Oneshot: This You Asked
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galadriel1010Title: This You Asked
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Genre: Angst
Rating: T
Era: Post Cyberwoman to Journey's End
Series: Stand-alone
Summary: Written for the first![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
jack_ianto_las prompt: The Right Time To Lie
Notable occasions when Ianto told the truth, no matter how uncomfortable.
Contains: Canon character death
Dedication:
Beta:
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
When Ianto's world ended in blood and anger and betrayal, and he returned to Torchwood to pick up the pieces of his shattered life, Jack said, “No more lies.”
It wasn't a complicated rule, but it was a rule none-the-less, and Ianto could obey rules, so there were no more lies.
When Jack was bowed with grief and guilt, abandoned by his friends for the crime of saving the world and crushed with the loss of the woman he loved, alone in the Hub but for the echoes of years and Ianto, Ianto said, “You had no choice, and you made the right one.”
When Jack's hands were tender tending Ianto's bruised and broken ribs and humans had turned out to be more inhuman than the everyday aliens, Ianto said, “I never begged for death.”
When their friend betrayed them and their tainted memories were tainted further, and Ianto stood in Jack's office with stopwatch in hand, Ianto said, “I can't think of any uses for with a stopwatch. But making you smile was a good one.”
When Jack revived in Ianto's arms, with the stench of petrol fumes and death clinging to his clothes, his hair, his mind, and accepted for the first time the support and shelter that Ianto offered, Ianto said, “I'm here for you; I won't let you fall.”
When Jack lay dead, again, laid out in the morgue under Gwen's faithful vigil, and Ianto hoped for this to be Jack's final release, even though he knew he wouldn't survive if Jack were to leave him, Ianto said, “I think I loved you. I would follow wherever you led.”
It never happened, but when Ianto knelt before the Master under Jack's distraught gaze, bloodied and broken but unbowed, and he looked up at Jack directly, Ianto would have said, “It was for you, but not your fault. I love you.”
When Jack returned to them with Ianto's death heavy on his heart, changed by the things he'd seen, and asked Ianto how he was, Ianto said, “All the better for having you back, Sir.”
When their night ended at Ianto's door and they hovered on the balance between forwards and back, and Jack hesitated before he asked, “Do you believe me?” and “Do you trust me?”, Ianto said, “Yes” and “Yes” and “You should stay.”
When Beth finally lay in the morgue, and Ianto had closed the file on her death certificate – the only lies he was allowed to tell – and Jack reached for his reassurance, Ianto said, “She doesn't understand it yet. Beth did. Beth would have made a good Torchwood agent – she saw the world like we do.”
When five became six, then back down to five, then back up to six, then back down to five and everything was almost back to normal but for the fact that Owen was the undead and zombie shooting games were out of fashion, Ianto said, “I don't want you to let me go, if you want me to stay.”
When Jack finished watching Gwen tending to Rhys and the shot that hadn't come still rang in Ianto's ears, and Jack's arms closed around him at last, Ianto said, “I need you. I need to know we're okay. I need to know you care.”
When the Island's ghosts shadowed Jack's steps and their pain darkened his eyes, when he found himself judged and found wanting by someone who didn't know and Ianto's bed and Ianto's arms were his only refuge, they clung together in Ianto's brightly lit flat. Ianto said, “I never wanted to hurt you. I wanted her to see how much you care. You've done so much to save them, and I am proud of you.”
When Jack pulled him from the ruins of the mill and his hands brushed down his ruined suit with distressing tenderness and they finally had a snatched moment alone, Ianto said, “You're mine. He doesn't get to win this.”
When the dawn came on a tear-washed world, shattered lives in a shattered city, and five had become four had become three might become two, and Jack was vulnerable and broken in Ianto's bed, Ianto said, “I'm yours, and I love you. I will look after you. I always look after you.”
And then the Daleks come again to bookend Ianto's life with Jack, they've found them and Jack is ready to leave and save the world, and Ianto can do nothing to help but let him go and wish him well, Ianto says, “We'll be fine.”
Today is a good day to lie.
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Genre: Angst
Rating: T
Era: Post Cyberwoman to Journey's End
Series: Stand-alone
Summary: Written for the first
jack_ianto_las prompt: The Right Time To LieNotable occasions when Ianto told the truth, no matter how uncomfortable.
Contains: Canon character death
Dedication:
Beta:
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
When Ianto's world ended in blood and anger and betrayal, and he returned to Torchwood to pick up the pieces of his shattered life, Jack said, “No more lies.”
It wasn't a complicated rule, but it was a rule none-the-less, and Ianto could obey rules, so there were no more lies.
When Jack was bowed with grief and guilt, abandoned by his friends for the crime of saving the world and crushed with the loss of the woman he loved, alone in the Hub but for the echoes of years and Ianto, Ianto said, “You had no choice, and you made the right one.”
When Jack's hands were tender tending Ianto's bruised and broken ribs and humans had turned out to be more inhuman than the everyday aliens, Ianto said, “I never begged for death.”
When their friend betrayed them and their tainted memories were tainted further, and Ianto stood in Jack's office with stopwatch in hand, Ianto said, “I can't think of any uses for with a stopwatch. But making you smile was a good one.”
When Jack revived in Ianto's arms, with the stench of petrol fumes and death clinging to his clothes, his hair, his mind, and accepted for the first time the support and shelter that Ianto offered, Ianto said, “I'm here for you; I won't let you fall.”
When Jack lay dead, again, laid out in the morgue under Gwen's faithful vigil, and Ianto hoped for this to be Jack's final release, even though he knew he wouldn't survive if Jack were to leave him, Ianto said, “I think I loved you. I would follow wherever you led.”
It never happened, but when Ianto knelt before the Master under Jack's distraught gaze, bloodied and broken but unbowed, and he looked up at Jack directly, Ianto would have said, “It was for you, but not your fault. I love you.”
When Jack returned to them with Ianto's death heavy on his heart, changed by the things he'd seen, and asked Ianto how he was, Ianto said, “All the better for having you back, Sir.”
When their night ended at Ianto's door and they hovered on the balance between forwards and back, and Jack hesitated before he asked, “Do you believe me?” and “Do you trust me?”, Ianto said, “Yes” and “Yes” and “You should stay.”
When Beth finally lay in the morgue, and Ianto had closed the file on her death certificate – the only lies he was allowed to tell – and Jack reached for his reassurance, Ianto said, “She doesn't understand it yet. Beth did. Beth would have made a good Torchwood agent – she saw the world like we do.”
When five became six, then back down to five, then back up to six, then back down to five and everything was almost back to normal but for the fact that Owen was the undead and zombie shooting games were out of fashion, Ianto said, “I don't want you to let me go, if you want me to stay.”
When Jack finished watching Gwen tending to Rhys and the shot that hadn't come still rang in Ianto's ears, and Jack's arms closed around him at last, Ianto said, “I need you. I need to know we're okay. I need to know you care.”
When the Island's ghosts shadowed Jack's steps and their pain darkened his eyes, when he found himself judged and found wanting by someone who didn't know and Ianto's bed and Ianto's arms were his only refuge, they clung together in Ianto's brightly lit flat. Ianto said, “I never wanted to hurt you. I wanted her to see how much you care. You've done so much to save them, and I am proud of you.”
When Jack pulled him from the ruins of the mill and his hands brushed down his ruined suit with distressing tenderness and they finally had a snatched moment alone, Ianto said, “You're mine. He doesn't get to win this.”
When the dawn came on a tear-washed world, shattered lives in a shattered city, and five had become four had become three might become two, and Jack was vulnerable and broken in Ianto's bed, Ianto said, “I'm yours, and I love you. I will look after you. I always look after you.”
And then the Daleks come again to bookend Ianto's life with Jack, they've found them and Jack is ready to leave and save the world, and Ianto can do nothing to help but let him go and wish him well, Ianto says, “We'll be fine.”
Today is a good day to lie.
