Characters: Ianto/Jack, The Doctor and two TARDISs
Spoilers... um, god I wish?
Warnings- I don't think so.
Rating: PG-13 atm. may go higher.
Summary: Ianto introduce's Jack to his TARDIS.
Disclaimers: Jack belongs to Ianto always. Timelord or not. Both belong to us.. cause obviously we treat them better.
A/N Thank you.... all of you guys who voted. I'm sorry that I couldn't use all of your ideas... lol. Honestly, if I could have.. I would have. But this one just fit all too well. You are all lovely and brilliant. Also, thank you for supporting me through this.. heh, I never expected this to be multichapter. I never expected it to be well received.
A/N 2. Gifts at the end. Feel free to steal. :) And Happy whatever if is that you celebrate. I love you all so much. You've made my life better by being here. Thank you. :)
The First Thing
Ianto looks at Jack, after his revelation. He looks at him and looks at him and never wants to stop looking at him. His Timelord brain is taking in every part of the face of Jack Harkness. Every feature every flaw every dimple and freckle. There is so much more to Jack then Ianto the Archivist ever noticed. There’s a stray freckle just there, right above the left eyebrow, about a centimeter and a half over from the edge of the brow. Ianto pokes it. “You have a freckle.”
Jack looks less lost now, more concerned.
Ianto smiles at him. He’s beginning to feel a bit better now. A bit more whole. Being near to Jack tends to have that effect on him anyway, and now that his psyche has become whole again, having Jack nearby is speeding up the process nicely. The ticking in his pocket is also helping. Tickticktickticktick …thumpthumpthumpthump … heartbeat and stopwatch. Same rhythm. Steadily going forever.
“He’ll be around shortly; he may miss us by a day or two… That old TARDIS of his never did fly as true as she could have, had he fixed her up.” Ianto’s sea blue eyes twinkle at this, looking surprised, but sure of himself. He isn’t entirely sure where that realization or memory is coming from, but he knows it to be the truth. Currently, the brain to mouth filter that Ianto Jones, Archivist normally had in place is … missing.
Jack takes this statement in stride. His dead lover has just come back to life as a Timelord. He can take just about anything in stride right now. “Ianto… I …” Jack is at a loss for words. Jack is never at a loss for words. He can’t look at Ianto, remembering how he led him into death. “Ianto I’m sorry.” He mumbles. Jack also doesn’t mumble, so Ianto knows this is a special case. Ianto knows a lot more about Jack now. He also knows that right now is not the time for words, and with his hands still on the sides of Jack’s head, he brings them together again, lips meeting lips this time. And everything that they’ve wanted-needed to say to each other is said through that kiss. There’s apologies and love and hate. Rage and sadness and loss and finally, just them. It’s a long kiss, and when it ends, neither can breathe, but both know where they stand.
There’s a lot that can be said without words. Ianto’s always known this. He has always chosen his words wisely… never speaking without purpose- be it snarksarcasmwit (and oh does he have a lot of that now. Timelord brains are not just good for intelligence) or sharing local knowledge. Ianto snorts at this thought, and Jack looks at him funny. This will be happening a lot, Ianto knows.
And Ianto knows something else now too. There’s a message waiting in is head, the blinkblinkblink of an answering machine comes to mind and Ianto stands without warning, neatly avoiding bumping his forehead on Jacks. He takes Jack’s hand and they’re running, pausing only to lock up the dead Archivist’s apartment. Jack is confused again, but he’s with a Timelord. And he knows that they run… it really does seem to be a trait amongst the race. He idly wonders if Rassilon, the great Godking of the Timelords was a track star.
They run. Ianto seems to know where he’s going. Jack has no idea. Towards the Plass it seems to be… (ask about Torchwood and most people point towards the Bay) And that’s where they’re headed. Jack’s mind screams at him, ‘no no no no no!’ too many bad memories. Names and faces that he thought he’d left behind. The chief of them just happens to be running in front of him, however, and that makes it ok. Jack continues to follow the man (Timelord) in front of him, as Ianto once followed Jack everywhere. He goes directly to the parking garage hidden nearby. Underground, it has not been destroyed as the lower parts of the HUB have not been destroyed. Oh there’s rubble and dirt and Ianto’s mind itches at the sight of it… must clean must clean must clean. The mind of the Archivist always wanting to put everything in order and to make everything right and neat. But he is able to shove that aside, following the blinkblinkblink in his head.
There. There it is… in the back, waaaay over in the corner, shoved behind some random space ship that Jack parked here years and years ago. She’s there waiting for him. No one has noticed her because she hasn’t wanted anyone to. Until now.
Ianto and Jack race into the back of the parking garage and Ianto skids to a stop in front of a low covered thing. Here she is. Bonded to him, body and soul. Ianto yanks the cover back; it’s a dirty grimy sheet now, covered in rubble and the dirt of the intervening years. It comes in stark contrast to the gleaming shining silver metal underneath.
Jack whistles. This is not a thing that he could have been prepared for. He walks around the object, staring and not speaking. Glancing at Ianto, he sees nothing but love and a sort of recognition. Jack knows that when this was put away and stored down here, it looked marginally different. Or completely different… Jack really has no idea. He also begins to wonder how he could have missed something like this. With a shrug he accepts that this is just how these things work.
Ianto stares at her with the awe of a child on Christmas. It’s a homecoming for him. “Oh darling, you always did have one hell of a sense of style.” He murmurs. At least Jack thinks he does. Everything seems muted in the presence of… her. Yes. Yes, Jack feels it… the life flowing from this. From Ianto’s TARDIS. The 2008 Aston Martin DBS. The Bond car. He looks up and smiles at his partner. (friend? lover? He’s still not sure) “Ianto, she’s beautiful. And I was half expecting some filing cabinet in the Archives.”
Ianto rolls his eyes. Oh that eye roll. Jack is glad Ianto’s appearance hasn’t changed. He’s not sure he could handle it if it had. But he smiles after. She is beautiful. Jack can feel her preening in his presence. She almost feels more alive than the Doctor’s TARDIS. Jack knows she’s not... she’s just waking up. “When I left her here, she was the 1968 version.” He smiles at the memory. “She always knew what I liked.”
He runs a hand over her front fender and at the same time, removes a set of keys from his pocket. It’s his usual set of keys; Jack recognizes the key to the flat, the key to his office, the key to Jack’s office, the Archives, the tourist’s office, etc. There are 47 keys on this keyring, and Jack knows for a fact, that one of them has not been used or even noticed in over 26 years.
“Let’s get her outta here.” Ianto picks one key and uses it to unlock the door… and Jack’s not sure what to expect when Ianto slides into her driver’s seat… Certainly not the gorgeous sound of a 6.0 liter V12 engine filling the silence of the parking garage, dropping more debris all over him. Ianto leans over and with the grin of a man who never forgets anything (unless a Chameleon Arch is somehow involved), asks “work to do… coming?”
That is one question that Jack never ever needs to be asked twice. (this time, Ianto is allowed to appreciate the innuendo, as Jack is there. Right there next to him where he belongs. Forever? He can hope. They have that now.)
The car-TARDIS (car-dis? Ianto grins) races out, not really needing him to guide her, but him doing it anyway… the perfect merge of man and sentient machine, following the contours of the rubble up the ramp and Jack would swear that she takes to the air briefly before landing again in the parking lot. He stops the car, maneuvering a perfect power-glide (Jack thinks this is more for effect than anything else…) and the engine idles as Ianto looks at Jack. Ianto raises an eyebrow. “You wanna see the inside?”
Mutely, Jack nods. He’s a bit out of his depth right now and he’s not used to that.
Ianto selects a second key from off of the key ring and motions for Jack to get out of the car. They both do, and Ianto unlocks the door again, this time, when he slips in, there’s a soft light, flowing from inside the sports car… Jack is just about to peer inside when he hears it… That sound that his ears have been trained to listen for. The soft breathing sound of the Doctor’s TARDIS. Jack turns and stares and see’s the large blue police box, thumping clumsily next to the Aston Martin. Jack stares… The box is so… awkward next to the sleek lines of the DBS. Ianto peeks his head out, sees the police box and grins widely, but Jack can see the hint of fear in his eyes. Jack pulls him close, arms around the Timelord’s waist (as though they belong there.) And they wait.
I did this too.
Everything Has Its Place (part 4)