darketernal09

Title: I’ll Follow You Into The Dark

Genre: fluffy angst?

Rating: pg-13 for mentions of blood

Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Jack/OC (past), Gwen, Tosh, Owen

Spoilers: none. Set in season 2.

A/N: Hey there! This fic has been in the works for some time. I was inspired by ladymairona’s Janto fanvid “I’ll Follow You Into The Dark” (that is her youtube id. I know she posted it here on jackxianto, but have no idea what her LJ name is. So sorry!) and if you haven’t seen it you should go do so now! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pe7iE5j-uk4  (see, I even provide a link. Now there’s no excuse for you not to :p) Please let me know what you think! Enjoy!

It is quiet and peaceful here, such a stark contrast to the screams and gunshots that had rung out just a few hours ago. The sky is clear and the only sounds to be heard are the steady breathing of the beautiful man next to me and the distant noise of the motorway. The bright, full moon filters in through the curtains, highlighting his smooth face (he looks so much younger when asleep), broad shoulders (that seem to hold the weight of the team most of the time), toned chest (with a sprinkling of soft, dark hair) and flat stomach, where a bandage, tinted with red, shields it from the world.

It was too close of a call today. It was supposed to be simple Weevil hunt. We had chased it down an alley. He was in front of me, gaining on it, suit jacket flapping around him. I thought he had it, but then, then a second one came out of nowhere, tackling him to the ground. Time didn't slow down or stop, no, it moved far too quickly. The sound of clothes being torn, a scream of agony, rapid gunfire, and the next thing I know I'm kneeling next to him with two dead Weevils off to the side. I carried him to the SUV, blood seeping into my shirt-- his blood. I don't remember driving to the hub, but I must have for I was suddenly faced with Gwen sprinting from the lift asking "what happened" and chanting "oh god, oh god, oh god" upon seeing Ianto cradled in my arms. Then we're suddenly in the med bay, with Owen cursing and setting up various machines. I was too preoccupied staring at his still, paling body to pay attention to the world around me. I think Tosh eventually dragged me away, because my hand was suddenly ripped from Ianto's, and I found myself sitting on the couch with a mug of tea and her hand on my shoulder. I could do nothing but wait, fear and worry rolling off of me in waves, only seeing his blood on my hands....

This is no good. Ianto is fine, he's safe, I have to focus on that. Perhaps some music will help me relax. I gingerly get up from the bed, watching to see if he wakes. But he just continues to sleep. I tiptoe over to his iPod, turn the volume low, and hit shuffle. Acoustic guitar fills the air as I sneak back into bed, once again watching my beautiful boy.

                                                                 Love of mine
                                                          Someday you will die
                                                        But I'll be close behind
                                                      I'll follow you into the dark

"God, Ianto, you came too close today to dying. I can't lose you, not now, not ever."

                                                            No blinding light
                                                   Or tunnels to gates of white
                                                Just our hands clasped so tight
                                                  Waiting for a hint of a spark

"It's dark, so dark and lonely when you die. There's just blackness. But I'm not going to let you go there alone." I take his hand in mine, while my other hand brushes his hair away from his eyes.

                                                  If Heaven and Hell decide
                                                 That they both are satisfied
                                    Illuminate the Nos on their vacancy signs
                                                If there's no one beside you
                                                  When your soul embarks
                                             Then I'll follow you into the dark

"It's funny how so many people believe that there's something after death: reincarnation, purgatory, heaven, hell. I guess they need to believe it. If there is something after death I hope you find it. I'll still fight to keep you here with me, but anything is better than the infinite darkness."

                                                    In Catholic school
                                              As vicious as Roman rule
                                             I got my knuckles bruised
                                                    By a lady in black
                                                  And I held my tongue
                                                  As she told me, "Son
                                               Fear is the heart of love"
                                                 So I never went back

"I remember my first girlfriend. I was 17 at the time. I know what you’re thinking: ‘Jack didn’t date until he was 17? Inconceivable!’ I started dating when I was 15, but all my partners up to that point had been guys. Anyway, we were at the Time Agency together. She was a formidable woman: so brilliant, so beautiful, and yet so scary at the same time. She'd break my heart time and time again. She’d cancel on a date, forget an anniversary, and cheat on me. I remember catching her making out with another guy one night when we were supposed to go out. I showed up early to surprise her and she ended up surprising me. At that point I asked her if she loved me, and if she did then why did she continue to hurt me. She said to me 'Pain, fear, love-- it's all the same.' I left her after that, not wanting to believe what she said. But she was right-- we end up hurting the ones we love because we love them so much it hurts and scares us."

                                         If Heaven and Hell decide
                                        That they both are satisfied
                           Illuminate the Nos on their vacancy signs
                                       If there's no one beside you
                                          When your soul embarks
                                    Then I'll follow you into the dark

                                                    You and me
                                     Have seen everything to see
                                       From Bangkok to Calgary
                                     And the soles of your shoes
                                              Are all worn down
                                       The time for sleep is now
                                         It's nothing to cry about
                               Cause we'll hold each other soon
                                        In the blackest of rooms

"Sometimes I think you're too young for this job. All the things we've seen-- the wonder, the horror-- so much for someone as young as you to see. Sometimes I feel like you should be having a 'normal' life: get married, have kids, go on holiday, work 9-5. But I know that you chose this job, this life, and probably wouldn't have it any other way. Besides, I'd miss you too much if you left."

                                     If Heaven and Hell decide
                                    That they both are satisfied
                       Illuminate the Nos on their vacancy signs
                                    If there's no one beside you
                                      When your soul embarks
                                  Then I'll follow you into the dark

Leaning down, I place a kiss on his forehead. A promise as I sing softly to him,

"I'll follow you into the dark."

Current Location:	room
Current Mood:	blank
Current Music:	I'll Follow You Into the Dark- Death Cab for Cutie

Title: Never According to Plan
Rating: PG-13 on the safe side for language
Setting: Very slight AU for Fragments, the part when Jack met Ianto (basically what should have happened)
Spoilers: Fragments and Cyberwoman (breif mention)
Pairing: Jack/Ianto (obviously)

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This wasn’t supposed to happen.

He had it all planed from the beginning. Follow Jack Harkness, flirt with him, convince Jack to hire him, then move in Lisa. Quick, clean, and innocent.

He wasn’t supposed to fall for the man.

But now, lying on top of him with adrenaline pulsing through his veins and his senses hyped, all he could think about was kissing those gorgeous lips, grinding into the hard shaft lying underneath his own.

He knew Harkness’ weakness was a cute face and nice body; actually, his weakness was just a willing body. After all, there’s a reason why he's known to shag anything that moves, alien with six arms and 2 heads or no (although he really didn’t believe that one. Honestly, 6 arms? He could maybe buy 4, but not 6). Nevertheless, he knew that by wearing the type of clothes that tightened in all the right places and flirting just enough, he’d capture the captain’s interest. Then, after the man had checked his file (and he knew he would), he would come back around, asking for a job. Perhaps hinting that by working for him, the man might get to see what was underneath those form-fitting clothes.

However, it didn’t exactly go as planned. The Weevil was unexpected, but easily factored into the plan. Harkness’ rejection, however, wasn’t. Ianto knew he’d have to bring out the big guns, and decided to make his amazing coffee for the man. After just one taste, he could usually get someone to do anything he wanted in exchange for more of his coffee. Yet once again, Harkness proved him wrong. He refused Ianto again, even after he had begged and commented on the coat.

For weeks Ianto stalked the captain, exchanging in verbal word play. He alternated between begging and demanding, yet every time the man said no and walked away. It was after one of these meetings, when Ianto was walking by the old warehouse, that he heard a cry. Curious, he drew his gun and silently slid up to the building. Walking slowly he came up to the door. Drawing his shoulders back, he burst in, and looked around before finding one of the most shocking things he had ever seen in his life.

There, on the ground, holding its wing at an awkward angle was a pterodactyl. He lowered his gun and approached the creature cautiously. The pterodactyl squawked and tried to move away, but ended up hurting its wing even more. Ianto finally came up to it and, murmuring in a soft voice, helped to set the wing in place. The pterodactyl clicked its beak in what Ianto assumed was a thankful manner. After that incident, Ianto visited the pterodactyl every night, talking to it about how badly his plan was going and giving it some food (he found out that dark chocolate was its favorite).

A week later, when Ianto was at a loss on what to do about Harkness, the pterodactyl nudged him, and that’s when it hit him. There’s no way Harkness could pass up the chance to catch the pterodactyl, he thought. He knew that Harkness took a different approach to aliens, deciding to capture and take care of them instead of killing them, so the pterodactyl wouldn’t be harmed. Also, if all went well, he’d have a job at Torchwood Three come Monday.

The next night he monitored Harkness’ movements, figuring out his route and stopping him in the middle of a road. He watched as Harkness yelled at him, telling him to stop following him or else get run over. When he said the magic words “so you’re not going to help me catch this pterodactyl, then?” the man turned around so fast Ianto thought he might suffer from whiplash. After directing him to the warehouse and working out a plan, (sort of), they went inside. The pterodactyl came straight for them, wanting to greet Ianto. However, for his plan to work, Ianto needed to pretend to be afraid of it, and so ran out with the captain, closing the door behind them. Eventually they got back inside. After once again begging for a job, and arguing over how to catch it, Ianto approached the pterodactyl with dark chocolate while Jack snuck up behind. It seemed to be going smoothly, until it noticed Jack out of the corner of its eye. That’s when it went to hell.

In the blink of an eye the pterodactyl had scooped up Jack, and Ianto was at a loss of what to do. Feeling completely useless and scared for the captain, he looked on in horror as it circled back around and headed for him. However, Jack had managed to sedate it, and ended up falling on top of Ianto. There was no time to celebrate as the pterodactyl soon followed Jack, and Ianto had to roll them out of the way so they didn’t get killed.

Which is what led him to his current predicament; lying on top of Jack, inches away from his face with a hard-on matching his. Ianto knew he shouldn’t kiss him; he still had Lisa and was only using Jack to help her. He didn’t care about the man below him.

Yet somehow, between the Weevil, wordplay, stalking, and pterodactyl Ianto Jones had fallen for the infamous Captain Jack Harkness. As he stared into Jack’s deep blue eyes, he saw the same longing he felt for the captain, and knew he was condemned.

He closed the last few inches that separated the two of them, pressing his lips against Jack’s. It wasn’t heated, or passionate, or deep; it was just a soft brushing of lips. Yet somehow it was the most emotional kiss he’d ever had. He slowly pulled away, staring back into the depths of the blue eyes below him. Jack’s eyes were almost black with desire, so intense it caused Ianto to shiver. In for a penny, in for a pound thought Ianto as he went back down for another kiss. Yet just before he reached those soft lips again, an image of Lisa entered his mind, causing Ianto to stop in his tracks. Jack gave him a questioning look, though the desire still shone through. Ianto couldn’t do this, not to Jack, not to Lisa.

“I should go.” He quickly stood up, heading for the door. He was halfway there when he heard Jack.

“Hey!”

He turned his head.

“Report to work first thing tomorrow.”

Trying to calm his emotions, he barley nodded his head before starting for the door once more.

“Like the suit, by the way.”

And it was then that Ianto broke. He wished he could say it was because of the guilt of cheating on his girlfriend, but he knew he would be lying.

Current Location:	Room
Current Mood:	frustrated
Current Music:	The Bird and the Worm- The Used

In honor of THE CONVO (the one involving Jack/Ianto), I decided to make a motivational poster. Many thanks to Documents for posting the convo screencaps WITH text (her entry can be found here):
http://community.livejournal.com/jackxianto/505531.html#cutid1

without her, I wouldn't have been able to make this:

Current Location:	room
Current Mood:	crappy
Current Music:	Disturbed