| Date: 12 January 2008
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness Location: outside Link to IJ: thread #33747 |
 Ianto was looking for the Doctor for Jack.Pregnant Jack, Jack is pregnant, mustn't forget that Jack is pregnant and tired and He viciously cut off his own train of thought and kept looking through out the hotel, turning a corner and running straight into someone. "Sorry! Sorry," he apologized immediately. "I didn't see you." |
 "Not a problem," the man said, a giant smile on his face. "I rather like running into someone pretty." He leaned in, lowering his voice. "In fact, it makes my day." |
| Ianto stared for a moment, processing before saying, "I've heard that about you, Captain." |
| "Ouch. Hate it when my reputation precedes me. I'd introduce myself, but it seems you know me. Or at least, a me." Jack stepped to the side, gesturing wide. "Looked like you were headed somewhere in a hurry." |
| "Looking for the Doctor," he said, shaking his head, "Have you seen him?" |
| Jack tilted his head. "Depends on which Doctor you're talking about." |
| "Any?' Ianto shrugged, "I'm indifferent." |
| "Oh. Well, in that case, there's one down the way. The one in the leather coat and big ears. Can't miss him." Jack pointed East. |
| He stared for a moment at Jack, 'When are you from?" |
| Jack looked down at his uniform and back at the young man, eyebrows lifted. "Please don't tell me you're just a pretty face in a smart suit. It would really break my heart." He broke into a wide grin and laughed. "But I suppose you have to ask that of everyone here, right? Proves you're much more intelligent than you let on." He leaned in, eyes wide. "I could be from any time and just wearing whatever I thought attractive young men would like." |
| "Which would be very in character for you," Ianto agreed. |
| "I'm nothing if not consistent," he nodded. "I suppose this is where I'd announce who I am and ask who you are. But since you obviously know me, or of me, I'll skip that part." |
| "I know you, Jack," he said, heading east, "Biblically even." |
| "Really?" He cooed, catching up to him. "And I don't even know your name..." |
| "I can't believe that that's unusual either," he flirted a bit, just by habit. |
| Jack chuckled and shrugged. "Well, so you do know me. I'm going to spend much of my time here being jealous of myself, aren't I? Especially if we knew each other... biblically, as you put it." |
| "Have you met yourself yet?" |
| "No," Jack winced. "Should I? I know it's inevitable, but I've been putting it off for as long as possible." |
| "Why?" Ianto asked, curiously, "You're not so bad." |
| "Do you mean me, as in specifically, or me as a whole? Because if there's an array of Jacks here, I'm sure some of us aren't-" he bit back what he was about to say. "So nicely dressed as I am," he finished instead. "And you still haven't told me your name. I'm going to have to resort to making up a name for you otherwise." |
| "Ianto," he said, carefully giving it the Welsh pronouncation that Jack always did, "Ianto Jones. And I didn't give it to you because you didn't ask." Not flat out, he'd implied. |
| "Ianto," Jack said, trying the word out. "Ianto Jones. I bet you have me wrapped around your little finger. Serious Ianto and his serious suits." |
| "Are you so easily wrapped, Jack?" |
| "Very rarely," Jack smiled. "It would have to be someone very special." Time for a change of direction. "And since direct questions seem to work best with you, what time were you in before you ended up here?" |
| "@))&. What about you, Jack?" |
| "Plucked from !($! England. Was there on more of a layover, though. @))&, huh? Interesting time, the twenty-first century. Lots of changes." He glanced over at Ianto with a measuring eye. "Though for someone from @))&, you seem to be taking this place in stride-unless you're quietly freaking out on the inside." |
| "I work for Torchwood. I take everything in stride," Ianto said professionally. |
| "Torchwood?" Jack asked, eyebrows lifting. "If I asked, would you be able to tell me? Or is it one of those secret organizations with handshakes and nicknames?" |
| "You'll know someday,:" Ianto said confidently. |
| Heaving a sigh, Jack put on a mock-pout. "Perhaps I also learn patience someday. Sounds like I'm as intimately involved with Torchwood as I am with you. As long as we get out of here, that is." |
| "We have to get out of here," he shrugged, "Time moves on." |
| "That it does," Jack agreed. "Any theories on what's going on?" |
| "Not even one, yet. You?" |
| "Something like this couldn't happen by accident. The universe is strange, but not this strange." Jack shoved his hands in his pockets as he walked, eyes on the horizon - or what he could see of it. "Someone's gone through a lot of trouble to make this place comfortable enough for us, which would probably mean they know us. Or know of us. Question is, is it personal. Are each of us here for a specific reason, or are we just what the universe had in the cupboard at the time?" |
| "Maybe it's the Rift." |
| "Rift?" Jack asked. "What sort of rift?" |
| "Space and time rift. In Cardiff." |
| "Cardiff?" He asked incredulously. "Really? I suppose a time-space rift could cause this, but I wasn't anywhere near Cardiff. I'd think you'd have to have some proximity for it to have affect." |
| "Your genetics were though." |
| "Doesn't explain those that aren't me. Just how many of me are there around here, anyway?" Jack smirked. "Just to get to know the competition." |
| "I've met...two? I know there's more though." |
| Jack nodded. "What about you? Any spare Iantos running around?" He waggled his eyebrows. |
| "I've been told not to recommend that." |
| "Just curious," he smiled with mock innocence. "Since you seem impervious to my charms. Or is your Jack being territorial?" |
| He grinned, "No, I mean the other Ianto isn't. Stable." |
| "You make him sound like a radioactive element. Perhaps he just needs to be handled properly, and with caution." Jack tilted his head a bit. "It may just be luck that you're more... stable. Are you, serious Ianto? Or do you have dark little secrets tucked under that suit vest?" His eyes traveled the length of Ianto's torso, obviously undressing him in his mind. |
| "Many, sir," Ianto said casually. |
| "Did you just call me sir?" |
| "Habit." He shrugged, flushing slightly. |
| "You call your Jack sir?" He asked. "Now that's just downright... kinky." |
| "I believe that's the idea," he smirked. |
| Jack leaned in, testing Ianto's personal space. "I have a newfound respect for you, Ianto. Definitely not just a pretty face in a smart suit." |
| Ianto worked with Jack. He didn't have personal space any more. He had IantoandJack space. He raised an eyebrow at Jack. "Thank you, Captain." |
| "After you find the Doctor - we could grab a bite to eat, if you'd like." He touched a hand to the small of Ianto's back as they walked. "Relax a little, see if I can get to see more of that beautiful smile of yours." |
| Ianto smirked, "Sure, Jack. I'd like that." Mostly because well. Jack apparently had a type and it wasn't just 'convenient' and that made him feel pretty good. |
| "Wonderful. I'm sure you'd like to carry on with your Doctor search alone without me tagging along. I'll meet you in the dining area?" He tilted his head and looked him in the eye, moving closer and sliding one hand to rest lightly around Ianto's hip. "That OK, serious Ianto?" |
| Ianto kissed Jack's cheek lightly, "I'll see you later, Jack." |
| Jack nodded and smiled, watching as Ianto walked away. So much possibility wrapped in a tight little package - he wanted nothing more than to pull the ribbon loose and watch it all unfurl. In so many ways. He set off toward the hotel again, whistling to himself as he went and already cursing Ianto's Jack for having him. |