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Newyearcntdown - Home for Christmas (Part 14)
Title Home for Christmas - Part 14
Author/Artist m_findlow
Length/Size of work 611 words
Summary Ianto wanted Jack home for Christmas, but got Jack’s home instead.
Rating PG
Warnings None
Other content notes Using Prompt #14 - Glitter
Fandom Torchwood
Pairing Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer Torchwood sadly doesn’t belong to me, but I treat it better.
Jack felt the porch creak under his boots as he stepped back outside. The wind whipped up and tried to tug at his coat but he didn’t let that faze him as he moved around the side of the house, giving it a visual inspection first before setting his vortex manipulator to work. He wasn't expecting anything to pop up, just as the initial readings from it pulsed in the low to non-existent.
He looked up from his wrist strap for a moment to take in the view as he wandered further from the house and closer to the edge of the cliffs. It was only a short walk, the house sitting as close to the coastline as was considered safe. Out here, unprotected by the lee of the house, the wind pulled at him more insistently, like it was welcoming him back into its embrace, having missed him in the intervening years of his long absence.
The night was so clear he could see the moon glittering off the water’s surface. Whilst during the day the Bristol Channel varied from a murky brown to a dull grey, at night it became a black sheen, picking up every speck of light overhead and highlighting the many crests and troughs as the water moved to its own steady rhythm. It was a sight he could have stood there and watched for hours.
Why had he left this place to rot? He could scarcely recall what had driven him away. He upped and left places he’d temporarily called home so many times that they all blurred together. Bad memories, fallings out, or just a case of itchy feet. There was always something that made him unable to stay put in any one place.
The house may have been falling down – through neglect and the elements combined – but outside it was still as beautiful as he remembered it. Perhaps on another night when the wind wasn't so bracing and his lover wasn't feeling so under the weather himself, he might have brought him up here so that they could just sit there and watch the stars twinkle overhead while the waves below dashed themselves upon the cliffs.
He shook away the fanciful thoughts of playing house and husband. It wasn’t what he wanted, and he was fairly certain Ianto didn’t pine for those things either. They’d spent time pretending to be a happily married couple and it had been more than either of them could cope with. They enjoyed their fast-paced lives and not having to commit to social norms. They had each other and Ianto’s immediate family. That was enough for now. All that glitters is not gold, Jack reminded himself, picturing the ideal of the perfect happy couple in their perfect rugged coastal home. Better to stick with what they had.
He turned away from the view and carried on moving around to the westernmost side of the house, eyes locked onto the readings from his vortex manipulator. He was going to prove to himself that this was a waste of time, for which he’d happily apologise having dragged Ianto out here.
Nothing, nothing and more nothing. He sighed as he watched the tiny waveform on his wrist barely moving, then it fluttered up for just a second. He wondered if he’d blinked and imagined it, pulling the display closer to his face to get a look. The ground underneath his feet was uneven but he kept moving, trying to pinpoint the spot where perhaps the signal might be stronger. He thought maybe he was onto something, and then his centre of gravity shifted and the signal, along with everything else, disappeared.
Author/Artist m_findlow
Length/Size of work 611 words
Summary Ianto wanted Jack home for Christmas, but got Jack’s home instead.
Rating PG
Warnings None
Other content notes Using Prompt #14 - Glitter
Fandom Torchwood
Pairing Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer Torchwood sadly doesn’t belong to me, but I treat it better.
Jack felt the porch creak under his boots as he stepped back outside. The wind whipped up and tried to tug at his coat but he didn’t let that faze him as he moved around the side of the house, giving it a visual inspection first before setting his vortex manipulator to work. He wasn't expecting anything to pop up, just as the initial readings from it pulsed in the low to non-existent.
He looked up from his wrist strap for a moment to take in the view as he wandered further from the house and closer to the edge of the cliffs. It was only a short walk, the house sitting as close to the coastline as was considered safe. Out here, unprotected by the lee of the house, the wind pulled at him more insistently, like it was welcoming him back into its embrace, having missed him in the intervening years of his long absence.
The night was so clear he could see the moon glittering off the water’s surface. Whilst during the day the Bristol Channel varied from a murky brown to a dull grey, at night it became a black sheen, picking up every speck of light overhead and highlighting the many crests and troughs as the water moved to its own steady rhythm. It was a sight he could have stood there and watched for hours.
Why had he left this place to rot? He could scarcely recall what had driven him away. He upped and left places he’d temporarily called home so many times that they all blurred together. Bad memories, fallings out, or just a case of itchy feet. There was always something that made him unable to stay put in any one place.
The house may have been falling down – through neglect and the elements combined – but outside it was still as beautiful as he remembered it. Perhaps on another night when the wind wasn't so bracing and his lover wasn't feeling so under the weather himself, he might have brought him up here so that they could just sit there and watch the stars twinkle overhead while the waves below dashed themselves upon the cliffs.
He shook away the fanciful thoughts of playing house and husband. It wasn’t what he wanted, and he was fairly certain Ianto didn’t pine for those things either. They’d spent time pretending to be a happily married couple and it had been more than either of them could cope with. They enjoyed their fast-paced lives and not having to commit to social norms. They had each other and Ianto’s immediate family. That was enough for now. All that glitters is not gold, Jack reminded himself, picturing the ideal of the perfect happy couple in their perfect rugged coastal home. Better to stick with what they had.
He turned away from the view and carried on moving around to the westernmost side of the house, eyes locked onto the readings from his vortex manipulator. He was going to prove to himself that this was a waste of time, for which he’d happily apologise having dragged Ianto out here.
Nothing, nothing and more nothing. He sighed as he watched the tiny waveform on his wrist barely moving, then it fluttered up for just a second. He wondered if he’d blinked and imagined it, pulling the display closer to his face to get a look. The ground underneath his feet was uneven but he kept moving, trying to pinpoint the spot where perhaps the signal might be stronger. He thought maybe he was onto something, and then his centre of gravity shifted and the signal, along with everything else, disappeared.
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