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m_findlowTitle Home for Christmas - Part 21
Author/Artist m_findlow
Length/Size of work 636 words
Summary Ianto wanted Jack home for Christmas, but got Jack’s home instead.
Rating PG
Warnings None
Other content notes Using Prompt #40 - Fireplace
Fandom Torchwood
Pairing Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer Torchwood sadly doesn’t belong to me, but I treat it better.
When Ianto declared he was still cold and got out of bed to do something about it, Jack didn’t believe him for a second. Yes, he was still sick, and yes, he was feeling the cold more than Jack might have, but it wasn’t so cold as to leave the warm embrace, blankets and covers on offer in bed. Ianto would never admit it out loud, but he was a snuggler at heart, but tonight Ianto was fidgety, and when he was fidgety, he usually went looking for something to occupy his mind and to take it off whatever was bothering him. Unfortunately the archives were about twenty miles too far away for him to use them as an excuse to escape.
Jack begrudgingly pushed the covers back and followed him out of the room, finding him moving into the living room, and squatting down on all fours as he placed one of his makeshift candle holders near the foot of the fireplace, peering up into its black depths. There was still a small iron bucket of kindling off to its left, just where it had always been. He didn’t know too much about them other than that by now, they would be so bone dry that they’d light in an instant.
‘I have no idea if we can get this going or not,’ Ianto said, before looking back over his shoulder at Jack. ‘What do you think? Will the floo be clogged? I wouldn't want to unintentionally smoke us out.’
Jack shrugged. ‘I have no idea.’
‘How long since you last cleaned it, ignoring the thirty years it hasn’t been used?’
‘I never cleaned it,’ Jack confessed. ‘Never even used it. That kindling there belonged to whoever owned this place before me.’
Ianto looked back at him. He didn’t need bright lights to mark the incredulous look on Ianto’s face. ‘How have you never used it? You lived here, didn’t you? It's not exactly sunny Tahiti. In the dead of winter you’d never leave it unlit.’
‘Fireplaces are hard work. Have you ever had one?’ Jack liked the simple life and one thing he'd learned that was despite their appearance, fireplaces were anything but simple. And he really hadn't spent as much time here as he might have done. There was always the temptation of life threatening danger brought on by the rift to keep his mind off the whole reason he’d bought it in the first place.
‘That's not the point.’
Jack folded his arms. ‘Even if we did get it going, it's going to take all night to warm up even just this room,’ he said, trying to be pragmatic about it. ‘For someone who wants to be out of here as soon as possible, this feels like a lot of effort to go to for no reward.’
‘The house is freezing, Jack. I'm freezing. Don't you dare lie and tell me you're not freezing too.’
‘I thought you didn't want to fight?’
‘I take it back,’ Ianto snapped. ‘I’m cold, tired, hungry and my handkerchief is so sodden I'd give up a kidney for a nice fresh box of tissues and a cup of tea.’ He pushed back to his feet and Jack stepped forward to try and wrap him up in his arms and coax him back to bed. Ianto so often gave in to Jack at the slightest touch, but on this occasion Ianto squirmed away from the movement, storming past Jack and leaving him to turn on his heel.
‘Where are you going now?’
‘I'm going to go down to the basement and see if I can't find a way to get the power back on. It's that or freeze to death here. Failing that, I may just decide to burn the place down for a bit of warmth.’
Author/Artist m_findlow
Length/Size of work 636 words
Summary Ianto wanted Jack home for Christmas, but got Jack’s home instead.
Rating PG
Warnings None
Other content notes Using Prompt #40 - Fireplace
Fandom Torchwood
Pairing Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer Torchwood sadly doesn’t belong to me, but I treat it better.
When Ianto declared he was still cold and got out of bed to do something about it, Jack didn’t believe him for a second. Yes, he was still sick, and yes, he was feeling the cold more than Jack might have, but it wasn’t so cold as to leave the warm embrace, blankets and covers on offer in bed. Ianto would never admit it out loud, but he was a snuggler at heart, but tonight Ianto was fidgety, and when he was fidgety, he usually went looking for something to occupy his mind and to take it off whatever was bothering him. Unfortunately the archives were about twenty miles too far away for him to use them as an excuse to escape.
Jack begrudgingly pushed the covers back and followed him out of the room, finding him moving into the living room, and squatting down on all fours as he placed one of his makeshift candle holders near the foot of the fireplace, peering up into its black depths. There was still a small iron bucket of kindling off to its left, just where it had always been. He didn’t know too much about them other than that by now, they would be so bone dry that they’d light in an instant.
‘I have no idea if we can get this going or not,’ Ianto said, before looking back over his shoulder at Jack. ‘What do you think? Will the floo be clogged? I wouldn't want to unintentionally smoke us out.’
Jack shrugged. ‘I have no idea.’
‘How long since you last cleaned it, ignoring the thirty years it hasn’t been used?’
‘I never cleaned it,’ Jack confessed. ‘Never even used it. That kindling there belonged to whoever owned this place before me.’
Ianto looked back at him. He didn’t need bright lights to mark the incredulous look on Ianto’s face. ‘How have you never used it? You lived here, didn’t you? It's not exactly sunny Tahiti. In the dead of winter you’d never leave it unlit.’
‘Fireplaces are hard work. Have you ever had one?’ Jack liked the simple life and one thing he'd learned that was despite their appearance, fireplaces were anything but simple. And he really hadn't spent as much time here as he might have done. There was always the temptation of life threatening danger brought on by the rift to keep his mind off the whole reason he’d bought it in the first place.
‘That's not the point.’
Jack folded his arms. ‘Even if we did get it going, it's going to take all night to warm up even just this room,’ he said, trying to be pragmatic about it. ‘For someone who wants to be out of here as soon as possible, this feels like a lot of effort to go to for no reward.’
‘The house is freezing, Jack. I'm freezing. Don't you dare lie and tell me you're not freezing too.’
‘I thought you didn't want to fight?’
‘I take it back,’ Ianto snapped. ‘I’m cold, tired, hungry and my handkerchief is so sodden I'd give up a kidney for a nice fresh box of tissues and a cup of tea.’ He pushed back to his feet and Jack stepped forward to try and wrap him up in his arms and coax him back to bed. Ianto so often gave in to Jack at the slightest touch, but on this occasion Ianto squirmed away from the movement, storming past Jack and leaving him to turn on his heel.
‘Where are you going now?’
‘I'm going to go down to the basement and see if I can't find a way to get the power back on. It's that or freeze to death here. Failing that, I may just decide to burn the place down for a bit of warmth.’
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Date: 2022-12-21 11:17 am (UTC)