Jack- October 1st, 2009
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ericadawn16Title: But Time Didn’t Stop
Characters: Jack Jack/Ianto
Rated: PG-13 Adult Situations ANGST COE Spoilers MPREG
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Jack accidentally ends up on a date.
Author's Note: Starts after COE, Hero by Enrique Iglesias and All Things Will Die is by Tennyson. Watch John sing Hero
Previous Segment: September 14th, 2009
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/63337.html
October 1st, 2009
Still, Jack shouldn’t have said that and hoped for a slap. It would be the best thing right now.
“I’d love that,” she replied and put a hand on his thigh. He’d found himself a slut and he should just walk away except he wasn’t, he wasn’t walking away. The fact that he hadn’t had sex in seventeen days was winning out over everything.
“Then, we should get a taxi,” he suggested and they left the store. Her hands were all over him and he wondered if she’d think anything odd of his body yet he only looked like he had a small beer belly.
In the elevator, she progressed to kissing him while undoing the buttons on his blue shirt. He kissed back and remembered how soft females were. She smelled like vanilla as he trailed kisses up her neck to reach her earlobe. As soon as the door was shut behind him, clothes were removed. There was one big problem though. He was starting to fall asleep. In between kissing and touching her, he kept fighting to stay awake. Finally, as he was working on her down below, he lost the battle.
When he woke up, it took a second to remember what had happened and that would be his worst bedroom scene in history. At least, she was long gone.
“Afternoon, sleepyhead, the name’s Annie, we didn’t get around to exchanging names yet,” said the blonde from a chair. She had dressed while he was still naked.
“Mine’s Jack,” he told her while suppressing the urge to rub his belly which was itching as well as the gymnastics going on inside it, “I’m sorry about that.”
“Well, I’ve never had a guy fall asleep in the middle of that before, but I think buying me dinner should make up for it,” Annie suggested with a twinkle in her hazel eyes.
“I can do that,” he agreed and looked for his boxers. She suggested a pizza place and he liked the more casual atmosphere. They were having an open mike night and she made a deal that if she sang "Girls Just Want to Have Fun" that he would have to sing something, too.
"Your turn," she said with a grin as she clutched the black stone necklace she was wearing. He didn't feel like it, but a deal was a deal. Jack couldn't even recall the last time he sung. It must have been when he and Gwen were singing along to the radio on the way to London. The thought of London made him think of Ianto again. However, he had to remember how much Ianto loved his singing. If nothing else, he could do this for Ianto and he knew which song to do at that point. He whispered it to the piano player and waited for his cue.
"Would you dance if I asked you to dance
Would you run and never look back
Would you cry if you saw me crying..." he started singing until the rest of the world melted away and he imagined that he was singing it to Ianto. Constant fluttering was felt in his belly from the baby; almost as if he or she was dancing. When he finished, the room applauded and he walked with a slow gait back to the table.
"You lost someone," she guessed as he sat down.
"What makes you say that?" he asked and wondered how it was that obvious.
"That was the saddest rendition of Hero that I've ever heard," Annie said with a sympathetic face. He sighed and drank his water.
"I lost my best friend," he admitted and she scooted her chair closer so she could put her hand over his.
"I lost my grandma last year. We were close, too," she spoke and even though it wasn't the same as losing both a lover and a grandson; he appreciated the effort. At the end of the evening, he gave her a kiss and she left for her flat. Although it was nice to go on a date again, he still wasn’t ready. He left New York the next day before he could run into her again.
After more than two weeks, he found himself in a pub in Munich. Despite being surrounded by beer drinkers, he was just drinking water. Then, he heard something he hadn’t heard in person since August.
“I’m just trying to make my living,” said a male with those Welsh vowels.
“Not in here, you don’t and if you don’t want to leave, I’ve got two good, very good reasons why you should,” said the barkeep, rolling up his sleeves on his large, muscular arms. The young man nodded and slinked out. Jack followed after him and he turned around, smiling.
“I thought I saw you looking. I’m fit, right?” he asked with a smirk.
“You’re from Newport,” the older man stated and the other nodded.
“Welsh born and bred and now I’ve wound up a long way from home, doing what I can,” the man explained and took hold of his red hair, “I know I don’t look Welsh though, I have some Irish on my mum’s side.”
“And you’re willing to do anything?” Jack questioned and the other narrowed his green eyes, studying him.
“Yep, but it’s going to cost you and I expect my payment before we do anything,” the man spoke and pulled on the bottom of his tight-fitting jumper.
“Of course,” the former leader of Torchwood agreed and motioned to the left, “My room would be best.”
“This is the weirdest shit I’ve ever done and I have seen things, John…” the Welshman started to complain.
“I’d paid you well, didn’t I?” Jack pointed out as he lay in bed.
“Well, yeah, but…”
“Then, keep reading,” he said and closed his eyes as he listened to those Welsh vowels.
“Death waits at the door.
See! our friends are all forsaking
The wine and the merrymaking.
We are call’d–we must go.
Laid low, very low,
In the dark we must lie.
The merry glees are still;
The voice of the bird
Shall no more be heard,
Nor the wind on the hill.
O, misery!
Hark! death is calling
While I speak to ye,
The jaw is falling,
The red cheek paling,
The strong limbs failing,” the Welshman read as Jack started to cry,
”Ice with the warm blood mixing;
The eyeballs fixing.
Nine times goes the passing bell:
Ye merry souls, farewell.
The old earth
Had a birth,
As all men know,
Long ago.
And the old earth must die.
So let the warm winds range,
And the blue wave beat the shore;
For even and morn
Ye will never see
Thro’ eternity.
All things were born.
Ye will come never more,
For all things must die.”
“Thank you,” the older man spoke, opened his eyes and stood up; a little too fast. He stumbled but righted himself before taking the black book back.
“I could do something else, take it up the arse, polish your knob…I’d even kiss you if you want,” the redhead suggest and Jack shook his head before opening the door. The other man left and he locked the door after him before looking at the poem again. Ianto had typed it out after Tosh and Owen died and he’d recited it in Switzerland. He hugged the book to his chest. The 22nd was only five days away.
In the end, he booked himself into the best hotel room in Paris that he could find. He thought about getting a massage, but was worried that the baby would kick at the wrong time and scare the masseur. Instead, he sat in tub with its wonderful pulsating jets and let it work its magic on his body. His back ached, his tummy itched and his feet and ankles felt like they were always swollen. He couldn’t keep up traveling especially when it wasn’t working. Everywhere had something that reminded him of Ianto or Steven or Tosh or Owen or Suzie or Lucia or Melody or Agatha or dozens of others he’d known.
With a sigh, he picked up the black book from the side of the tub. At Torchwood, they usually referred to it as the Martyn book. Over a year ago, a journalist had gotten too close, even managing to get inside the Hub itself, and he had written a whole book on them. It had been a bit of a fiasco and he had even included Mickey on the investigation. Then, he took a job with UNIT. He wasn’t sure where the young man was at this point.
October 22nd. 2009
Characters: Jack Jack/Ianto
Rated: PG-13 Adult Situations ANGST COE Spoilers MPREG
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Jack accidentally ends up on a date.
Author's Note: Starts after COE, Hero by Enrique Iglesias and All Things Will Die is by Tennyson. Watch John sing Hero
Previous Segment: September 14th, 2009
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/63337.html
October 1st, 2009
Still, Jack shouldn’t have said that and hoped for a slap. It would be the best thing right now.
“I’d love that,” she replied and put a hand on his thigh. He’d found himself a slut and he should just walk away except he wasn’t, he wasn’t walking away. The fact that he hadn’t had sex in seventeen days was winning out over everything.
“Then, we should get a taxi,” he suggested and they left the store. Her hands were all over him and he wondered if she’d think anything odd of his body yet he only looked like he had a small beer belly.
In the elevator, she progressed to kissing him while undoing the buttons on his blue shirt. He kissed back and remembered how soft females were. She smelled like vanilla as he trailed kisses up her neck to reach her earlobe. As soon as the door was shut behind him, clothes were removed. There was one big problem though. He was starting to fall asleep. In between kissing and touching her, he kept fighting to stay awake. Finally, as he was working on her down below, he lost the battle.
When he woke up, it took a second to remember what had happened and that would be his worst bedroom scene in history. At least, she was long gone.
“Afternoon, sleepyhead, the name’s Annie, we didn’t get around to exchanging names yet,” said the blonde from a chair. She had dressed while he was still naked.
“Mine’s Jack,” he told her while suppressing the urge to rub his belly which was itching as well as the gymnastics going on inside it, “I’m sorry about that.”
“Well, I’ve never had a guy fall asleep in the middle of that before, but I think buying me dinner should make up for it,” Annie suggested with a twinkle in her hazel eyes.
“I can do that,” he agreed and looked for his boxers. She suggested a pizza place and he liked the more casual atmosphere. They were having an open mike night and she made a deal that if she sang "Girls Just Want to Have Fun" that he would have to sing something, too.
"Your turn," she said with a grin as she clutched the black stone necklace she was wearing. He didn't feel like it, but a deal was a deal. Jack couldn't even recall the last time he sung. It must have been when he and Gwen were singing along to the radio on the way to London. The thought of London made him think of Ianto again. However, he had to remember how much Ianto loved his singing. If nothing else, he could do this for Ianto and he knew which song to do at that point. He whispered it to the piano player and waited for his cue.
"Would you dance if I asked you to dance
Would you run and never look back
Would you cry if you saw me crying..." he started singing until the rest of the world melted away and he imagined that he was singing it to Ianto. Constant fluttering was felt in his belly from the baby; almost as if he or she was dancing. When he finished, the room applauded and he walked with a slow gait back to the table.
"You lost someone," she guessed as he sat down.
"What makes you say that?" he asked and wondered how it was that obvious.
"That was the saddest rendition of Hero that I've ever heard," Annie said with a sympathetic face. He sighed and drank his water.
"I lost my best friend," he admitted and she scooted her chair closer so she could put her hand over his.
"I lost my grandma last year. We were close, too," she spoke and even though it wasn't the same as losing both a lover and a grandson; he appreciated the effort. At the end of the evening, he gave her a kiss and she left for her flat. Although it was nice to go on a date again, he still wasn’t ready. He left New York the next day before he could run into her again.
After more than two weeks, he found himself in a pub in Munich. Despite being surrounded by beer drinkers, he was just drinking water. Then, he heard something he hadn’t heard in person since August.
“I’m just trying to make my living,” said a male with those Welsh vowels.
“Not in here, you don’t and if you don’t want to leave, I’ve got two good, very good reasons why you should,” said the barkeep, rolling up his sleeves on his large, muscular arms. The young man nodded and slinked out. Jack followed after him and he turned around, smiling.
“I thought I saw you looking. I’m fit, right?” he asked with a smirk.
“You’re from Newport,” the older man stated and the other nodded.
“Welsh born and bred and now I’ve wound up a long way from home, doing what I can,” the man explained and took hold of his red hair, “I know I don’t look Welsh though, I have some Irish on my mum’s side.”
“And you’re willing to do anything?” Jack questioned and the other narrowed his green eyes, studying him.
“Yep, but it’s going to cost you and I expect my payment before we do anything,” the man spoke and pulled on the bottom of his tight-fitting jumper.
“Of course,” the former leader of Torchwood agreed and motioned to the left, “My room would be best.”
“This is the weirdest shit I’ve ever done and I have seen things, John…” the Welshman started to complain.
“I’d paid you well, didn’t I?” Jack pointed out as he lay in bed.
“Well, yeah, but…”
“Then, keep reading,” he said and closed his eyes as he listened to those Welsh vowels.
“Death waits at the door.
See! our friends are all forsaking
The wine and the merrymaking.
We are call’d–we must go.
Laid low, very low,
In the dark we must lie.
The merry glees are still;
The voice of the bird
Shall no more be heard,
Nor the wind on the hill.
O, misery!
Hark! death is calling
While I speak to ye,
The jaw is falling,
The red cheek paling,
The strong limbs failing,” the Welshman read as Jack started to cry,
”Ice with the warm blood mixing;
The eyeballs fixing.
Nine times goes the passing bell:
Ye merry souls, farewell.
The old earth
Had a birth,
As all men know,
Long ago.
And the old earth must die.
So let the warm winds range,
And the blue wave beat the shore;
For even and morn
Ye will never see
Thro’ eternity.
All things were born.
Ye will come never more,
For all things must die.”
“Thank you,” the older man spoke, opened his eyes and stood up; a little too fast. He stumbled but righted himself before taking the black book back.
“I could do something else, take it up the arse, polish your knob…I’d even kiss you if you want,” the redhead suggest and Jack shook his head before opening the door. The other man left and he locked the door after him before looking at the poem again. Ianto had typed it out after Tosh and Owen died and he’d recited it in Switzerland. He hugged the book to his chest. The 22nd was only five days away.
In the end, he booked himself into the best hotel room in Paris that he could find. He thought about getting a massage, but was worried that the baby would kick at the wrong time and scare the masseur. Instead, he sat in tub with its wonderful pulsating jets and let it work its magic on his body. His back ached, his tummy itched and his feet and ankles felt like they were always swollen. He couldn’t keep up traveling especially when it wasn’t working. Everywhere had something that reminded him of Ianto or Steven or Tosh or Owen or Suzie or Lucia or Melody or Agatha or dozens of others he’d known.
With a sigh, he picked up the black book from the side of the tub. At Torchwood, they usually referred to it as the Martyn book. Over a year ago, a journalist had gotten too close, even managing to get inside the Hub itself, and he had written a whole book on them. It had been a bit of a fiasco and he had even included Mickey on the investigation. Then, he took a job with UNIT. He wasn’t sure where the young man was at this point.
October 22nd. 2009
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Date: 2009-11-10 05:13 am (UTC)Thank you!!!
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Date: 2009-11-14 07:56 pm (UTC)Yes, I wanted something based in both reality and Torchwood and not have some magical solution since it appears we're not getting one.
I hope you like the future chapters as well.
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Date: 2009-11-10 07:29 pm (UTC)Thanks for sharing!
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Date: 2009-11-14 07:59 pm (UTC)It's almost a curse to him, isn't it?
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Date: 2010-03-24 05:01 am (UTC)A journalist sneaking into the Hub? Nosy reporters...:D
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Date: 2010-04-14 02:35 pm (UTC)Thanks