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galadriel1010) wrote2011-05-26 11:57 am
galadriel1010) wrote2011-05-26 11:57 am
Entry tags:
Oneshot: Too Late
Title: Too Late
Challenge/Fest: Jack_Ianto_LAS
Prompt: "And then suddenly I'm naked again"
Rating: T
Dedication:
Summary: Jack takes care of Ianto
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness
Contains: Darkfic. Suggestions of non-con.
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
Ianto was sitting in the dim conference room, lit only by the swimming blue of the screen and the emergency lights that never went out. He was still wearing the T shirt Jack had lent him, and the colour made him seem even more washed out, like he hadn't got back any of the life and colour that warming up should have brought. Maybe he hadn't.
He didn't look up when Jack entered the room, and he only moved enough to tighten his arms around himself, picking at one of the short sleeves of the T shirt with the fingers of the hand closest to the door. Jack moved quietly and pulled out the chair next to Ianto to sit down in it, close enough to touch him but far enough away that he wasn't.
“I turned the lights off,” Ianto told him. His voice was cracked, through abuse or disuse, and utterly devoid of emotion. “They were too bright. It's alright like this.”
Jack nodded and shifted a little closer, stilling when Ianto shifted further away. “Are you alright?”
“You heard Owen's report.” Ianto stopped picking at the T shirt and tucked his hand under his armpit. “I'm physically fine but slightly shocky. If you could take me home, I'll be fine soon. Sir.”
“Ianto...” Jack reached out hesitantly and rested the pads of his fingers against Ianto's arm. He could feel the tension it took for Ianto to just stay still, and had to fight a shudder of his own. “Are you sure you want me to take you? It could be Tosh...”
Ianto's fingers re-emerged over his arm and the tips brushed against Jack's. “I'd rather...” He glanced at Jack warily, eyes skittering away almost immediately to stare into the darkness. “You've been there before,” he intoned. “You're not going to be a new disruption there. I know where you belong.”
Jack pressed his fingers forwards just slightly, just a touch. “I understand.”
That got more of a reaction, as Ianto stiffened and glared at him. “Do you?” he snapped. “Do you really understand what...” he trailed off and sagged towards Jack.
“Yes. I do.” Jack was relieved when Ianto relaxed a little more, and his fingers crept between Jack's to hold on. “I understand.”
Ianto licked his lips and fell over the words as he finally opened up. “I don't remember... I was here, and then I wasn't... It was cold... Thought you'd come, but you didn't... It was cold, and dark, and there were sounds that might have been voices, and I was lost and you weren't there... Drugs, I think I was drugged...” He leaned further towards Jack, who opened his arms to let Ianto turn into them. All the while, Ianto's voice had been dropping, so Jack barely heard him whisper, “And then it was dark again, and then suddenly I was naked.”
Jack held him tightly, like he'd wanted to when he first found Ianto in the cell, when Ianto wouldn't let any of them near him. He'd wrapped himself in Jack's coat, an image that was now destroyed for both of them, and walked alone, propping himself up on the walls if he stumbled rather than accept Jack's help. Now he clung to Jack, fingers twisting in his shirt as shudders rippled through him. “Just tell me,” Jack whispered. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want to forget.” Ianto's voice broke. “I don't want to know this. Please, I'm sorry.”
Jack shushed him and fumbled in his pocket awkwardly, pulling out the box of pills he'd brought with him. “It's okay,” he reassured softly. “It's okay. I'll take care of you. Here, or at home?”
“Here,” Ianto whispered. “Here, now. I don't want to go out... can't go outside.”
Jack opened the box with one trembling hand, holding onto Ianto with the other, and spilled the pills onto the glass tabletop. He picked up three and turned back to Ianto, who opened his mouth to accept them like communion. They waited in the dim silence, Jack’s hand resting on Ianto’s back to feel his heartbeat push the drugs around his body and count away this nightmare.
Challenge/Fest: Jack_Ianto_LAS
Prompt: "And then suddenly I'm naked again"
Rating: T
Dedication:
Summary: Jack takes care of Ianto
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness
Contains: Darkfic. Suggestions of non-con.
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
Ianto was sitting in the dim conference room, lit only by the swimming blue of the screen and the emergency lights that never went out. He was still wearing the T shirt Jack had lent him, and the colour made him seem even more washed out, like he hadn't got back any of the life and colour that warming up should have brought. Maybe he hadn't.
He didn't look up when Jack entered the room, and he only moved enough to tighten his arms around himself, picking at one of the short sleeves of the T shirt with the fingers of the hand closest to the door. Jack moved quietly and pulled out the chair next to Ianto to sit down in it, close enough to touch him but far enough away that he wasn't.
“I turned the lights off,” Ianto told him. His voice was cracked, through abuse or disuse, and utterly devoid of emotion. “They were too bright. It's alright like this.”
Jack nodded and shifted a little closer, stilling when Ianto shifted further away. “Are you alright?”
“You heard Owen's report.” Ianto stopped picking at the T shirt and tucked his hand under his armpit. “I'm physically fine but slightly shocky. If you could take me home, I'll be fine soon. Sir.”
“Ianto...” Jack reached out hesitantly and rested the pads of his fingers against Ianto's arm. He could feel the tension it took for Ianto to just stay still, and had to fight a shudder of his own. “Are you sure you want me to take you? It could be Tosh...”
Ianto's fingers re-emerged over his arm and the tips brushed against Jack's. “I'd rather...” He glanced at Jack warily, eyes skittering away almost immediately to stare into the darkness. “You've been there before,” he intoned. “You're not going to be a new disruption there. I know where you belong.”
Jack pressed his fingers forwards just slightly, just a touch. “I understand.”
That got more of a reaction, as Ianto stiffened and glared at him. “Do you?” he snapped. “Do you really understand what...” he trailed off and sagged towards Jack.
“Yes. I do.” Jack was relieved when Ianto relaxed a little more, and his fingers crept between Jack's to hold on. “I understand.”
Ianto licked his lips and fell over the words as he finally opened up. “I don't remember... I was here, and then I wasn't... It was cold... Thought you'd come, but you didn't... It was cold, and dark, and there were sounds that might have been voices, and I was lost and you weren't there... Drugs, I think I was drugged...” He leaned further towards Jack, who opened his arms to let Ianto turn into them. All the while, Ianto's voice had been dropping, so Jack barely heard him whisper, “And then it was dark again, and then suddenly I was naked.”
Jack held him tightly, like he'd wanted to when he first found Ianto in the cell, when Ianto wouldn't let any of them near him. He'd wrapped himself in Jack's coat, an image that was now destroyed for both of them, and walked alone, propping himself up on the walls if he stumbled rather than accept Jack's help. Now he clung to Jack, fingers twisting in his shirt as shudders rippled through him. “Just tell me,” Jack whispered. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want to forget.” Ianto's voice broke. “I don't want to know this. Please, I'm sorry.”
Jack shushed him and fumbled in his pocket awkwardly, pulling out the box of pills he'd brought with him. “It's okay,” he reassured softly. “It's okay. I'll take care of you. Here, or at home?”
“Here,” Ianto whispered. “Here, now. I don't want to go out... can't go outside.”
Jack opened the box with one trembling hand, holding onto Ianto with the other, and spilled the pills onto the glass tabletop. He picked up three and turned back to Ianto, who opened his mouth to accept them like communion. They waited in the dim silence, Jack’s hand resting on Ianto’s back to feel his heartbeat push the drugs around his body and count away this nightmare.
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I just want to hug him....
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Poor baby. I feel guilty for that one.
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Gxxx
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Whatever happened must have been really bad for Ianto to want retcon!
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Gxxx