package, and since their recent break on Nolina Ianto had come to associate hotel stays with the best things in their relationship, so he’d persuaded Jack that they should make use of it rather than returning to their flat, as absurd as it seemed when they would be able to see their home from the window. The first room they entered was a lounge, decorated in cool colours and furnished in a luxurious Italian style. Two sofas sat at right angles, with one facing the window and one facing the plasma TV. The most notable thing, though, was the figure sitting on the sofa with his back to them. Ianto cleared his throat and held onto Jack. “I hope you’ve not got your shoes up on the furniture.”
The Doctor stood up and turned to greet them, looking them both over proudly. “Congratulations, Mr and Mr Harkness.”
“Harkness and Jones,” Ianto corrected him. “I chose my name, and I’m keeping it.”
Jack rested his hand on Ianto’s shoulder, and when Ianto turned back to him he was wearing a puzzled frown. “Doctor? What are you doing here?”
“I asked him.” Ianto reached up for Jack’s hand and tangled their fingers together without looking away from the Doctor. “I wanted to set up a… a specific Time Lord ceremony, and I couldn’t do it alone.” He squeezed Jack’s fingers and looked beyond the Doctor to the balcony doorway. “Is it ready?”
The Doctor stepped out of the way and gestured to the balcony, where, now that he had moved, Ianto could just make out a telescope set up in the darkness. “I was starting to worry. It’ll only be visible for another two hours.”
Ianto led Jack to the balcony and slid the door back. The rain had stopped but the air was still cold and clammy, and he shivered when it struck his skin. A moment later he felt Jack’s coat settle over his shoulders and he pulled it around himself sheepishly. “Jack…”
“Shush,” Jack told him gently, wrapping his arms around Ianto. “You know you feel the cold more than I do.”
Something inside him melted once more, and he leaned in to press his lips against Jack’s softly. He knew he didn’t experience this the same way that Jack did, but he never wanted to let go of the gentleness and affection in Jack’s kisses. A soft cough distracted them and he pulled back to look at the Doctor again. “Okay. We’re ready.”
The Doctor smiled and came to lean on the wet balcony rail, looking up at the sky. “Jack, come over here.” When he did so, with Ianto leaning against his side with an arm around his waist, the Doctor pointed towards a star cluster over Penarth. “Time Lords have a tradition. When a Timelord couple marry, they look for a star coming into its main phase during their union ceremony. Oh, there’s thousands to choose from. Sometimes it’s even visible during the ceremony. But they choose that star as their star. Their anchor point.” He tilted his head back to look at them and waited for Jack.
“A personal Pole Star,” Jack chuckled. “That’s beautiful.”
Ianto squeezed Jack and leaned in to whisper in his ear, “Do you want to see our star?” When Jack nodded, he bent to look through the telescope to check it was still focussed and then stepped aside for Jack to look through. He rested his hand between Jack’s shoulder blades and rubbed gently. “Omicron Sigma Three is a star in the Ryalso region. And today it matured. It will burn for billions of years and outlast even us.”
Jack held his hand tightly and straightened up. “Any special words?”
He licked his lips and glanced at the Doctor for a moment. “We, Time Lords, that is, believe that in giving our names to the star we bind our souls together through time, as long as the star lasts. The star will protect us and hold us together. It’s…” He trailed off on seeing Jack’s smile fade, and his breath caught. “You’d be tied to me forever.”
“Ianto Jones, I want that. I never, ever want to let you go.” Tears sparkled in his eyes, and Ianto brushed them away with his free hand when they fell. “How could I not say yes?”
Ianto laughed, overcome with emotion, and kissed Jack again, pressing as close to him as he could. “Thank you.”
When they finally pulled apart he turned to the Doctor and gave him a weak smile. “Doctor, would you be our witness?”
“It would be an honour,” he said sincerely, and held out both his hands for theirs. When they put their hands in his he brought them together and pressed them palm-to-palm between his own and they laced their fingers together. “Ianto Jones and Jack Harkness, are these the names you choose to be known by to each other in your union?” he asked first. When they confirmed it he looked beyond them towards Omicron Sigma Three. “Do you trust your names, your beings, and your union to Omicron Sigma Three, to anchor, guide, protect and preserve you as long as she burns?”
“I do.” Jack said quickly without taking his eyes from Ianto.
Ianto returned his smile. “I do.”
“Then may the light of Omicron Sigma Three light your lives and guide your way together.” He released them and stepped back. The silence hovered for an eternal moment, and then Jack dragged Ianto closer and kissed him with a fierce, desperate intensity. He was vaguely aware of the Doctor flustering and leaving, but it was a distant second to his awareness of the gentle sweep of Jack’s tongue and lips, the warm solidity of his body pressed against Ianto’s and the tension coiled through his body.
He broke their kiss and curled his fingers through Jack’s hair when Jack attacked his neck instead. “Jack, let’s take this inside.”
Jack beamed, but stroked his fingers down Ianto’s cheek. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Yes, Jack. I want to feel you and know you, and… for us to figure something out.” He’d been distracted by the whirring grating noise, and he leaned his forehead against Jack’s temple with a sigh. “I wish he’d take the handbrake off.”
“He left his telescope as well,” Jack pointed out. “Think he’ll come back for it?”
Ianto glanced at it and shrugged. “I don’t care. He can do what he likes.” But when he led Jack to the bedroom, he was careful to lock the door.
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