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m_findlowTitle Home for Christmas - Part 3
Author/Artist m_findlow
Length/Size of work 472 words
Summary Ianto wanted Jack home for Christmas, but got Jack’s home instead.
Rating PG
Warnings None
Other content notes Using Prompt #13 -Vacation
Fandom Torchwood
Pairing Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer Torchwood sadly doesn’t belong to me, but I treat it better.
‘I’m only here because someone has to be,’ Ianto replied, pocketing the now sodden handkerchief. ‘I can’t have you thinking you can run this place all on your own.’
‘Hey, I managed just fine for years,’ Jack reminded him, even if it had been a bit touch and go there for a while, and even if he had been lonely as hell. Truthfully, having company around the hub, even the kind still recovering from a cold, was better than none at all.
‘How come Gwen gets to go somewhere and I don't?’ Ianto asked, apparently still bitter about the fact that Gwen was on an extended Christmas break and it was just the two of them here. His bitterness probably stemmed more from the fact that he couldn’t fully capitalise on it as things presently stood. Naked hide and seek was always best enjoyed without interruptions, at least as far as Ianto was concerned. Jack was far more nonplussed about spectators, and wasn’t opposed to additional participants.
‘Gwen’s in-laws are coming over for an early Christmas before heading to Spain on vacation.’ To be fair, Jack had almost had to shove her out the door as well. She was equally as guilty as Ianto of not wanting to leave Torchwood for anything, though having met Gwen's in-laws at the wedding, he could understand why. Brenda was the kind of monster-in-law Jack dreaded ever being a part of his own life, and he was referring to the human version, not the alien shapeshifter. Gwen would have earned a holiday away from her before Christmas was over.
Ianto grumbled, reaching back into his pocket for his handkerchief. ‘I wouldn’t mind going to Spain.’
‘Don’t be silly. With those blocked sinuses you couldn't even get on a plane.’
‘I’d put up with the pain and discomfort for some sunshine and warmth. I wouldn't even be sick if it weren't for all the miserable weather we’ve been having.’
‘Well, I can assure you that it isn't rift related.’ Sometimes the weather was just the weather.
‘Not to mention that half mile swim in the Taff I endured trying to retrieve your unconscious body. Perhaps I should have let you drown.’
Jack knew that would never have happened. Ianto was always looking out for him when he threw himself headlong into danger. It was probably the entire reason he was sick now and had nothing at all to do with the weather. Still, Jack appreciated that someone loved him enough to pull him from certain death at the expense of their own wellbeing. ‘You’ll get your vacation later, I promise.’ Ianto deserved one; the kind that lasted a year on a tropical beach in a faraway galaxy where they were the only two people for at least five parsecs.
‘I’ll book it for 2026 then, shall I?’
Author/Artist m_findlow
Length/Size of work 472 words
Summary Ianto wanted Jack home for Christmas, but got Jack’s home instead.
Rating PG
Warnings None
Other content notes Using Prompt #13 -Vacation
Fandom Torchwood
Pairing Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer Torchwood sadly doesn’t belong to me, but I treat it better.
‘I’m only here because someone has to be,’ Ianto replied, pocketing the now sodden handkerchief. ‘I can’t have you thinking you can run this place all on your own.’
‘Hey, I managed just fine for years,’ Jack reminded him, even if it had been a bit touch and go there for a while, and even if he had been lonely as hell. Truthfully, having company around the hub, even the kind still recovering from a cold, was better than none at all.
‘How come Gwen gets to go somewhere and I don't?’ Ianto asked, apparently still bitter about the fact that Gwen was on an extended Christmas break and it was just the two of them here. His bitterness probably stemmed more from the fact that he couldn’t fully capitalise on it as things presently stood. Naked hide and seek was always best enjoyed without interruptions, at least as far as Ianto was concerned. Jack was far more nonplussed about spectators, and wasn’t opposed to additional participants.
‘Gwen’s in-laws are coming over for an early Christmas before heading to Spain on vacation.’ To be fair, Jack had almost had to shove her out the door as well. She was equally as guilty as Ianto of not wanting to leave Torchwood for anything, though having met Gwen's in-laws at the wedding, he could understand why. Brenda was the kind of monster-in-law Jack dreaded ever being a part of his own life, and he was referring to the human version, not the alien shapeshifter. Gwen would have earned a holiday away from her before Christmas was over.
Ianto grumbled, reaching back into his pocket for his handkerchief. ‘I wouldn’t mind going to Spain.’
‘Don’t be silly. With those blocked sinuses you couldn't even get on a plane.’
‘I’d put up with the pain and discomfort for some sunshine and warmth. I wouldn't even be sick if it weren't for all the miserable weather we’ve been having.’
‘Well, I can assure you that it isn't rift related.’ Sometimes the weather was just the weather.
‘Not to mention that half mile swim in the Taff I endured trying to retrieve your unconscious body. Perhaps I should have let you drown.’
Jack knew that would never have happened. Ianto was always looking out for him when he threw himself headlong into danger. It was probably the entire reason he was sick now and had nothing at all to do with the weather. Still, Jack appreciated that someone loved him enough to pull him from certain death at the expense of their own wellbeing. ‘You’ll get your vacation later, I promise.’ Ianto deserved one; the kind that lasted a year on a tropical beach in a faraway galaxy where they were the only two people for at least five parsecs.
‘I’ll book it for 2026 then, shall I?’
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Date: 2022-12-03 10:52 am (UTC)