Timelord!Ianto: Away 2
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galadriel1010Title: Trials of a Timelord
Chapter Title: Getting Away From It
Challenge/Fest: LongLiveIanto Bingo
Prompt: Cuddling by the fire
Rating: G
Dedication:
Summary: Jack and Ianto borrow the TARDIS and get away from it all in absolute luxury.
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Contains:
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
Ianto laughed and leaned into Jack as they left the restaurant. It was late, both for them and for the world they were on. Darkness had fallen whilst they ate, and the dessert, a rich chocolate cake with a smooth, tart cherry sauce, had been eaten by candle-light whilst they watched luxury yachts on the harbour below. Jack had told him more about the culture of the planet over the five courses, although he'd remained tight-lipped over what they were doing there and how he knew so much. “I don't think I've ever eaten so much in my life. And we've not seen the room yet...” He looked around the foyer with wide eyes. The opulence was staggering. “Jack...”
“Shhh.” Jack kissed his ear and Ianto laughed at the sensation. “Mr Jones, I think you're drunk.”
“Well, Captain Harkness, that might be because you kept plying me with drinks.” He let Jack steer him up the stairs and ran his free hand up the marble handrail of the balustrade. “Why are we going up the stairs and away from the lifts?”
“Because there isn't a lift to our room down there.”
“Oh.” He was almost disappointed, but Jack's grin said that there was more to it than that. “So where is there a lift to our room?”
Jack said nothing, but guided Ianto along the thick carpet until it gave out, and their path was shown instead by swirling lines of colour along a glass floor two floors above the entrance garden. At the far end of the room was an egg-shaped chamber in shimmering silver, which split open at Jack’s touch to reveal a marble-floored space with a curved sofa fitted into the far wall. Jack pulled Ianto in and wrapped his arms around his waist from behind to keep him looking out. “Now watch.”
From inside the walls were clear, although they still shimmered as they had from outside. Ianto's eyes were drawn to the faint glimmer of light far above them and a moment later they were shooting towards the stars, which grew brighter and clearer as they rose. He grabbed Jack's arms and laughed with him. “Jack,” he laughed, exhilarated, “how high?”
“One hundred floors,” Jack breathed in his ear. “And our own private lift.”
They came to a stop and the doors breezed open behind them. “This is... madness,” Ianto breathed as Jack tugged him out of the lift into a marble-floored hall, from which a wide staircase ascended to an upper floor. Beyond the staircase he could see, dimly lit, a large entertaining area with a piano and several groups of chairs and sofas. “Whatever it is, it isn't Spartan.”
Jack laughed and kissed his cheek, but then he pulled away. He made for the table at the foot of the stairs and picked up a long, slim stick. The tip lit up at his touch and he pointed it down the room. “Wandtech,” he explained. “Just out, I would imagine. This will be everywhere in a decade.”
”Good evening, Captain Harkness. I hope your meal was pleasant. Your luggage has been delivered to the dressing room in the master suite. Would you like it moving from there?” The lilting voice carried across the room in a strangely flat tone.
“No,” Jack answered, reaching out for Ianto's hand and pulling him past the stairs. “Requesting service in the lounge.”
”Certainly, sir. Would you like me to light the fire for you or play some music?”
“Light the fire,” Jack commanded. They reached a cluster of squishy chairs and sofas near the fire just as it burst into life and Jack tumbled Ianto onto the sofa, following after him and shifting to get them both comfortable until he could lie with his head on Ianto's chest. “Play Vaughan Williams, Lark Ascending.”
“Show off,” Ianto muttered, playing with Jack's hair idly. He looked around the room, what he could see of it in the light of the fire, and snuggled deeper into the sofa. “Jack, where are we?”
The music drifted around them, and Jack folded his hands on Ianto's chest and rested his chin on them. “What do you know, for starters?”
“Well...” He licked his lips and reached out to start scratching lightly at Jack's scalp. “The La Tassita hotel is the tallest and most luxurious hotel on Nolina – the fifty third planet of the Third British Empire. The main exports of the planet are tourism, financial services and wine, its primary language is neo-modern English, the currency is the pound, it was terraformed in 3024 and became habitable in 3112.” He brought his hand lower and scratched at the back of Jack’s neck, and his eyes fell closed in pleasure. “How am I doing so far.”
“You’re doing brilliantly…” He opened his eyes to glare at Ianto when he was smacked. “What was that for?”
“You know exactly what it was for.” Ianto went back to massaging Jack’s scalp, gratified by the whimper of pleasure he received. “Was I right?”
“Captain Harkness.” A soft voice drifted through the room and the lights raised automatically. Jack whined and sat up to look over the sofa towards the stairs, where a young, dark skinned woman in an exquisitely fitted suit was waiting patiently. “You requested service, sir.”
“I did.” Jack sat up reluctantly and ran his hands through his mussed hair. “I’d like a pot of hot chocolate for two, hold the alcohol this time. I think he’s had enough.”
“Certainly, sir.” She inclined her head and kept her gloved hands folded in front of her. “Would you care for a tour of the suite?”
“No, thank you. If you could bring the sweet breakfast platter at 10 tomorrow morning, we’ll take a tour after we’ve eaten.” He smiled at her, charming but dismissive, and she left with a short bow, leaving Jack to turn back to Ianto and tug him off the sofa, onto the thick rug. “Now…” He reached over and mussed Ianto’s hair, then lay down on his back with his head in Ianto’s lap and looked up at him. “Where were we?”
“We hadn’t got beyond ‘where are we’,” Ianto told him wryly. He got the message and started scratching at Jack’s scalp again. “Nolina, La Tassita, my first academy research paper.”
“Really?”
“Really. I put together a report on the main exports of the planets of the Third British Empire.” He smiled wryly and pushed Jack off so he could lie down next to him. “It was very boring, but I got top marks for it.”
Jack laughed and reached across to the table where he’d put the wand. He pointed it at the ceiling and it cleared from the rich, billowing purple it had been to clear, showing the star-scattered blue of the night sky. “Nolina is a tourist planet, the most popular destination in the human empire. Billions of people come here every year, from the backpackers who work the farms and keep it running to the magnates who rent rooms like this and finance it. This hotel is owned by the Stivaile Corporation, along with half the hotels in the city. It’s a destination for those who have more money than sense and are happy to admit it.”
“And we are here because…” He propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at Jack. “Are we just going to leave without paying?”
“No… we’re going to…” The butler drifted towards them and Jack sat up to accept a silver hot chocolate pot and two mugs. “Thank you. That will be all for tonight.” When she left, and Jack had poured them each a mug of hot chocolate, he leaned back against the sofa and continued his explanation. “Old Time Agency trick – you get back from a case, you’ve been following something for weeks, you’re tired, you might have been somewhere without hot water or indoor toilets, you just want to sleep. So what do you do? You turn up to a hotel, check in and sleep for a couple of days, use the shower and the pool, eat in the restaurant, charge it all to your room. Then you check out, get the booking details from them so you can go back in time to the right date and book it for your stay.”
“That’s…” Ianto frowned. “That’s extremely irresponsible. You could cause a rupture in time. We should…”
“Relax.” Jack scoffed. “It’s an internally stable paradox. I did these in basic training.”
Ianto narrowed his eyes and glared at Jack over his mug of hot chocolate. “What, exactly, did you do at the Time Agency?”
“Mostly stabilised unstable paradoxes.” Jack shrugged a shoulder. “Lots of nudging people in the right direction to make them do something they otherwise wouldn’t have, putting something in the right place to be useful. As well as lots of collecting things out of their time and either returning them to where they belonged or just containing them. It wasn’t a bad life…” He trailed off and stared into the depths of his mug.
Setting his mug aside for the moment, Ianto shuffled back to lean against the sofa next to Jack. “What happened?”
“Ah, I went off the rails.” Jack tipped his head back and looked up at the stars. “My partner and I got trapped in a time loop for five years – technically called an internally unstable paradox – and we didn’t come out of it well. We were both…” He shook his head. “We were really messed up. We couldn’t function with other people for a long time, so even after we started recovering we were paired together. Started doing drugs, drinking. I don’t know how far we went – they took two years of my memories and I left and started running cons. Looking back, I wish they’d been stricter on us.” He turned to Ianto and met his gaze. “But then I wouldn’t be here.”
Ianto leaned across and kissed Jack softly. “I’m glad you’re here,” he whispered.
Gentle fingers brushed against the inside of his wrist and then his palm. He looked down and parted his fingers to let Jack’s slide between them and then tightened his grip. Their palms flattened together and he ran his thumb down the back of Jack’s. “I’m glad I found you,” Jack told him. He’d set his mug aside and brought his hand up to stroke Ianto’s cheek. “I’d forgotten what it’s like to not be alone.”
Next chapter
Chapter Title: Getting Away From It
Challenge/Fest: LongLiveIanto Bingo
Prompt: Cuddling by the fire
Rating: G
Dedication:
Summary: Jack and Ianto borrow the TARDIS and get away from it all in absolute luxury.
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Contains:
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
Ianto laughed and leaned into Jack as they left the restaurant. It was late, both for them and for the world they were on. Darkness had fallen whilst they ate, and the dessert, a rich chocolate cake with a smooth, tart cherry sauce, had been eaten by candle-light whilst they watched luxury yachts on the harbour below. Jack had told him more about the culture of the planet over the five courses, although he'd remained tight-lipped over what they were doing there and how he knew so much. “I don't think I've ever eaten so much in my life. And we've not seen the room yet...” He looked around the foyer with wide eyes. The opulence was staggering. “Jack...”
“Shhh.” Jack kissed his ear and Ianto laughed at the sensation. “Mr Jones, I think you're drunk.”
“Well, Captain Harkness, that might be because you kept plying me with drinks.” He let Jack steer him up the stairs and ran his free hand up the marble handrail of the balustrade. “Why are we going up the stairs and away from the lifts?”
“Because there isn't a lift to our room down there.”
“Oh.” He was almost disappointed, but Jack's grin said that there was more to it than that. “So where is there a lift to our room?”
Jack said nothing, but guided Ianto along the thick carpet until it gave out, and their path was shown instead by swirling lines of colour along a glass floor two floors above the entrance garden. At the far end of the room was an egg-shaped chamber in shimmering silver, which split open at Jack’s touch to reveal a marble-floored space with a curved sofa fitted into the far wall. Jack pulled Ianto in and wrapped his arms around his waist from behind to keep him looking out. “Now watch.”
From inside the walls were clear, although they still shimmered as they had from outside. Ianto's eyes were drawn to the faint glimmer of light far above them and a moment later they were shooting towards the stars, which grew brighter and clearer as they rose. He grabbed Jack's arms and laughed with him. “Jack,” he laughed, exhilarated, “how high?”
“One hundred floors,” Jack breathed in his ear. “And our own private lift.”
They came to a stop and the doors breezed open behind them. “This is... madness,” Ianto breathed as Jack tugged him out of the lift into a marble-floored hall, from which a wide staircase ascended to an upper floor. Beyond the staircase he could see, dimly lit, a large entertaining area with a piano and several groups of chairs and sofas. “Whatever it is, it isn't Spartan.”
Jack laughed and kissed his cheek, but then he pulled away. He made for the table at the foot of the stairs and picked up a long, slim stick. The tip lit up at his touch and he pointed it down the room. “Wandtech,” he explained. “Just out, I would imagine. This will be everywhere in a decade.”
”Good evening, Captain Harkness. I hope your meal was pleasant. Your luggage has been delivered to the dressing room in the master suite. Would you like it moving from there?” The lilting voice carried across the room in a strangely flat tone.
“No,” Jack answered, reaching out for Ianto's hand and pulling him past the stairs. “Requesting service in the lounge.”
”Certainly, sir. Would you like me to light the fire for you or play some music?”
“Light the fire,” Jack commanded. They reached a cluster of squishy chairs and sofas near the fire just as it burst into life and Jack tumbled Ianto onto the sofa, following after him and shifting to get them both comfortable until he could lie with his head on Ianto's chest. “Play Vaughan Williams, Lark Ascending.”
“Show off,” Ianto muttered, playing with Jack's hair idly. He looked around the room, what he could see of it in the light of the fire, and snuggled deeper into the sofa. “Jack, where are we?”
The music drifted around them, and Jack folded his hands on Ianto's chest and rested his chin on them. “What do you know, for starters?”
“Well...” He licked his lips and reached out to start scratching lightly at Jack's scalp. “The La Tassita hotel is the tallest and most luxurious hotel on Nolina – the fifty third planet of the Third British Empire. The main exports of the planet are tourism, financial services and wine, its primary language is neo-modern English, the currency is the pound, it was terraformed in 3024 and became habitable in 3112.” He brought his hand lower and scratched at the back of Jack’s neck, and his eyes fell closed in pleasure. “How am I doing so far.”
“You’re doing brilliantly…” He opened his eyes to glare at Ianto when he was smacked. “What was that for?”
“You know exactly what it was for.” Ianto went back to massaging Jack’s scalp, gratified by the whimper of pleasure he received. “Was I right?”
“Captain Harkness.” A soft voice drifted through the room and the lights raised automatically. Jack whined and sat up to look over the sofa towards the stairs, where a young, dark skinned woman in an exquisitely fitted suit was waiting patiently. “You requested service, sir.”
“I did.” Jack sat up reluctantly and ran his hands through his mussed hair. “I’d like a pot of hot chocolate for two, hold the alcohol this time. I think he’s had enough.”
“Certainly, sir.” She inclined her head and kept her gloved hands folded in front of her. “Would you care for a tour of the suite?”
“No, thank you. If you could bring the sweet breakfast platter at 10 tomorrow morning, we’ll take a tour after we’ve eaten.” He smiled at her, charming but dismissive, and she left with a short bow, leaving Jack to turn back to Ianto and tug him off the sofa, onto the thick rug. “Now…” He reached over and mussed Ianto’s hair, then lay down on his back with his head in Ianto’s lap and looked up at him. “Where were we?”
“We hadn’t got beyond ‘where are we’,” Ianto told him wryly. He got the message and started scratching at Jack’s scalp again. “Nolina, La Tassita, my first academy research paper.”
“Really?”
“Really. I put together a report on the main exports of the planets of the Third British Empire.” He smiled wryly and pushed Jack off so he could lie down next to him. “It was very boring, but I got top marks for it.”
Jack laughed and reached across to the table where he’d put the wand. He pointed it at the ceiling and it cleared from the rich, billowing purple it had been to clear, showing the star-scattered blue of the night sky. “Nolina is a tourist planet, the most popular destination in the human empire. Billions of people come here every year, from the backpackers who work the farms and keep it running to the magnates who rent rooms like this and finance it. This hotel is owned by the Stivaile Corporation, along with half the hotels in the city. It’s a destination for those who have more money than sense and are happy to admit it.”
“And we are here because…” He propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at Jack. “Are we just going to leave without paying?”
“No… we’re going to…” The butler drifted towards them and Jack sat up to accept a silver hot chocolate pot and two mugs. “Thank you. That will be all for tonight.” When she left, and Jack had poured them each a mug of hot chocolate, he leaned back against the sofa and continued his explanation. “Old Time Agency trick – you get back from a case, you’ve been following something for weeks, you’re tired, you might have been somewhere without hot water or indoor toilets, you just want to sleep. So what do you do? You turn up to a hotel, check in and sleep for a couple of days, use the shower and the pool, eat in the restaurant, charge it all to your room. Then you check out, get the booking details from them so you can go back in time to the right date and book it for your stay.”
“That’s…” Ianto frowned. “That’s extremely irresponsible. You could cause a rupture in time. We should…”
“Relax.” Jack scoffed. “It’s an internally stable paradox. I did these in basic training.”
Ianto narrowed his eyes and glared at Jack over his mug of hot chocolate. “What, exactly, did you do at the Time Agency?”
“Mostly stabilised unstable paradoxes.” Jack shrugged a shoulder. “Lots of nudging people in the right direction to make them do something they otherwise wouldn’t have, putting something in the right place to be useful. As well as lots of collecting things out of their time and either returning them to where they belonged or just containing them. It wasn’t a bad life…” He trailed off and stared into the depths of his mug.
Setting his mug aside for the moment, Ianto shuffled back to lean against the sofa next to Jack. “What happened?”
“Ah, I went off the rails.” Jack tipped his head back and looked up at the stars. “My partner and I got trapped in a time loop for five years – technically called an internally unstable paradox – and we didn’t come out of it well. We were both…” He shook his head. “We were really messed up. We couldn’t function with other people for a long time, so even after we started recovering we were paired together. Started doing drugs, drinking. I don’t know how far we went – they took two years of my memories and I left and started running cons. Looking back, I wish they’d been stricter on us.” He turned to Ianto and met his gaze. “But then I wouldn’t be here.”
Ianto leaned across and kissed Jack softly. “I’m glad you’re here,” he whispered.
Gentle fingers brushed against the inside of his wrist and then his palm. He looked down and parted his fingers to let Jack’s slide between them and then tightened his grip. Their palms flattened together and he ran his thumb down the back of Jack’s. “I’m glad I found you,” Jack told him. He’d set his mug aside and brought his hand up to stroke Ianto’s cheek. “I’d forgotten what it’s like to not be alone.”
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