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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 7, 2011 14:35:28 GMT -5
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Ianto would have considered John’s behavior as more rude than mean right now. Nonetheless, that didn’t mean that he didn’t think that John’s comment wasn’t unkind. ”I expect him to talk to us.” Realizing that that could be taken the wrong way, for Ianto was sure that Jack did talk to John, he quickly added, ”To Torchwood because it would have been nice to know about you before you showed up out of the blue and tried to kill us.” Ianto was being unfair but he didn’t care. John could have killed him, instead of sending him to find the others, barely in time to save Gwen’s life.
John certainly had a knack for addressing all of Ianto’s doubts, making those misgivings all the more poignant in Ianto’s mind. ”Jack’s not a child, and I’m not his toy but, if saying that to yourself helps you sleep at night, so be it.” Ianto knew that repeated denial of John’s statement was only a temporary fix to the problem but a temporary fix was all that Ianto needed at the moment. He’d deal with the larger issue all by himself when he was home alone and could think things through clearly. It was hard to think of anything but trying to keep himself on guard while in the presence of John.
There was no point in trying to hide the shock on his face as John started to rant about timelines being messed up if Ianto told Jack about this meeting. Now, Ianto may not be a super computer whiz like Toshiko or a doctor like Owen, but he was smarter than the average person. He could put two and two together and realize that what John was saying strongly hinted at the fact that sometime in the future Torchwood was going to be running into the Captain again. Ianto was definitely not looking forward to that.
But Ianto clenched back on all of those bitter thoughts and instead focused on John messing around with his wriststrap. Six days…Six days too long. Ianto was sure that Tosh could fix that thing in less time than that…Messed up timelines, though…Probably not a smart idea. Nobody was supposed to know that John was here for now. At least that meant that he wasn’t going to be making any trips to Cardiff in the next week to visit with his ‘old buddies.’ Some good luck at last! ”I won’t tell a single soul that you’re here. As a matter of fact, I think I just might retcon myself today because I’m not sure I even want to remember that you’re here.” He didn’t want the fact that John was running around out there to keep him up at night.
Ianto shot a disgusted look towards John. Just the idea that John would dream about him (even if he was only kidding) was sickening. ”Not what I wanted to hear,” he muttered to himself, wishing he had a large glass of any kind of alcohol to shove down his throat. But he didn’t so he was going to have to take everything John said like a man. First, though, he needed to change the tone of this conversation as soon as possible. ”So, Captain John Hart, what are you doing here? I mean, I know your wrist-thingy is broken—and Jack’s right about his being bigger, by the way—but you could be anywhere on Earth right now.”
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Post by nyx on Feb 8, 2011 15:52:44 GMT -5
 John laughed, tipping his head back with a happy little grin. Oh, now, that was rather sweet. Amusing, and entertaining as well...but sweet. And then just as quickly stopped, and pouted. "Oh, he didn't mention me? Not one word?" He made sure his voice was tinged with just the right amount of hurt to make that seem like it was true. But...really, not a word? Not in one of Jack's stories? Oh. Well, perhaps he didn't tell stories anymore. Not that John cared, of course, because he couldn't be bothered to, and he knew he meant something to Jack. Being allowed to walk away was proof enough of that. Jack could have killed him, twice. And didn't. Oddly sentimental, that. Made him feel all gooey inside.
"But get real, Eye Candy. You save the planet. You work. Why would he talk about private things in a working atmosphere? He never has done. Just cause he's shagging you doesn't mean that he'd talk to you." Well, actually...he might. This planet sure was affecting Jack in odd ways, come to think of it. Making him almost...domestic. John shuddered at the mere thought.
"Keep tellin' yourself that luv," he said cheerfully, lifting his bottle back to his lips, murmering just before the rim touches his pink lips, "Humans. So blind." They were blind! It was oddly sweet. Damn, he was thinking of a lot of things as being sweet now, wasn't he? Urgh...that was not right. He had to fix that. It might mean he grew some morals, or something.
Oh. Eye Candy was shocked. He paused, wondering why. Why would Eye Candy be shocked? He hadn't said anything, had he? Oh...except the timeline bit. Bugger. "And you can't mention any of that either. Capish?" He flashed a charming grin at the other man. Friendly almost. How odd. "Retcon? Crap name, that. Guessing it's some...memory removal thing? Oh, that's insulting..." He dropped his voice back to a seductive purr, "I can make it so youd never want to forget it, if you want...Give you the night of your life. Bet you'd love it as well...Dirty little secret for you, just like Jack has...Don't say you haven't thought about it..."
[/color] Although, he probably hadn't. Stuffy suit boy an' all. Looked cute, but really, what was the point in being cute if you were no fun? Those people were always the most boring, come to think of it. He rolled his eyes. "Last's much longer, why do I keep havin' to say it? And it ain't broken. It's just having a strop. And I think I spilt hypervodka on it...again." He ducked his head, examining it slightly more closely. Not that it would do any good, really, but oh well. At least his hadn't been neutured, like Jack's. "And yeah. I know. But this planet's crap. Stay here, can catch the remains of the fissure outta here when this calms down a little bit."[/BLOCKQUOTE][/BLOCKQUOTE]  TAGGED: IANTO WORD COUNT: MEHH.. OUTFIT: SAME AS IN THE TEMPLATE ^^ COMMENTS: =D CREDITS: ALL MINE, 'CEPT LYRICS - THEY'RE KT TURNSTALL'S [/SIZE] |
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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 12, 2011 9:24:30 GMT -5
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Ianto wanted to be able to say that what he and Jack were doing was more than just shagging but John had him beat there because that’s all he seemed to be doing with Jack. Jack had asked him out on a date (coincidentally, during Ianto’s first encounter with John) but that date had yet to happen. It was always one thing or another at work keeping them too busy to be able to enjoy each other’s company alone. Ianto, though, could object to John’s theory of keeping private things out of work. ”But, in our job, knowing these things could help keep us alive. I mean, when you have a boss that’s lived forever, he’s bound to know some things that could help keep his friends alive.” But that stubborn Jack seemed content to keep his secret a past.
There was one simple way to solve the quandary Ianto found himself in right now: talk to Jack. He had to keep the amusement of that thought off of his face. Jack didn’t talk about his past so Ianto highly doubted that he’d answer questions about questionable relationship statuses. John certainly was a master at craftily manipulating people.
Ianto ignored John’s questions because he had probably said way more than he should have. John was definitely someone that Ianto believed Jack wouldn’t want to know any more about Torchwood that what he already knew. But was it wrong that John’s offer was almost tempting? That Ianto briefly thought that he could stick it to Jack by fooling around with his ex-lover? That thought didn’t cross Ianto’s mind until that very second. He quickly dispelled it, though, because doing that wouldn’t solve anything. Besides, he knew that John couldn’t be trusted. If he accepted John’s offer, it wasn’t going to be a simple shag and a ‘thanks for the fun time.’ He was sure John would throw some selfish ulterior motive into the mixture. ”I hate to have to break this to you but men who try to kill my friends aren’t exactly my type.”
He managed to let out a small chuckle at John’s ‘lasts much longer’ comment. Ianto wouldn’t know, nor did he ever want to find out. Instead, the Welshman focused on the more positive part of that rant. ”I’m glad to see that you’re as eager to get out of here as I am to see you leave.” Ianto made sure to tack on a smile to the end of that sentence.
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Post by nyx on Feb 12, 2011 13:36:59 GMT -5
John just looked amused at Eye Candy's attempts to argue back. Because it was amusing, really. Not one thing Ianto had said was something he hadn't heard from some other Jack-love-sick fool a bazillion times before. John hadn't. Him and Jack had had something, neither could deny that, and John wouldn't make excuses for the other man. He was still a bastard. "Again, you save the world. This world. Not Jack's world, not Jack's time. Why would anything from his life then assist with his life now?" His tone of voice was rather amused as well, he knew.
He tilted his head to the side again, lowering it slightly so he was looking up at the other man, his blue eyes fixed on Eye Candy's through his eyelashes. Ohhh, he was thinking about it. John could very nearly sense the sudden emit of pheneromes that was filling the air, raising his own levels in response. Oh, this was a fun game. And another argument...He pouted. "Come now...Ianto..." he pratically purred the name, "I didn't try to kill them. If I had tried, they would be dead. I don't fail when I try to kill someone."
He lifted the bottle back to his lips, finishing it off before putting it down on the bar, absently tapping it between his fingers. "Take your medic. Shot him, yeah, but not fatal. Fatal would have been a shot to the head. And I left the pretty tech unharmed to tend to him, left them with a phone and the door unlocked. Gappy Girl...Yeah, alright, did think about it. She was irritating me. But still, could have killed her. Taken her gun and shot her. But I didn't. And you,"
[/b]he smirked "Let you go, didn't I? Pratically told you to go save the others. Now how in hell was any of that trying to kill you?" He laughed brightly, tossing his head back, his gaze wandering slightly to look around the bar. At the humans, the ones around them. So hot and warm, compact bodies...well, he had plenty of choice if it did turn out that Eye Candy wasn't one up for having a bit of fun. "So does that make me your type after all? I'm good at fitting into types...And yes, eager to leave. Been though that."[/BLOCKQUOTE][/BLOCKQUOTE] TAGGED: IANTO WORD COUNT: TONS OUTFIT: SAME AS IN THE TEMPLATE ^^ COMMENTS: Lalalalaaaa.... CREDITS: ALL MINE, 'CEPT LYRICS - THEY'RE KT TURNSTALL'S [/SIZE][ |
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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 12, 2011 16:39:46 GMT -5
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Ianto was not about to give this up. He wasn’t going to allow John even a small victory this evening. It was all about some foolish pride; Ianto wanted to show John that there was a reason he was the one with Jack now—that he wasn’t just the toy that John thought he was. ”Because things from other worlds and other times have the tendency to slip through the rift…in case you hadn’t noticed,” he added with a great deal of sarcasm. Most of the things that slipped through the rift were things that were better off wherever they originally came from, including Captain John Hart.
The whole not allowing John even a small victory thing wasn’t going too well at the moment. The very fact that John used his real name this time around made Ianto sure that John somehow knew what he had been thinking only moments ago. That…was…just…absolutely…wonderful. Ianto rolled his eyes at John’s show of bravado. ‘If I had wanted them dead, they’d be dead.’ That was a line straight out of the movies. It was the hero trying to be stoic. It was the hero trying to lull someone else into a false sense of security.
He watched John carefully as he went on to explain exactly how he had not tried to kill any of the Torchwood Three members that fateful night. Ianto hated to have to admit it but everything John said made some kind of strange sense. But he had left one person out of that explanation—one person that didn’t fit into his ‘If I had wanted them dead, they’d be dead’ account. ”What about Jack?” Ianto asked, eyebrows slightly raised in wondering inquiry. ”You tossed him off a roof, not knowing that he couldn’t die. Generally speaking, when you toss someone off of a roof it’s because you want them dead.” He couldn’t wait to hear John’s bloody answer to that question.
God, this man was worse than Jack. Ianto slowly shook his head back and forth. ”Sorry. Still not my type.” Not that Ianto could say he had a type. The only serious relationship he had ever been in had been with Lisa. Plus, his job kind of excluded him from being able to explore the seas. It would be next to impossible to be in a serious relationship with someone that he couldn’t share one of the most important aspects of his life with.
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Post by nyx on Feb 12, 2011 16:57:56 GMT -5
John was enjoying this. It had been quite a while since he'd had a wordy-argument with someone remotely intelligent. Fisty arguments, yes, but arguing...or having a debate as it was known, wasn't something he was used to. And right now, John was wondering why not. This was rather fun. John was an intelligent man, after all. He just never bothered to argue like this before...well, in a while. "Training. That information would be from his training. Jack's personal life is completely different. He doesn't need to tell any of you anything about him personally to save the world, as you little people all do. Just deal with it." He laughed again, shaking his head. How fun.
He tipped his head slightly, pursing his lips. "No, you've got me there. That would have killed him..." In fact, it was quite a good point actually. But then again, John hadn't planned it. John never planned things like that. "But was poor impulse control on my part. Jack had something I wanted, and got rid of it. He knew it would irritate me. And...yeah. Poor impulse control." He paused, before ducking his head slightly. "Didn't realise I'd done it until he'd gone over the side, to be honest. Was...a bit of a shock." He cared for Jack. Loved him. Jack was the only person John had ever, or ever would, love. Thinking he'd killed him had actually affected him. No other deaths caused by him ever had, but that...That hadn't been a good feeling. Made him feel weak, if anything.
"I bet I could be...What is your type?" he grinned slightly, reverting back to the cocky, assured, sexy persona, away from the icky feelings that had come from thinking he had killed Jack. "You're probably one of those quite...dominating ones in bed, aren't you? And come on sweetie...you need a dirty little secret. What, don't think Jack's playing around with Gappy while you're here. There was something going on there, love. Sorry to be the one to tell you...but there was." The icky eyes, protective nature, deep tones when they were all going over the John Rules. And it was Jack. Fifty-first century people couldn't help but want more than one parterner. Was nothing wrong with it.
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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 13, 2011 9:50:34 GMT -5
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”But some people can’t afford to have a personal life. You yourself fall into the category of being a part of Jack’s personal life and, like I’ve already told you before, it would have been nice to know about you. And then you mentioned someone named Gray before you left. From Jack’s reaction, I assume that they fall into his personal life too, and, whoever this Gray is, I have the feeling that they’re someone we should know about too.” Ianto and the others had only made a half-baked attempt to try and find out who Gray was from Jack—of course, with little to no success at all.
”Poor impulse control?” Ianto scoffed. That was certainly a poor excuse for throwing someone John supposedly loved off of a rooftop. What Jack saw in John Ianto would never know. Then again, maybe it was the whole sharing something with someone that couldn’t be shared with anyone else thing. They were both Time Agents, after all…Whatever the heck those were. ”Poor impulse control is eating the last cookie, not tossing someone off of a building because they did the same to something you want.” It would have been a simple ride down the elevator for John to retrieve the canister. There need not have been any violence involved. At least now Ianto had another reason to keep on rejecting John’s futile attempts of having a ‘fun’ night.
But it didn’t look like John was going to give up those futile attempts anytime soon. Ianto blatantly ignored John’s questions but wished he had taken the time out to answer them, instead of having to listen to what John had to say next. ”You’re lying,” he said, mustering up as much conviction of that belief as he could. ”Gwen’s engaged. She would never do something like that.” It was a lot easier to deny Gwen fooling around with Jack than to try and deny Jack fooling around with Gwen. Ianto wanted to believe that he was the only one Jack was shagging but who knew what their boss did after they had all left work for the night? They all assumed he spent his nights all alone in the HUB but who’s to say he didn’t go out to the clubs at night or whatever.
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Post by nyx on Feb 13, 2011 13:41:34 GMT -5
John narrowed his eyes slightly. Now, that was rather irritating. As much as he was enjoying this little battle of wits and words, that was...rude. Very rude. John hated rudeness, he was polite. Often crude, but polite. "So you're saying that Jack doesn't deserve privacy?" his eyes had narrowed, growing darker as his anger and annoyance filled his expression. The expression of a killer - insane, dark, wild, uncontrollable killer. Damn, he hadn't worn that expression in...ages. "Doesn't deserve a past life that's not broudcast to the entire world? Oh, don't give me that crap. Everyone has secrets, Eye Candy, you do, Gappy does, Jack does. Don't go about presuming you, or any of your little teams, are important enough to know Jack's. Don't you even dare think that."
It was annoying. Saying that Jack didn't deserve privacy, which was basically what John was reading into the annoying human's words. That was really, really close to saying that John didn't deserve privacy. Which was just wrong. There were things about him that Jack, and only Jack knew. He knew everything about Jack, Jack knew everything about him. And they deserved their privacy, their secrets. How dare this ignorant human even suggest otherwise?
And that mention of Gray. It sucked, even now, John still shivered at that name. Gray had been...a mistake. A big, definately bad mistake that he hadn't realised was wrong until too late. After the trip to find the diamond, come to think of it. And hadn't that gone well. But...well, perhaps there was a way to make it right. Time could be changed, after all...and it didn't have to happen right now. The anger faded from his eyes, reverting back into the playful, flirty persona he'd been wearing since arriving on this planet, thinking. No one had deserved to die at Gray's hand. Now, here, he did have the chance to change it. "Yeah...could give you that...about him..." But changing time did have consequences...changing it could end up killing him? If that detonator had gone off...He'd have to think about it.
But he'd calmed now, which was always good. Killing Eye Candy would be a mistake, as he kept reminding himself. He signalled for another drink, shrugging. "Yeah. Poor impulse control. Is a trait in my people, see. Genetic. Jack knew that. Jack's not stupid. If Jack knew he would die, die for good, he wouldn't have done that." John had seen it, in Jack's eyes. Bugger had been riling him. And hey, if John had meant to kill him, he would have owned up to it. It had been a damn good kill...if it hadn't been Jack.
John blinked innocently, taking the fresh drink as it was pushed over to him, looking at Ianto over the rim. "Since when did being engaged actually mean anything than saying you love someone? Loving someone doesn't mean you don't play around with others." Oh...wait, this was still the twenty-first century. He kept forgetting that. Humans of the twenty-first century were...weird.
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