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m_findlowTitle Home for Christmas - Part 10
Author/Artist m_findlow
Length/Size of work 515 words
Summary Ianto wanted Jack home for Christmas, but got Jack’s home instead.
Rating PG
Warnings None
Other content notes Using Prompt #38 - Creaking
Fandom Torchwood
Pairing Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer Torchwood sadly doesn’t belong to me, but I treat it better.
The pair of them approached the house, taking in its weather weary state. As they stepped up onto the front porch it creaked something terrible, like an old man with arthritis in every joint that protested against the slightest movement. Jack didn’t remember it creaking like that when he’d lived here. He just hoped that the porch held and one of them didn’t end up with a foot lodged through broken timbers. A busted ankle was the last thing either of them needed, even if Jack’s ankle was likely to heal before needing to show up at Rhiannon’s tomorrow.
‘Nice to see you’ve kept it in good condition,’ Ianto mused. ‘I can see why the local realtor is banging down your door to sell it. A bargain at twice the price.’
‘Yeah, so it’s seen better days,’ Jack admitted. He hadn’t exactly had the housekeeper coming around every other week to keep the place looking ship-shape. If it weren’t for the local estate agent constantly haranguing him to sell it, he probably would have forgotten about it altogether. It had taken a battering from its position, the topography doing nothing to protect it from the elements. It was one of the things Jack had loved about it – the way it just stood there and took the punches, much like himself.
‘Are you sure this isn't about to just fall into the sea?’ Ianto asked it as if it were a serious question and not just an opportunity to tease his lover.
‘It’s sturdier than you think and these cliffs aren’t going to crumble away,’ Jack assured him. ‘They’re granite, not limestone.’
‘Almost sounds as if you did your research.’
‘Hey, I don’t buy everything on a whim,’ even if he had. ‘It pays to know your surroundings. And y’know… if it did ever need a bit of extra space.’
‘Mmm hmm,’ Ianto hummed. ‘Granite cliffs and a secret entrance to the Jack Harkness batcave. The falling down house ruse is a nice touch to keep prying eyes away.’
‘Just admit you’d be a little bit jealous if there was a secret batcave buried under the cliff.’
‘Like Alfred needs more places of yours to tidy up constantly. For now I’m more concerned with what’s already here rather than what might be. If a bit of creaking and dust is the worst we have to contend with, I'll count myself lucky.’
‘You and me both,’ Jack agreed. A few tiny rift disturbances was likely just a coincidence, or perhaps more commonplace than he knew. They’d never measured spikes at that minute tolerance level. Just paranoia, he told himself. What would some sleazy estate agent know about it? People made all kinds of crazy decisions in the lead up to a new year. Most likely he was probably just planting the seeds of doubt in Jack’s mind, hoping his new year’s resolution would be to finally put the place on the market. Maybe after this he really would sell it. He needed to stop being so sentimental about these things and just let go of the past.
Author/Artist m_findlow
Length/Size of work 515 words
Summary Ianto wanted Jack home for Christmas, but got Jack’s home instead.
Rating PG
Warnings None
Other content notes Using Prompt #38 - Creaking
Fandom Torchwood
Pairing Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer Torchwood sadly doesn’t belong to me, but I treat it better.
The pair of them approached the house, taking in its weather weary state. As they stepped up onto the front porch it creaked something terrible, like an old man with arthritis in every joint that protested against the slightest movement. Jack didn’t remember it creaking like that when he’d lived here. He just hoped that the porch held and one of them didn’t end up with a foot lodged through broken timbers. A busted ankle was the last thing either of them needed, even if Jack’s ankle was likely to heal before needing to show up at Rhiannon’s tomorrow.
‘Nice to see you’ve kept it in good condition,’ Ianto mused. ‘I can see why the local realtor is banging down your door to sell it. A bargain at twice the price.’
‘Yeah, so it’s seen better days,’ Jack admitted. He hadn’t exactly had the housekeeper coming around every other week to keep the place looking ship-shape. If it weren’t for the local estate agent constantly haranguing him to sell it, he probably would have forgotten about it altogether. It had taken a battering from its position, the topography doing nothing to protect it from the elements. It was one of the things Jack had loved about it – the way it just stood there and took the punches, much like himself.
‘Are you sure this isn't about to just fall into the sea?’ Ianto asked it as if it were a serious question and not just an opportunity to tease his lover.
‘It’s sturdier than you think and these cliffs aren’t going to crumble away,’ Jack assured him. ‘They’re granite, not limestone.’
‘Almost sounds as if you did your research.’
‘Hey, I don’t buy everything on a whim,’ even if he had. ‘It pays to know your surroundings. And y’know… if it did ever need a bit of extra space.’
‘Mmm hmm,’ Ianto hummed. ‘Granite cliffs and a secret entrance to the Jack Harkness batcave. The falling down house ruse is a nice touch to keep prying eyes away.’
‘Just admit you’d be a little bit jealous if there was a secret batcave buried under the cliff.’
‘Like Alfred needs more places of yours to tidy up constantly. For now I’m more concerned with what’s already here rather than what might be. If a bit of creaking and dust is the worst we have to contend with, I'll count myself lucky.’
‘You and me both,’ Jack agreed. A few tiny rift disturbances was likely just a coincidence, or perhaps more commonplace than he knew. They’d never measured spikes at that minute tolerance level. Just paranoia, he told himself. What would some sleazy estate agent know about it? People made all kinds of crazy decisions in the lead up to a new year. Most likely he was probably just planting the seeds of doubt in Jack’s mind, hoping his new year’s resolution would be to finally put the place on the market. Maybe after this he really would sell it. He needed to stop being so sentimental about these things and just let go of the past.
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Date: 2022-12-10 11:04 am (UTC)