quitehomoerotic: (General : In office lamp)
Pinned post for emails between Jack and Ianto. Individual threads will take place within this post.
quitehomoerotic: (Serious : Fingers on lips)
It's just a book.

Just a leather bound book. A little bigger now than it was when it was new; expanded from all the pages dog eared and written on, the ink twisting and weighing down the pages. Notes jotted down over months and years. The corners fray a little and show its use. Well loved and well used.

Just a book and nothing more.

But no.

No, not nothing more. A diary. A glimpse into the mind of the writer. Snapshots of thought and an insight into the way they work. A portable and tangible piece of the mind. Tangible and readable and sitting on a table in sight.

He shouldn't read it and he knows that. He shouldn't, but it's so compelling sitting there. Like an itch waiting to be scratched.

He wonders if it would hurt. Just a few pages? Who would ever have to know? Nothing important, not to sit and examine it, just skim the surface of a page or two, and well, if his name should be spotted then why not read a little more? It's not that anyone would know that he had, and he'd done much worse in his past than read a few words on a page.

But he'd know. He'd know and he'd know things too that weren't offered to him. It would be wrong, and that's what he reminds himself as he tries not to scratch that itch. )

Word count: 688
quitehomoerotic: (little bit of a smile)
When the Doctor dropped off Jack, Martha and Mickey it wasn't anywhere convenient. They may have just managed to tow the Earth through time and space but it seemed the Doctor still had trouble landing anywhere even remotely near where people needed to get.

That was fine though, they could let it go, and really by the time they'd noticed they could hardly complain; the Doctor after all was by then halfway to dropping Rose in another universe. He had things on his mind.

So Jack saw to making sure Martha and Mickey got themselves home safe (not that Mickey had a home here). They got on well. Very well, and Jack waved them off together as they made their way back to London and he prepared to make his way back to Cardiff.

Cardiff. Just thinking of it put a smile on his face. Back there, Ianto and Gwen and they saved the world. Two little people and without them the whole world, the whole universe would have turned to dust.

He didn't call to alert his arrival, he didn't even think about it, though perhaps he should have.

'Acquiring' himself a car he drove as only Jack Harkness knew how; too fast and too reckless. But reckless with excitement. The world had been saved, he'd seen the Doctor, he'd seen Rose. Ianto and Gwen were safe. This? Was a very good day.

There was of course a lot of things he wasn't aware of, such as just how close the Daleks has got to Torchwood. That they'd breached and that from beyond the grave Tosh had saved them once again. But these things he'd find out.

After a four hour drive and ditching the car somewhere near the docks, Jack made his way back to the bay. Back to the bay and back to Torchwood. The tourist office door was open, and that was strange enough, but when he saw the false wall still rolled back too, it was very nearly cause for concern. He wouldn't be worried though, he wouldn't let himself, not today.

The lift, when he got to it, he found wouldn't open. Stuck at the sub level. Annoying, but he could cope with that. So still with a spring in his step he practically skipped down the stairs.

Back to his world.
quitehomoerotic: (Ianto : Into the breach)
When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse

When the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you



It's late evening and the Hub is in half darkness. Jack stands in the board room and stares down into the shadowed room below. )

Word count: 455
quitehomoerotic: (Secret smile)
The best of times is now.
What's left of Summer
But a faded rose?
The best of times is now.
As for tomorrow,
Well, who knows? Who knows? Who knows?
So hold this moment fast,
And live and love
As hard as you know how.
And make this moment last
Because the best of times is now,
Is now, is now.



Oh you complete--! Do you have any idea how long that took me? How many hours it's going to take to get it up and running again? )

Word count: 664
quitehomoerotic: (Gwen : side by side glance)
Note: I wrote this little thing to counteract the fact I seem to constantly write angst. This is a little more fun and silly. It's set during S2 when Martha comes to visit. Torchwood go out to a karaoke night...

And thank you to [livejournal.com profile] rude_not_ginger for taking a look at it for me before posting!



"No," Jack said with an air of finality. "I've come this far but no, I'm not getting up there."

Ianto joined the table and set down a tray of assorted drinks before handing them over to their respective owners, and from the other side of the table Martha and Gwen were throwing each other conspiratorial grins.

"I mean it!" He told them with a finger pointed in their direction as he took the glass from Ianto without even looking at him. "You go make a fool of yourself all you like, but you are not getting me up there."

"Oh it's all right," Gwen said as she leaned back a little in her chair, taking a long swig from her pint, her eyes glancing back at Jack over the rim of the glass. "Jack's just nervous, isn't that right, Jack?" She smiled sweetly and lowered her voice a little in mock confidentiality to the group, "Worried we'll think he's not very good, you know how it is. Too chicken to prove himself." She glanced over in Jack's direction and back to Martha before the pair of them started giggling.

Read more... )


Words: 985
quitehomoerotic: (Glancing)
Jack waits inside the entrance of the tourist office for the arrival of Torchwood Three's newest employee. This is anything but planned, an invitation on a whim after seeing a spark within the man. Something he can't quite put his finger on, but a spark nonetheless.

He hasn't told his team that they'll be having a new addition. In fact it hasn't even entered his mind to do so. But then he'll excuse himself for that (should he need excusing at all - which of course he doesn't believe he does) by saying it was quite late last night when he had the encounter with Ianto and the pterodactyl, and it is quite early now.

When Jack had returned to the Hub the previous night he'd spent hours re-reading Ianto's personnel file from Torchwood One. Everything from work performance to sickness record. It had to be said, he had quite an impressive track record. It makes him uncomfortable though, even now after he's offered him a job. Ianto is from Torchwood One, and Jack has done all he can to sever that connection. He had many an uncomfortable year under their watchful eye, and he's different, he wants Torchwood to be different. He wants it to be something better. He isn''t sure if that can be done with someone on his team who has Torchwood One's beliefs and values at his core.

He hopes he's made the right decision.
quitehomoerotic: (Ianto : Kiss standing)
19th August 2009, when Ianto arrives into work he will find a plain white envelope on his desk. Inside there isn't any note but there are two tickets for the Opera Gala with Bryn Terfel at the Milennium Centre on 9th October.



There's also an email waiting for him in his inbox.


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From: Captain Jack Harkness <jack.harkness@torchwood.org.uk>
To: Ianto Jones <ianto.jones@torchwood.org.uk>
Date: 19th August 2009 07:12
Subject: (no subject)

Table booked at Woods tonight for 8:30. Room booked in St David's.

Jack

p.s. Did you get that costing done for me? I need it by twelve.

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And of course the post script is unnecessary, but it's his way of trying to detract from the fact he wants to make a fuss of Ianto and do something that could potentially be deemed as 'coupley'. He hates that word.
quitehomoerotic: (Serious : Fingers on lips)
Jack's had time to think. To do too much thinking. His mind flipped through what he could do to make things better, but nothing seemed to be right. (The retcon idea was a particularly bad one, which thankfully he realises now).

He's spent a lot of time alone, a lot of time separate from everyone, in his office, or out in Cardiff, stood on a roof surveying the city below him. He's been reckless too. Got himself killed five times in the last few days. Keeps that quiet though. Keeps it to himself.

He doesn't know what to do for the best, what will help. It's one area he has none of the answers. It's not surprising that it takes a little prodding from Gwen, of all people, to push him back in the right direction.

Late at night then, after most of the city has gone to sleep, Jack takes the drive to Ianto's flat. He's nervous, but that's okay, that's fine. The SUV pulls up outside, and he just sits there for a while, looking at the flat and the lights behind the curtains through various windows. Steeling himself, he finally moves and heads out of the SUV and towards the door.

He rings the bell.
quitehomoerotic: (General : In office lamp)
The morning after the night before, and nothing can ever really be the same. Nothing can be easy. Jack feels guilt, so much guilt. Guilt but not regret, and in a way that's so much worse, he just can't bring himself to regret what happened.

He took Gwen back to the hospital in the early hours and drove around a little before returning to the Hub. He's there now, in his office, the door shut, his emotional walls built up at their highest. What does he do now? Things have changed. Things will changed, and it's almost as though he wants to mourn that. Things can't go on the way they were. Irrevocably changed forever.

His mind runs with the memories of the night before. Try as he might, he can't kick them. It's not a normal morning at all. He dismisses the UNIT staff as soon as they arrive, and doesn't even leave his office to greet Ianto when he walks through the cog door. What can he say to him? How can he explain it without hurting him? He can't. He really can't.

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