Summer 13 | Closed to Jack Harkness

[readystopwatch]

[He hasn’t meant to avoid Jack since arriving here but somehow it’s felt easier to do just that. It’s been awkward, trying to fit back into each others lives with all the time and distance and obvious secrets they’re both pretending don’t exist. Its felt simpler to just pretend they’re both busy getting to know this place and that’s why they haven’t seen much of each other.

Still if there’s one thing Ianto Jones has learned it’s that you can’t run away from the inevitable. Better to face it head on, go see Jack and get all this out in the open once and for all. They’ve got to start reconnecting sometime, why put it off any longer?

So it’s with two thermoses of coffee and a decided effort to hide any awkwardness that he knocks on the door of Moose Cabin.]

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That moment when you accidentally post a half finished tag 😂

[readystopwatch]

“He’s missed you, probably as much as I have,” Ianto responds absently. Good luck getting him to admit it though. Still, he knows Spike always gets excited to have Jack around.

And honestly he doesn’t know what else there is to say on the matter of changing him. They talked it over when they first got back and he was overruled, convinced to wait a bit. Maybe that was the right call at the time, but he can’t wait forever. “I know neither of you are particularly comfortable with the idea of it all but it needs to happen, Jack. As soon as we leave this place. You both need to accept that, because I can’t put it off much longer.”

Happens to us all!

[forever_jack]

"We've all missed each other," he says softly, holding back from apologising again for not coming back to them sooner because he feels like he's starting to sound like a broken record, but he's definitely thinking it.

He gives Ianto a rueful look. "I know." He slides a hand up and down Ianto's back, enjoying the soft warmth of his skin, knowing how much he'll miss it, and how he doesn't have much choice but to get used to the idea. "I know. I just need time. Let me just be selfish and enjoy you as you are for a little longer?"

[readystopwatch]

“Alright,” Ianto replies softly before adding, “But don’t keep me waiting too long.” He knows that’s what this place is for. One last desperate attempt to stall. If it weren’t time locked he never would have agreed to it in the first place. Even as it is he feels restless here, like one of them is going to change their minds about all this is they wait to long.

But at this point what more is there to say? He doubts it’s the last either of them have had of this discussion but he doesn’t feel like pushing it. Instead he settles more comfortable against him, still on a vampire sleep cycle enough to feel tired after all this.

[forever_jack]

"I'll try," he promises, and adds wryly, "It'll probably help, actually spending time with you here."

Because perhaps there's been another reason for staying away, somewhere unacknowledged in the back of his mind. That if he's not there, nothing will change.

Or something. It's the sort of thing that doesn't make much sense, except to Jack.

He smiles at the rather adorable way Ianto snuggles against him, and reaches down to pull up the covers over them a little way. He's tired enough himself from insomnia and nightmares that he really doesn't have a problem with a little nap, especially if he gets to cuddle Ianto at the same time.

"Snuggle up while I tell you some more about Saavi and Taiana?" he suggests, drawing Ianto in just about as close as he can get. "I won't grouch if you fall asleep. It'd just be nice to tell you about them."

[readystopwatch]

“I’d like that,” Ianto replies sincerely, accepting the suggestion to snuggle closer. He always likes listening to Jack tell stories. Happy, sad, outlandish, it doesn’t matter. They’ve always had the power to entrance him. “Tell me about them.”

[forever_jack]

He smiles, the sadness still there, but greatly eased for the moment by sharing it with Ianto. "All right," he says, and starts talking, about how he first met the purple-skinned ladies in a bar fight, where they'd stood up for a feeble little alien who was being picked on by some louts; how they'd got talking afterwards and talking had led to flirting and flirting had led to all sorts of fun. He talked about their outrageous sense of humour and how he'd fitted right in; about their first daring escapade to save a young girl stranded on a mountain and how other adventures had followed; tall tales about strange worlds and the even stranger aliens who inhabited them; quiet times with just the three of them hanging out, cosy and content.

He talks long after Ianto has drifted off into sleep, a kind of cathartic cleansing of his memories. And then eventually he falls silent too, staring up at the ceiling of his room, listening to Ianto's steady breathing, wondering how he can bear to lose that too, knowing he's going to have to.

Eventually, he drifts off himself, and sleeps soundly, his first sleep unhaunted by nightmares in way, way too long.