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morgiaTitle: You're falling Ianto Jones, take my hand - Part 5/5 +Epilogue
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17, dark, angst
Spoilers: Not really, somewhere in season 2
Disclaimer: No, I don't know them
Summary: Torchwood always save the day, but maybe not this times...
Summary chapter: The end of the game…
Notes: Ok, this is not a Christmas tales, this prompt didn't want to leave me alone, so I wrote it. And no I'm not insane, I'm only a teach.
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Prologue Part one Part two Part three Part four
You’re falling Ianto Jones, take my hand
Part five
24 hours before
“Jaaaack!”
“Oh, you know how much I love to hear you scream like this Ianto”
“It’s not the time or the place sir…”
“Nobody is looking…”
“We are still in a grocery store!”
“Well, it’s not really a standard grocery store… What’s that anyway? Ginkgo Biloba… It sounds like some alien sex toy… Oh! Did I ever tell you about this little gadget they have on this planet where everybody is naked? I was with this adorable creature and….”
“Jack! It’s a natural herbal food supplement and we are here for Tosh, she always buys her dark tea from here. And yes you have definitely told me this story before.”
“Oh! And did I ever told you how much I love to squeeze your sexy back when you are holding me and I can smell your hot essence? In fact do you know what I’m thinking right now? Maybe we can go back into the store and…”
“Sorry sirs, but can I help you with anything?”
“Yes mam, I’m not certain if this product is the best choice for me. I have trouble with my stomach and if…”
Ianto looks at his boss with a smile whilst he has a conversation with the employee about the many benefits of a stable diet. Jack always knows how to react, he’s never destabilized. He loves the way he flirts with him in public, how he makes him feel gorgeous, feel unique. He always wished that he was special and Jack Harkness makes him believe in that now. Ianto Jones is a happy person, he’s in love.
24 hours after
Ianto Jones has a gun. Two men stand in front of him. One is his lover, the other is his master. Ianto Jones has a choice to make and he doesn’t know what to do.
“Kill him! That’s an order!” Yells the man in black with frustration in his voice.
“Ianto, don’t… I know you’re not like this…” Says Jack in soft voice.
“Argh… You make me sick. You don’t know him, you don’t love him. You shag him yes, but you think about her when you are in his arms. Hours before you wanted to kill him, you condemned him to hell. No, it’s too late captain, he’s my toy now…” Declares the man triumphantly.
Ianto Jones doesn’t move, he’s like a porcelain doll exposed in an antique dealer store. This vision of a perfect and sinister antique toy terrifies Jack, makes him even more afraid at being a pawn in this cruel game.
“No.” Whispers Ianto.
“What? It’s not fair! You have to obey me! You’re mine!” Shouts the man pounding the floor with his foot like a spoilt child.
Then, slowly Ianto’s arm raises and the gun is pointed to his own temple. His face is impassible, no emotion is even visible.
“I’m sorry sir, but the game is over… I love you Jack…” Says Ianto looking into lover’s eyes.
“Nooooo!” Shout both men in front of him in the same instant.
When the sound of the gunshot breaks through the air, two bodies collapse to the ground. Ianto Jones looks as if he is smiling in the middle of the growing pool of blood. Beside him, a man with a perfect black suit lies there. But, something wrong, his body is flat, like an empty puppet.
In an old and empty theater a play is over. The curtains go down. Three men are on the stage. Only one is alive.
“Everything is gonna be all right… Everything is gonna be all right…”Repeats Jack like a promise, rocking Ianto’s body in his arms.
Six hours after
“He still in the coma. The medics don’t know what to say. He has no injuries, no sign of any gunshot. Jack, he just sleeps, but he doesn’t react. I’m so sorry…” Says Owen in a serious voice.
“He will wake up, he will…” Answers Jack calmly, his arms crossed over his torso, standing beside the hospital bed.
In a white room a member of Torchwood team stands in front of his teammate. A new game begins and there is only one player. Six hours ago, in another white room, another member of the team woke up with merely a profound sigh.
Epilogue
TBC
