Title: Shhhhh…. Close your eyes Ianto Jones, it’s not a dream… chapter eight
Pairing: Jack/Ianto , the team
Rating: NC-17, angst
Spoilers: Not really, somewhere early in season 1, but after countryside and cyberwoman
Disclaimer: No, I don't know them
Summary: Torchwood team have problem, can Jack save them all ?
Summary chapter: Something coming.......
Notes: So this is a new series. I hope you gonna like it. I don’t know what I have this days, my life it’s a little bit complicated, a moment I laugh and the moment after I cry. My muses are crazy… and no I’m not pregnant, I’m only a teach.
Beta: the so fabulous and talented just_being_me08
previous chapter master list
Close your eyes Ianto Jones, it’s not a dream…..
Twenty-five years ago
The little boy looks at his mum with hopeful eyes, maybe this time she will pay attention to him. He came back from school with a drawing he did just for her. He puts the precious gift on the table, all his body shakes with apprehension and excitement. This time, she will smile at him; she will hug him and tell him that she’s proud of him. The little boy knows she will, all day he has thought about this very moment. His mum enters the kitchen and he has to restrain himself from not screaming, because he knows she hates that. So, he grasps the counter in front of him and waits. His mother passes in front of him without a look. If she saw the picture she doesn’t do anything to show it. The little boy feels tears appear in his eyes. He doesn’t want to cry, she doesn’t like that. He bites his lip and forces himself to be strong.
“Mum, I did that for you tod….”
“What? Owen, you know I hate it when you leave away things around the house. Pick that thing up and go clean your hands, you look dirty.”
“But mum…..”
“Owen, I don’t have time right now, go to your room!”
The little boy doesn’t want to show his disappointment, so he stops the sob that has built in his throat, taking his drawing and running to his room. In his bed, Toto his big cat looks at him with his large eyes. The little boy takes his Toto into his arms, hugging him firmly and putting his face into the comforting fur. Toto purrs, like a lullaby because his mother never sings to him. The little boy releases his sob like the streams after a hard winter. At this moment, Owen knows that love is a bitch, in his little world; Toto is the only source of comfort and love he has. Five months later, when a car will run over the animal, his heart will break and close forever.
Now
In Cardiff city, the night is fabulous. Stars shine, people walk around with happiness, musicians play in the bars, laughs and great conversations wander through the air. But, for three men, the night seems to be a nightmare. Two of them lie on the ground, blood everywhere. They look like they are sleeping in an embrace. They are not, they’re dead. The third one looks at them with a horrific expression, he’s sat on the ground, he sways softly with his legs in his arms. Owen Harper is confused, terrified.
“It’s not real….. It’s not real…. It’s not real…”
Somewhere
Ianto Jones has the sensation of falling. But he can’t see anything. It’s not because he’s in the darkness, it’s because there is nothing to see: he’s in the emptiness. He has no fear, no hope, he feels nothing more than falling down. Maybe I’m flying….. He tries to turn around to look behind him, to see his wings. But he can’t, every time he tries to move he turns on himself, like he doesn’t move at all. Suddenly, he hits something hard. Light explodes around him and he realises that he was not falling downwards, but falling upwards: he’s on the ceiling. Disorientated, he tries to stand up, but the confusion off balances him and he falls. Buzzing plays on his ears, his mind is confused, he has the sensation to turn on himself like a toupee. He takes his head in hands and closes his eyes firmly. I have to focus….. I have to find a way to get out….. Then, a strong hand holds him and he stands up in a jump.
“Run Ianto, RUN!”
“Jack? Jack what’s wrong?”
“They are here, they’ve arrived! Please Ianto run!!!”
“Who? Jack who’s arrived?”
Behind him he hears a rumble of thunder and sees darkness cover the place like a wave that furiously hits the rocks in a storm. Fear comes to him violently, whatever’s coming, it’s coming for him. He holds Jack’s hand and starts to run. Behind him the thunder and the darkness reduce the distance between them, he can feel the coldness on his back, like fangs that are trying to devour him.
TBC
Well, sorry to leave you again with a cliff, but its so fun to write....... this series will be more longer at thought at first........ I keep writing this week so more soon! Like always thank you very much to read and comment, its really appreciated ;)
Shhhhh…. Close your eyes Ianto Jones, it’s not a dream…. chapter 7
Title: Shhhhh…. Close your eyes Ianto Jones, it’s not a dream… chapter seven
Pairing: Jack/Ianto , the team
Rating: NC-17, angst
Spoilers: Not really, somewhere early in season 1, but after countryside and cyberwoman
Disclaimer: No, I don't know them
Summary: Torchwood team have problem, can Jack save them all ?
Summary chapter: In a desesperate situation, men do desperate action…
Notes: So this is a new series. I hope you gonna like it. I don’t know what I have this days, my life it’s a little bit complicated, a moment I laugh and the moment after I cry. My muses are crazy… and no I’m not pregnant, I’m only a teach.
Beta: the so fabulous and talented just_being_me08
Previous chapter
Master list
Three days before
Ianto Jones is making coffee. He works effectively; it’s his job to be efficient, to be the one in the shadows. He doesn’t complain, after the nightmare of Canary Wharf, the betrayal and Lisa’s death, he can cope to be the invisible man. Sometime, he forgets about himself and he feels better. The Hub is empty, and everyone else has gone home. It’s late, Jack still working in his office, he’s probably even forgotten about him too. The coffee’s scent caresses his senses, comforts him. Then, two strong arms hold him from behind and he feels like waves carry him far away.
“Ohhh, you know how much I love to smell this delicious essence….”
“I thought you might need a coffee sir….”
“What I need right now is more than a cup of coffee Ianto….”
Ianto feels hands stroking across his body, a mouth devouring his skin. He moves in the same way that the other body explores him. Fingers caress his buttocks, his chest, his stomach. Suddenly, unable to be stopped; giggles explode from his throat and exit like a water fall from his lips. All his body shakes nervously. At first, the other man looks at him in a surprise, before grinning at him.
“Why Ianto Jones, are you ticklish?”
“I’m sorry sir, you caught me by surprise….”
“Oh, young man, you are so lost right now. I will make you giggle until you beg me to stop!”
“Jack! Don’t do that!!!”
“Ohhh, if you say my name, it’s because it’s very serious….. You are really big ticklish then….”
With these words, the other man firmly holds the young man and starts to run his fingers over his body. The young man reacts immediately and screams mixed with a loud laughs blow up into the air. Ianto Jones tries desperately to escape the embrace, but the other man continues to attack him furiously.
“JAAAAACK!!!!!!!”
“What? What is it?”
“Jack! Jack please stop!”
“Are you begging me young man?”
“YEEEEEES! Jack please… I surrender….”
The assault stops to be substituted by a devouring mouth. Both bodies clash against each other, trying to take control. Breathing accelerates, feverish lust furiously takes their minds, excited hands take off the others clothes. Ianto Jones has the sensation that his skin is burning under the touch of the other man’s caress. His tongue lick Jack’s chest, his teeth bite at his nipples, his fingers squeeze his dick. He needs him; he wants his skin on his, breathlessly he wishes to be one with his captain. Whimpers echo around the place and he realizes that it is him groaning like this.
“Jack…. Jack I need you now…..”
“Ianto, my beautiful soldier, you’re so gorgeous….”
Sparkles dance in front of him, fog captures his mind and desire’s convulsions bring into another dimension at the very moment Jack takes him hard over the desk.
Now
The sky is beautiful; all the stars twinkle in a fabulous purity of beauty. On the ground, three men stand in fear of the next bombshell, completely indifferent of the picture above them. A moment before the youngest man died in the captain arms. In a sigh he returned to life. But, all is an illusion. What is reality? What is real and what is just the imagination of the mind? A ball of glass turns around in the air, like a predator that waits for the next move. The young man looks at his captain, he’s so pale, his gaze is confused, all his body shakes violently.
“Jack, why didn’t I fly? ….”
“Ianto, I’m here now, I will protect you….”
Then, the ball turns faster and a brilliant light emanates from it. The young man reacts immediately in a painful spasm and a groan escapes his mouth before his eyes turn in orbit.
“Oh no, you aren’t going to win this time…..”
The captain takes his gun and firmly holds the young man.
“Owen, I’m sorry that you have to see this. It’s all going to be alright, please trust me. It’s the only way to stop them. I will come back….. Just trust me….”
“What? Jack? Damn it Jack! What are you fucking doing with your gun pointed to your head?”
BANG
TBC
chapter 8
Ok sorry for the cliff, but I promise to finish this series this week!!!!!!!! Thank you so much for read and comment ;)
Shhhhh…. Close your eyes Ianto Jones, it’s not a dream…
Title: Shhhhh…. Close your eyes Ianto Jones, it’s not a dream…
Pairing: Jack/Ianto , the team
Rating: NC-17, angst
Spoilers: Not really, somewhere early in season 1, but after countryside and cyberwoman
Disclaimer: No, I don't know them
Summary: Torchwood team have problem, can Jack save them all ?
Summary chapter: confrontation on a roof
Notes: So this is a new series. I hope you gonna like it. I don’t know what I have this days, my life it’s a little bit complicated, a moment I laugh and the moment after I cry. My muses are crazy… and no I’m not pregnant, I’m only a teach.
Beta:
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Shhhhh…. Close your eyes Ianto Jones, it’s not a dream….
Prologue
The sky is beautiful, all the stars in the vault of heaven look like a thousand fireflies eternally fixed in the name of beauty. In a big city like Cardiff, the roofs are the best place to see them. When the sky is clear and the moon is in collusion, the view is fabulous for someone who takes the time to watch. Tonight, three men stand on a roof, but they don’t care about the stars. One is armed, one stands on the very edge and the other tries to fight his own fear. The man watches, like a nightmare he can’t control, members of his own team falling deeply into madness.
“Owen, this is an order. Put the gun down.”
“Jack! He wants to kill us… all of us… Look at what he did to Tosh!”
“I had nothing to do with that! You’re the one who wants to kill me… All of you… You all want to see me dead…”
“Ianto get down from the edge now. Take my hand…”
“Don’t worry sir, I’m gonna fly!”
“Damn it Ianto! Stop!”
“Sir… Don’t you see my wings? They are so beautiful…”
“Don’t call me a bastard you son of a bitch! What? Now you’re laughing? You think this is funny? Poisoning us? I’m gonna shoot you!”
“Owen! He said nothing to you! He didn’t laugh! Put. The. Gun. Down.”
“Jack…. Can’t you see him? Can’t you hear him? The tea boy, he’s dangerous, we have to stop him…”
“Both of you listen to me. What you see and hear…… it’s not real. You are intoxicated, you need help. Let me help you.”
“I don’t believe you… What he did to Tosh...”
“Sir, it’s so beautiful…”
On a roof, three men now stand. The moon it their only witness, looking as if it may smile as it watches on. A confrontation is in progress, reality playing alongside fiction. Who is lying and who is telling the truth? They are all exhausted. The man in the long coat has confused eyes, he’s vision is so fuzzy. He feels that the situation is out of his control and he hates that. His team is in trouble and he’s afraid to lose them. The man with the gun is angry; he can see the shivers tremble through his body. He has blood on his clothes, on his hands. The other man just smiles softly, he looks groggy, his arm dancing slowly in the air. Something has happened, something is wrong with his team and he has to save them. He knows if he reacts quickly he can easily disarm the medic. But his youngest team member worries him, he stands of the edge of the roof, he could fall at any moment. He doesn’t want to lose him, not after he forgave him for the cyberwoman incident, not after he comforted him after the cannibals in the countryside, not after having tasted his lips and not being able to forget them.
“Ianto please… look at me. Take my hand, stay with me…”
“I’m sorry Jack, but the tea boy deserves to die!”
Suddenly a gunshot breaks into the night.
TBC
You're falling Ianto Jones, take my hand Epilogue
Title: You're falling Ianto Jones, take my hand - 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: Ianto is falling….
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. HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!
Beta: The fabulous and so talented:![[info]](https://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
just_being_me08
So, this is the end. Thank you so much to everyone who read and comment. I wish you a happy, fabulous and creative New Year !!!!! Big hugs !!!
You’re falling Ianto Jones, take my hand
Asleep, The Smiths
Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
I don't want to wake up
On my own anymore
Sing to me
Sing to me
I don't want to wake up
On my own anymore
Don't feel bad for me […]
Epilogue
The darkness, it's everywhere, like he’s fallen into a deep hole. The cold air, all around him, like an invisible hand caressing the back of his neck. Ianto Jones walks alone in a place he doesn’t recognize.
“My little boy, what are you doing here? Whispers a warmth voice behind him.
“Mum?”
“I’m here baby, I’m here…”
“Mum, what is this place?”
“It’s where you go when you are dying…”
“I’m dying? … Mum... It all feels wrong….”
“I know baby…”
The woman takes him into her arms and Ianto feels like nothing else matters. She sings to him softly, for the little boy she left all too soon, for the son she did not cradle enough, for all the times she wasn't there to chase away the nightmares.
“You’re not supposed to be here…” Says the woman as she caresses Ianto’s hair.
“I did some awful things… I’m a bad person, I’m a monster…” Ianto whispered his voice shaky.
“No, don’t say that. It isn’t true, it really isn’t. You’re just my boy lost in the big world…”Says the woman, before taking Ianto’s face in her hands.
“There was a man, he ordered me to do all those horrible things … and I did it… There was a part of me that loved it…” Confesses Ianto with his eyes closed.
“The man is dead… He disappeared when you killed yourself, you were the link between him and reality… You severed that link, you saved the day my beautiful son…” Says the woman proudly.
“Mum, I don’t want to die…”
“Then wake up Ianto…”
“I don’t know how…”
“You know my son, you know…”
Suddenly the protective arms are not there anymore. He’s alone in the cold darkness. He’s falling and the sensation comes over him as a wave; the feeling of falling apart terrifies him. Ianto Jones screams, but there is no one there to listen.
Six hours before
It’s a cold in the blank white room. It’s not a place where you can hear joyous exclamations and laughter. It’s a room where time looks to have stopped, where sadness and despair grasp gradually at a person’s throat. In this room a woman looks to be sleeping, whilst a man cries softly at her side.
“Please Gwen, don’t leave me alone… Wake up my love… I’m here now…”
But the woman doesn’t reacts. She simply stays there in the silence.
“I need you babe… You know the meeting I have next week? Well, I know you said don’t go shopping alone, but I went and…Gwen, I’m not good with colour you know that. I bought this awful yellow shirt; the shop assistant told me it looked great… But, when I returned home...”
A profound sigh interrupts his monologue. In an instant, the woman wakes up.
“Gwen? Ah! Gwen!”
“Rhys… I told you… never going shopping… alone…”
“I swear my love! Never ever again!”
In this cold and white room, lovers embrace each other. The man caresses the woman’s hair and makes the promise he will always be in her side through all the darkness. And she believes him, she’s knows the monster is gone now, she’s no longer afraid. .
Eight hours after
In another room, another game is playing out. However, this time, the man who lies there doesn’t wake up; instead he falls slowly into death’s cold arms. His lover is by his side, he can’t do anything to help and so he just has to wait. He closes his eyes, kisses his young lover’s lips and whispers encouraging words into his ears. Deep inside him, he knows the game is never over. Ianto is not alone, he’s there for him.
Ianto is falling, he’s dying.
“Ianto”
“Jack?”
“Ianto come back to me.”
“Jack! Help me!”
“You’re falling Ianto Jones, take my hand…”
In front of him, a big and strong hand appears in the darkness, and without hesitation Ianto Jones catches it furiously. The falling stops, the darkness disappears as raging river brings him into the light.
In this cold room something changes, a sparkle of hope passes across Jack’s eyes. Ianto squeezes his hand.
“Ianto?”
“Jack?”
“Ianto wake up.”
“I can’t!”
“Ianto open your eyes, just do it for me…”
He opens his eyes, but the light hurts him. A hand touches his face, lips kiss his mouth, and suddenly he feels so alive.
“Welcome back Ianto Jones.”
Ianto smiles in return, he’s too weak to speak. Strong arms embrace him. He’s safe now.
**************
It is a wonderful day in Cardiff, a beautiful sunny day. The children are playing in the park, women are all smiling in the fresh early spring, men are laughing loudly and flirting with them. Cardiff is a wonderful place to live. The population are safe; because Torchwood is there to protect them. No matter, what the price to pay is, the monsters will always be punished.
Fin
You're falling Ianto Jones, take my hand part five
Title: 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.
Beta: The fabulous, brilliant, amazing and so talented just_being_me08
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
You're falling Ianto Jones, take my hand part 4
Title: You're falling Ianto Jones, take my hand - Part 4/5 +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 puppet master wants to play a new 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.
Beta: The fabulous, brilliant, amazing and so talented just_being_me08
Prologue part one part two part three
You’re falling Ianto Jones, take my hand
Part four
A woman lies in a white bed. Beside her a man holds her hand softly, whispering soft words into her ear. He smiles to stop himself falling apart, his lover lying there in front of him, hovering between life and death.
“I don’t understand what happened…I will kill him. Ianto Jones is a dead man… I swear…” Declares Rhys angrily.
“Don’t Rhys, he wasn’t himself, and he wasn’t our Ianto. Something happened….I know him, he could never hurt his friends....” Says Tosh nervously, tears stinging in her eyes.
“Tell me what happened…I want to know what he did to her. Where was the famous captain Jack Harkness? Why he didn’t protect her? Why didn’t he save her?” Asks Rhys with a cold voice, looking at them furiously.
“We were weevil hunting. Gwen and Ianto were together inside an abandoned building. It was just an ordinary day. Then, Ianto asks for help, he said they were in danger. Jack was the first to go. I swear Rhys, Ianto isn’t himself, when Tosh and I found them; he shoved Tosh aside and tried to strangle me. He kidnapped Gwen and for hours we didn’t know where they were.” Says Owen without a looking at Rhys.
“But he tortured her, he shot her! How could he do that? She suffered for hours; I bet she begged him to stop, for it all to stop. My strong and beautiful Gwen crying alone with that monster…” Murmurs Rhys in anger.
In an instant Rhys stands up and pushes Owen to the wall beside them, his hands on his shoulders pushing him against the plaster.
“How could he do that? How could you let him do that?” Shouts Rhys into Owen’s face.
A hand rests on his shoulder, eyes looking softly at him. Then, he relaxes, Toshiko comforting him just by her definitive calm. He knows deep down inside, that they had done everything they could to save their teammate. His lover is safe in this hospital room. He’s with her, and everything will be all right. He will protect her. But, if only a part of the Torchwood team is secure now, somewhere in Cardiff another deadly game is just beginning.
Ianto’s body lies on the ground like dislocated puppet. Jack is by his side, fixed into a static position, standing as still as a statue. They are on a stage in an old and empty theater. Slowly the curtains go up, and the show can finally begin. Ianto’s eyes open, he stands up, but his body is leaning forward. With a series of jerky movements he stands completely. His visage is painted in white with red circles on the cheeks, exactly like an old wax doll, a fake smile smeared across the pale skin. Suddenly, a waltz melody plays out into the air. Ianto walks roughly forward to Jack and pulls him into an insane dance. Two bodies dance around on the stage, following the music’s cadence perfectly.
“Bravo! You are fabulous! Do you appreciate my new game Captain Jack Harkness?” Asks a loud voice in the parterre.
“Please Ianto, come back for me, stop…..” Pleads Jack to the impassive face of his lover.
“Oh, captain, you are so funny! Do you think that this is a fairy tale? He’s my toy now, not yours anymore!” Shouts the voice again.
The music plays faster, the dancers moving around more rapidly like leaves in the fierce wind.
“Ianto….” Whispers Jack.
A hysteric laugh resonates around the place and the music ends. The dancers stop moving, freezing in their tracks.
“Do you want to play captain?” Asks the man happily.
In Ianto’s hand a gun suddenly appears. Swiftly, his arm raises and points the gun at Jack. The man claps his hands in pleasure, a splendid smile spreading across his face as he anticipates the shot. But something is wrong, Ianto hesitates, the shot doesn’t sound.
“Do it my beautiful! Kill him!” Orders the man joyfully.
But Ianto doesn’t move, no emotion visible on his face. In an old and empty theater three men stand in the middle of a stage. Only one holds a gun.
Part five
TBC
Note 2: Ok, this series is complete now. I had so much fun to write this and thank you very much for all the great comments you wrote. I have to return to work very soon with my real littles monsters (yup, working with teens.....) I hope you will enjoy the rest like you enjoyed the beginning.
you're falling Ianto Jones, take my hand part3
Title: You're falling Ianto Jones, take my hand - Part 3/?
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: In which way Jack know what happens to Ianto
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.
Beta: The fabulous, brilliant, amazing and so talented just_being_me08
You’re falling Ianto Jones, take my hand...
Part three
Jack Harkness wakes up with a profound moan. He is lying on the cold ground, surrounded by the darkness. There is a brief clap of hands along side a man’s laugh and the lights suddenly illuminate the room.
“Well done! I’m impressed, that was a brilliant performance!” Yells a tall man in front of him.
The man wears classic black suit, like he is presiding over a ceremony, Ianto standing by his side, a smile across his face, no longer injured. All around them, toys are spread across the floor, as if they are in a spoilt child’s room. Jack turns his head to glance around, eyeing the wax dolls, olds puppets, automatic clowns and rag dolls that are everywhere, looking at him.
“Who are you?” Asks Jack in hoarse voice.
“I am the puppet master.” Answers the man smiling in all his prestige.
“No offense, but it sounds like nothing to be afraid of.” Replies Jack with amusement, trying to stand up, pain written across his face.
“Captain, my beautiful Ianto was right, you are truly amazing for your kind! Perfect” Answers the man with a cold glance before kissing Ianto so passionately.
The view of Ianto being kissed by this man gives Jack an unfamiliar feeling of nausea, an icy wave passing over him. He feels dirty, a mix of anger and sadness building insidiously inside him. This is a nightmare. I will wake up soon in Ianto’s arms; I will wake up soon, thinks Jack without really believing any of it.
“What have you done to him?! He’s not himself; the Ianto I know could never have done this to anyone, to his teammates.” Shouts Jack drily looking directly into Ianto’s cold and indifferent eyes.
“I gave him a choice. I spoke to his other side, the dark and powerful side that awoke at Canary Wharf, but which he refused to give life to. I have given him the right to live and a reason to be free.” Declares the man proudly, caresses Ianto’s face softly.
Then, in an instant the dolls, the puppets, all of the toys move slowly towards Ianto to be by his side, to almost cover him completely. Jack stares at the scene in horror, feeling the ground open under his feet, like he can’t breathe. He tries to scream his name, but just a primal groan escapes his lips. In the room, like thunder, the man’s laugh echoes everywhere.
12 hours before
“Ianto? Gwen? Where are you?!” Asks Jacks nervously into the comm. unit, running into the now dark alley.
Nobody answers him, a sudden and brutal panic sensation beginning to devour him inside. The door opens with a crash, as he enters the place without hesitation, knowing something is wrong. His team is in serious trouble.
“Jack, we put the weevils into the SUV, they will sleep for hours. Tosh and I are in the other side of the building. We will find them.” Says Owen with a trusting voice.
“Tosh, Owen, stick together, that’s an order. Never break communication. Be safe.” Orders Jack firmly.
As soon as he takes the next corridor, Ianto is standing in front him. His head is leaning forward, arms hanging at his side, face so pale.
“Ianto, are you all right? Where’s Gwen?” Asks Jack holding him tightly.
“It’s always her, it’s always been her. I’m a big idiot! I believed all your lies….. sir.” Whispers Ianto into Jack’s ear.
“What? What’s do you mean? What’s happening??” Asks Jack, so unsure about what is going on.
“Sir, I swear, a part of me loved you, but I killed it. I’m sorry Jack, the game…… it’s over.” Replies Ianto.
They face each other for a moment; their bodies close for a last dance, as if time has stopped. Tenderly, Ianto reaches up and kisses Jack’s lips, his hand caressing his neck.
“Jack, forgive me...” Begs Ianto as he knocks Jack’s head violently against the wall behind them.
Ianto Jones walks on through the corridors of this old and abandoned building. Behind him his lost lover lies motionless on the floor, but he doesn’t care anymore. A new desire burns inside him. Ianto wants to have fun and Gwen is the perfect victim.
12 hours after
“I don’t understand.... Why him?...” Asks Jack unable to tear his gaze from Ianto.
“Well, he was so young, so beautiful. I found so much anger, distress and suffering deep inside him, he was perfect. I just had to push him that little bit and he did the rest himself. Then, I saw you, felt you inside him. Oh, what a wonderful sensation...... and I saw her, Gwen, felt the jealousy.... it gave me all the power I needed! I knew that I had found new toys to play with! Captain, he did so well with her! And how he handled the others…..truly amazing!” Declares the man, eyes sparkling like a child.
“And why am I here?” Asks Jack, never breaking eye contact with Ianto who now looks at him with confused eyes.
“Why? Oh, captain, you are the most incredible doll I ever had! I have to repair all my other toys, but you, you are indestructible! All the games I can play thanks to you! So of course, I order my beautiful new toy to bring you here to me. ” Says the man with a joyous voice.
Beside the man, Ianto stands alone in the middle of the toys which begin to move in a sinister way around him. Something changes in his face, his smile falls. Increasingly, terror replaces the cold happiness he had before. His eyes locks onto Jack’s.
“Jack... Help me....” Squeals Ianto with a broken voice, like a lost boy, looking right into Jack’s eyes.
“No! You are my toy now, you will listen to me!” Shouts the man angrily.
From nowhere, children’s music plays out into the room, Ianto collapsing to the ground like a puppet that has had his strings cut. Jack’s scream break the air.
TBC
Part four
You're fallling Ianto Jones, take my hand part 2
Title: You're falling Ianto Jones, takes my hand - Part 2/?
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...
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.
Beta: the fabulous, brilliant, amazing and so talentedjust_being_me08
You’re falling Ianto Jones, take my hand...
Part two
Ianto Jones runs, for his life, for the redemption he knows he never will have. The pain is everywhere, like his body is an open wound. He can feel his pursuer’s warm and halting breath bruise the back of his neck, Jack Harkness will catch him. Ianto knows that he wants to stop him, to hurt him, to kill him. So he runs as fast as he can, he doesn’t want to die. He has to reach this building, this door in front of him, just a few meters more and he will be safe. But at the very moment the door opens, strong hands grab his shoulders and push him brutally to the ground. Two bodies roll over, locked in a macabre dance.
“Why?” Jack whispers, his fingers creeping nervously around Ianto’s neck.
“Oh captain, my captain, you don’t love me anymore?” Replies Ianto, a thick amusement within his voice.
“Ianto please, don’t make me hate you... Don’t make me kill you...” Jack asks, clutching at Ianto’s hair as he knocks his head violently against the floor.
The pain, it’s everywhere, like his body is an open wound. Ianto Jones is dying, his boss, his friend, his lover, murdering him.
12 hours before
“No, it wasn’t like that. I knew it was an alien!” Owen tries to explain.
“Oh, of course Owen, we believe you. What we don’t understand is why you asked it for a drink after work.” Gwen says with a smile, standing by his side.
“It’s was just for the investigation, I’m a professional.” Replies Owen seriously.
“Is that why I have to call you almost every morning to be sure you’re awake?” Asks Toshiko without looking at him, concentrating hard on her computer screen within SUV’s bonnet.
“Yup, your professionalism takes my breath away.” Says Ianto calmly, Gwen’s laugh explode in the air.
“Ok kids, fun’s over. We have weevils to catch. Tosh, How many are they?” Jack asks firmly, interrupting their banter.
“Two in this alley and one in the building.” Answers Toshiko looking right into Jack’s eyes.
“Gwen, Ianto you take the building. Stick together, alright? Tosh and Owen, you’re with me.” Jack orders striding off towards the alley.
Gwen and Ianto looks each other for a moment, before nodding and moving to open the dirty building’s doors. It’s a vast and abandoned edifice, an old shopping center. Boxes, cases, disparate furniture are all over the place, a lurid dust covering everything. A feeble late sun’s light crosses over the broken windows.
“Creepy...” Says Ianto with a slight smile.
“Brrr, I hate this kind of place, it’s always scares me like I’m a little girl again.” Replies Gwen taking a torch light and her gun.
“Don’t worry, I’m here with you.” Assures Ianto, as his fingers tighten around his gun.
“I know you will always protect me.” Says Gwen with a smile in her voice.
“I try my best.” Replies Ianto seriously.
All of a sudden, a growling pierces the air and Gwen runs quickly to where the noise is coming from. Ianto, at first, doesn’t realise that Gwen is not at his side anymore. He shouts her name trying to stop her, but she’s so far away that he isn’t capable of catching her. A gunshot and a human scream comes from somewhere and his heart beat stops for a moment. Please, no, not Gwen, he thinks to himself nervously.
“Sir, we have trouble here.” Says Ianto with a grave voice into his comm. unit, running down the corridor.
“What’s happening? Where are you? Where’s Gwen?” Jack asks frantically, trying to restrict the panic in his voice.
“I... I was with her….. but then we heard a growl and she ran. I’m sorry sir, I lost her...” Confesses Ianto gravely.
“Ianto, where are you exactly? I’m coming.” Says Jack.
Ianto looks around him, he doesn’t know where he is. The walls are different, no dust cover the ground, children’s music playing softly in the air. He is in an empty room. Then, he hears a giggle, before a pain pierces his head and he collapse to the ground.
“Ianto? Ianto?! Where are you? Gwen?! Can you hear me?!” Shouts Jack’s voice, but there is no one to answer him.
12 hours after
Ianto head knocks violently against the concrete floor. The pain is everywhere. He’s exactly where he wanted to be. After all, he’s won.
“Jack, I’m sorry...” Whispers Ianto.
For a moment, a simple second, Jack sees real love in Ianto’s eyes. Then, a gunshot explodes, the world topples over and he’s falling through the darkness. Jack Harkness is dead.
TBC
Note:English its not my first language, its very hard for me to write this but its really fun too, its a good style exercice for the writer in me. Without my fabulous beta, I'm not sure this will be good, so thanks Si. Comments are always welcome and appreciated, if you like or dislike please take the times to explain why, it is possible. Have good times everyones and Joyeux temps des fêtes.
prologue part one part three
Dedicate to a fabulous and so talented young woman, Sian. She's a good friend now and its her birthay today !!!!
You're falling Ianto Jones, takes my hand - Part 1 (1/?)
Title: You're falling Ianto Jones, takes my hand - Part 1 (1/?)
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17, dark, angst
Spoilers: not really, somewhere in season 2
Summary: Torchwood always save the day, but maybe not this times...
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.
Beta: the fabulous, brilliant, amazing and so talented,
just_being_me08 You’re falling Ianto Jones, take my hand...
Prologue
Part one
His breath, hot and dry, his lungs unable to take anymore. His heart beat drumming in his ears, a deep panic that keeps him on the edge. It can’t be, no, it’s impossible. He runs in the simple hope that it might all be a trick. He hears the foot steps of his team following him, but they sound so far away. Nothing seems to be real, he can’t believe anything anymore. The doors open with a loud crash, he climbs the stairs like a beast who know its trap, enters the dark room and sees. The body lying there, in the middle of the room. His hand touches her face, it’s so cold, his mouth caresses her lips, it’s all so wrong. Something breaks inside him, suddenly he feels so empty. Gwen Cooper is dead.
“What’s wrong sir? She lies there alone, just for you. Is that not what you wanted?” Says a voice behind him.
“Ianto......what have you done?” Jack asks, the broken anger so clear in his voice.
“I don’t know. I played with her and a moment later she cracked. She was not so strong after all.” Ianto replies with a grin.
“Gwen, wake up please. Don’t leave us, don’t leave me...” Whispers Jack like a prayer, cradling her body in his arms.
“You are pathetic. You disgust me.” Says the other man coldly.
Suddenly, Ianto feels like a wall has fallen on him, he can’t breathe anymore, the pain…it’s everywhere. Jack, his boss, his friend, his lover hits him furiously, makes him scream, puts him to hell. Through the beating, an irrational laugh builds inside him like a fire ball and explodes from his mouth. Hearing Ianto’s laugh stirs up Jack’s anger, the older man punching him harder and harder. Blood is everywhere, on both their faces, on Jack’s hands, on the ground. The only noise that resonates through the room is Jack’s fist as it pounds into Ianto’s body; an eerie, repetitive sound.
“Jack….. stop!” A voice shouts from somewhere behind them.
The surprise paralyses Jack’s movements for a second, leaving Ianto to free himself and run away. He doesn’t look back, he knows Jack will follow him and it’s exactly what he has wanted.
Somewhere in Cardiff, behind the dark alleys, inside a ruined building, trapped in a small and dirty room a woman lies there with the dead kissing at her lips. A hand caresses her hair whilst others hands tries to stop the haemorrhaging.
“Owen…… is she dead?” Questions a soft voice nervously.
TBC
Part two
Ianto Jones know he's not a hero, he's just a survivor
Title: Ianto Jones know he's not a hero, he's just a survivor
Author:: morgia
Warning: angst, maybe you need tissues
Pairing : Ianto/Lisa Ianto/Jack
Spoilers: Hum, a little bit of Fragment, but a lot of Cyberwoman
Summary: The Ianto's life after Canary Wharf
Disclaimer: heuu, really, believe me I don't know them.
Notes: So, ok, well this is my second Torchwood fic. I really try to wrote something happy with Ianto, but my inspiration was not agree. I think Ianto past is fascinating, very mysterious. I tried my best to wrote something about his life part and I hope you gonna appreciated my point of view. Bonne lecture
Beta: the fabulous
just_being_me08
Ianto Jones know he’s not a hero, he’s just a survivor
The fire, all around him, like being in a storm. He has to fight with himself to not let the panic suffocate him. The screams, he can’t hear anything else. The horror is so big, it’s like all the screams are only one voice. The fear, that paralyzes his legs, that gives him bile in his throat. He has to focus, he can’t be weak. The corpses, everywhere, like a college dormitory. But, they don’t sleep, they are dead, all dead. The lover, she’s somewhere alive, he wants to believe it, he needs to anchor a little piece of happiness in this nightmare. Lisa, her body is broken like a rag doll, her voice is weak like a soft rain, she's whispering his name. Ianto Jones is alive. He doesn't know why, but he swears to god he will save her.
Suffering, the unconsciousness moment is a part of heaven for her. Lisa is alive, but she’s like an open wound. Crying, when her beautiful eyes are open he can see the sea, but is not a view of joy, it’s all the tears that are not falling yet on her soft face. Praying, when he takes her hand and comforts her like an eternal prayer. He prays sometimes for a miracle, for her recovery, for her death. Surviving, each day are like walking in a dark tunnel without any promise of light. He has to find a better place for her and Torchwood three is perfect. He’s heard about the famous Jack Harkness. Ianto Jones will do everything and anything to save Lisa. If he has to, he will betray himself for her.
The flirt, he knows how to seduce someone. A little smile, a side look, hips slowly touching the other man’s body to get the desired effect. He knows how to flirt, but he doesn’t know how to stop. The game, the man is gorgeous, he finds it easy to seduce him and be charming in return. He doesn’t admit it, but he likes Jack’s attention. He says it’s harassment, but he thinks it’s a pleasure that gives him shivers of desire. The kiss, always been reserved for only her, now shared with him. The culpability, when Jack hands caress his body and he likes it, when he smiles to Lisa with the smell of Jack still under his skin. Ianto Jones wants to be somebody else and Jack gives him that opportunity.
Kissing, savouring the flavour of his lips like a juicy peach. Touching, caressing his body with strong hands to be certain that it all belongs to him. Smelling, that pure fragrance of desire and lust that transcends in his skin. Looking, the beauty of his perfect buttocks, the curves of his hips, the shade that dances for a few moments in his eyes when an orgasm blazes through him. Feeling, the powerful sensation to be alive when he taking him to the edge, when his mind explodes with his name on his lips; Jack... Falling, like being in a waterfall when he leaves his arms after making love. Losing, to be left behind in the darkness when the emptiness is the only presence around him. Ianto Jones doesn’t deserve happiness, he’s an impostor, he’s supposed to be dead.
The lies, he always has to lie to someone, Jack, Lisa, his teammates, himself. The confusion, he’s not even sure who he is anymore; A lover, a hero or just a slut. Every time he sees his reflection in the mirror he sees the stranger who took his life. The sadness, it’s always around him, it scrutinizes everything he has done, it grips at his throat barely letting enough oxygen in for breathing. The loneliness, alone when he’s with others, taking their shit, smiling and being polite with everyone of them. Alone when he gives Lisa her medication, when he stands beside her silently trying to be strong. Although, some times, Ianto Jones dreams to be somewhere else.
Fuming, the fire that blazes inside him, the same fire that burned through Canary Wharf before. His anger is like a monster who always is at his side, waiting impatiently for the chance to devour him. Screaming, it hurts him to always have to fake his happiness. When he can’t manage his shit life any longer, he goes deep down into the basement and screams to hell, until sobs are only thing that can pass out of his mouth. Hoping, some nights when Jack sleeping breaths caress his neck, Ianto dreams about an other life. He know he shouldn’t, but some time he hopes Jack will save the day and end his nightmare. Resigning, his life is not what he wanted, but he still loves her. So every moment of his life is a fight against his lost dreams. He knows he doesn’t have a choice, so he raises his head and he carries on. Ianto Jones has dignity and nobody can take it from him.
“Ianto! Would you work some coffee magic? ” Says Jack, his hands together like a prayer.
Ianto turns around with a quick half smile on his face. He will do everything for her.
Fin