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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 13, 2011 19:09:58 GMT -5
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Did John really love Jack or was he just being…crazy right now? Ianto didn’t know, nor did he really care to know, what the answer was to that question. The important thing right at the moment was to focus on breathing steadily and keeping eye contact (albeit, wary eye contact) with John. The last thing he wanted John to think was that this little mood swing was kind of frightening. Ianto didn’t want to show that fear, although he knew he had ever reason to be afraid of this Captain. ”I didn’t…I didn’t mean it like that,” he said, ”Even Jack is entitled to keeping his deepest and darkest secrets but those secrets that can help us out are the ones that we need to know.”
Ianto felt a little bit like a hypocrite. Here he was talking about Jack spilling out his own secrets when Ianto himself kept all of his secrets—all of his personal life—close to his chest. And one of his secrets had nearly gotten the whole team killed. Yet Jack had forgiven him for the Lisa fiasco; Jack had willingly welcomed him back to work after Ianto took some time off after the incident. But John didn’t know about any of that, and Ianto wanted to keep it that way.
He could sense John contemplating something, and Ianto didn’t like it one smidgen. This Gray was trouble with a capital T. If he wasn’t exactly trouble now, he was going to be trouble sometime in the future. But Ianto was smart enough not to press the issue. Gray wasn’t around here now and, if he was such a big threat to them, Jack would do something about it, with or without telling the other Torchwood Three members about it.
Ianto decided to drop the subject of John’s death because, let’s face it, trying to think about the world—the universe without Jack in it was a rather gloomy thought. Ianto could deal with his own eventual demise but the universe needed someone like Jack around. Jack was a somebody. Ianto was just their tea boy or butler or eye candy or whatever other nickname people felt the need to bestow upon him. He knew he should feel bitter about that but he was the one, after all, who had begged Jack to let him have a job there in the first place. He was going to have to deal with the cards that had been dealt to him, even if it had turned out to be a rather crappy deck.
John had such a wonderful philosophy when it came to love. ”Gwen loves…” Ianto hesitated. She had fooled around with Owen when she was with Rhys….but she hadn’t been engaged to him back then. Was a ring really enough to change all of that, though? Maybe here and Jack were doing something together. When she had first joined the team, it had always been her and Jack going out on the dangerous missions together alone. All of those thoughts raced through Ianto’s head in seconds. He forgot that he was about to say ‘Gwen loves Rhys’ and instead said, ”I have to get going now.”
The last thing he wanted was to be stuck talking with the man who had planted all of these doubts in his head. Ianto pulled out his wallet and paid for the one drink he had had. He stood up from the bar stool, with nary a glance at John, and quickly exited the bar. He found his car in the crowded parking lot and got into the driver’s seat. He started it up but didn’t pull out. He rested his hands on the steering wheel and leaned his head against them. He couldn’t let John get to him like this. Jack was a good man. Gwen was an honest woman. There was nothing going on there.
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Post by nyx on Feb 14, 2011 10:50:27 GMT -5
color=slategray] "How else could you have ever meant it?"
[/color] John asked softly, tipping his head to the side. It was oddly endearing, now he'd calmed down. This little, insignificant human who, yes, Jack may love...thought he had the right to know everything. Foolish. Oddly, despite being in love with Jack himself, John wasn't jealous if the other Captain was in 'love' with the Eye Candy. Eye Candy would die. John...wouldn't. Not for a while, he was sure. John was a constant, and in an immortal's life, that was a good thing to have. Something you wanted to hold on to. And now, after thinking of that...yes, John was calm. It was almost as if that mood swing had never happened. "Then he'll impart that information, the relevant information, when the time comes. When it's needed. Not when you or gappy or any of your little team fancy being nosy. Deal with it." John didn't really want to argue any more. Of course, it had been fun...but then he'd got annoyed. And getting annoyed was very close to killing the human, and that would mess up timelines much more than this bit already was. But maybe Eye Candy wasn't so much of a nosy bastard as John had taken him for. He hadn't asked about Gray. Of course, that also meant that he hadn't been sent here by Jack, and wasn't being monitored by Jack, because otherwise he would have asked. Not that John had actually considered that, come to think of it. But it was nice to realise it. He hid a tiny smirk behind his glass as Eye Candy faltered in his defensive sentence. Oh, he knew it. Gappy and Jack had been flirting, and alright, John didn't know about Gappy, but Jack...Unless earth had tamed him, which, well, it could have (and made him more boring, really), Jack had never been able to keep it in his pants. And Gappy Gwen had been pretty! Those eyes...If it wasn't for her annoyingness, John would have offered to take her with him as well. But it was fun to plant the seeds of doubt into the humans mind. John was good at mind games - he was twisted in a way himself. He could make anyone paranoid. And oddly, he usually made them paranoid about things that turned out to be true, which he just found rather amusing... Oh. John blinked, then watched as Eye Candy got up, and left. How impolite. Not even a 'Get the hell out of here' or a 'Don't follow me'. Just...left. How boring. Perhaps playing with the Eye Candy wasn't such a good idea of a way to spend a good time. He swirled his glass thoughtfully, before downing the last of his drink. He'd have thought that beneath that suit, there must be something nice. Perhaps a bit of danger. But now, just...politeness. And denial, a great load of denial. And downright nosyness and... Bugger. John had just passed his eyes over the doorway to the bar. Over the big, heavy, rather annoyed looking men who were standing there, looking around through narrowed eyes. The men wearing bikers jackets and one of which he was sure had previously owned the bike he'd used to get here, now...wasn't that a funny coincidence? And then John realised that it wasn't a coincidence at all when the heavy looking leader caught sight of him, pointed, and yelled. God help them, they were even doing the knuckle cracking thing. Of course, John would have loved to stay to fight. Really would. Unfortunately, the bar person was alsoheading in his direction, probably to make him pay for his...and Eye Candy's...drink. And the bikers were looking so tough, the big one especially as they stormed towards him, the crowds parting around them. He slipped off the barstool, ignoring the bartender, looked around, and then shrugged. Nothing wrong with getting a hit in before legging it. So he did. Hit the biggest bastard in the face...and then legged it, outside, and into the carpark. He stopped, looking around for where he'd left the bike, pretty sure it was nearby...and then promptly forgot about it when he caught sight of a familiar head hunched over the wheel inside on the the cars...a very nice car, that he would have stopped to admire, if he hadn't been a bit busy avoiding being whallowed, or stinkied, to death. He ran up over one car, over the roof, and then rolled over the bonnet of another, until he reached Eye Candy's car. And then yanked open the passenger door, throwing himself in with a clap to the humans back. "Wasn't polite that leaving so quickly. Never mind. Make it up to me and drive. Now. Thank you."[/BLOCKQUOTE][/BLOCKQUOTE]  TAGGED: IANTO WORD COUNT: LOADS OUTFIT: SAME AS IN THE TEMPLATE ^^ COMMENTS: NOT THAT I SEE JOHN AS SOMEONE TO RUN, BUT HEEEY XP LOVIN' THIS THREAD TOO MUCH XP CREDITS: ALL MINE, 'CEPT LYRICS - THEY'RE KT TURNSTALL'S [/SIZE] |
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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 14, 2011 12:14:12 GMT -5
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Ianto could definitely deal with not being nosy, as long as he kept on reminding himself that he had been the one who had been so strenuous at getting the job he currently held. He was the one who had kept on begging and begging and begging Jack for a job with Torchwood Three, even pleading with him while they were in the process of catching the pterodactyl that ultimately made him worthy of Jack’s admiration. If the cost of all of that was a boss that didn’t feel the need to spill his guts out to everyone so be it. Ianto could try and respect that.
But it was hard to respect Jack as he sat in his car and thought about all of the things that John had just told him. It was wrong to expect an immortal man to remain faithful to someone for all eternity but all Ianto wanted was to know that Jack was going to remain faithful to him until Ianto’s demise. He didn’t think that that was too much to ask of Captain Jack. Sure, Ianto wasn’t aware of what their relationship status was exactly but they were as close to being a couple as they possibly could be.
This was too much to think about here in the parking lot of a bar. Ianto was going to drive home and sort things out there. He could write all of this down in his diary. That always helped him. God knew it had put so many things into perspective for him in the past. And, if Jack felt the need to read Ianto’s diary again, well that would just bring the issue up to the forefront, and they could talk about it together.
Speaking of Jack prying into his diary…Jack had looked into his very personal life and yet was never willing to part with anything from his own personal life. That respect for Jack that Ianto thought he owed his boss was becoming harder and harder to find, all thanks to John. Ianto was so lost in his own world that he barely registered the passenger car door opening and someone getting into the seat. It wasn’t until he felt a hand hit his back that he lifted up his head, ready to punch the lights out of whoever the intruder was.
His hands remained clutching the steering wheel, though, as he saw that it was just John. Either John was being really persistent in trying to get into Ianto’s pants tonight or something was up—something not good. The hurried words…The ‘thank you’ coming out of the Captain’s mouth…Yeah, something not good was up. Out of all of the days he could have chosen to come here, it had to be this night, and out of all of the days John’s wriststrap could have messed up, it had to be this night. Ianto didn’t think he was going to catch a break tonight.
Ianto glanced over to the front door of the bar, wanting to see what had caused all of this consternation in the usually stoic Captain John Hart. He spotted the group of bikers—big bikers—come out. They were clearly hunters look for their prey. If he could have, Ianto would have readily pushed John out of his car and forced him to go ahead and deal with his ‘friends.’ But John himself had already talked about how timelines could get messed up because of his being stuck here. Ianto was sure that those timelines would be messed up beyond repair if John died tonight. It was a pity because Ianto would have loved to have a first row seat to that show.
Instead, he found himself an accomplice to whatever silly, illegal thing John had decided to do to anger these bikers. He pulled out of the parking lot and took a left, heading in no particular direction. He just wanted to go home, not be stuck as John’s chauffeur to wherever the hell he wanted to go now. This night was not turning out as Ianto had planned. A calm evening out drinking was turning into a nightmare.
Ianto drove around in silence for awhile. ”Where do you want me to take you?” he finally inquired. He could have dropped John off any place his heart desired but the man was in his car and the night was already ruined. Ianto could at least put on the pretense of being polite to the man and drop him off wherever he needed to go. ”And I’m only doing this because of, you know, the timelines,” he added, wanting to make that very clear so John wouldn’t get the wrong idea.
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notes: Poor John! Clever idea of getting him into Ianto's car. <3
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Post by nyx on Feb 14, 2011 13:25:03 GMT -5
 Oh, Eye Candy wasn't so useless. He didn't stop and ask questions, for white John was...damn it...glad. It was rather embarrassing really, to be running from humans. But, in his defense, there were a lot of them. He could fight them, sure. Kill them all without hesitation. Except...well, he liked that bar. And he liked this jacket. Didn't want to get blood on it - or in his hair. Paler hair was always irritating when he came to cleaning out the blood. Why had he dyed it again?
Oh yeah, he'd gotten bored. Damn. Oh well.
"Huh?" he turned from where he had been looking out of the back window, half twisted in his seat, to look at Eye Candy. He had probably interupted a major brooding session, come to think of it, judging by how he had been sat when he'd thrown himself into the vehicle. But John really didn't care, quite simply. "Oh. Uh, don't care. Don't know. Where is there in this city? See, I only know the bars, and not much of them. Treat me like a tourist." He beamed at that, flopping back into his seat. Tourist. Fancy title, that. John enjoyed fleecing tourists.
He paused, cocking his head to the side. Uh... "Right. Timelines. Yeah, good plan." Would be bad to mention that messing with his timeline wouldn't exactly do anything. Well, if the little wiggles and twists around his own life he'd been creating when bored didn't work out, anyway. "Tell you what, wanna go out? C'mon, please? Lets go look around. Need someone to keep me in line after all..." He pursed his lips slightly, grinning brightly. It was a good idea. "Orr...we could go back to yous? Where are you staying?"
He could resist asking, really. Of course Eye Candy was most likely annoyed with him...but, judging from the brooding, also annoyed with Jack. John could work with that. And Eye Candy would enjoy it - John was good at what he was actually meant to do. Hey, it was all good. So he sat back, running his tongue over his lips, then stroked the car door lightly, his finger pads soft as they ran over it. Ohhh, nice car. Might steal it.
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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 14, 2011 15:36:13 GMT -5
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How wonderful…John didn’t know where he wanted to go or even what to do in London. Now, Ianto had been to London enough times in his life to act as an unofficial tour guide if he ever needed to be one but he had absolutely no intention of acting as one to John. It was one thing to be his get-away driver from a bunch of crazy bikers who wanted to beat him to death; it was another thing to spend the rest of the night taking him sightseeing. John was a big boy. He could show himself around. London wasn’t that big.
Ianto was going to let the man know all of that but before he could open his mouth John was almost begging Ianto to take him out. This was too weird but, in all honesty, John had a good point. Ianto couldn’t even imagine what would happen if he let John explore the city all on his own. And then that smart idea was almost ruined at John’s next suggestion. Ianto had planned ahead and booked a hotel room in the city just in case he had ended up having too much to drink and needed to sleep off a hangover before making the almost three-hour long drive back to Cardiff.
But John wasn’t going to see that hotel room, nor was he even going to know that it existed. Ianto decided to gloss over that question and focus on the idea that actually made sense. ”I can’t believe I’m actually agreeing to this,” he said, ”But you do need a babysitter for the night.” Ianto had been observant enough to note the way John had asked him ‘out.’ Hadn’t it almost been like asking someone out on a date? Was this going to be a date?...No…Not at all. Ianto was only doing this to help keep the good citizens of London safe. It had nothing to do with getting back at the perceived injustices that Jack may (or may not) be doing to him.
”Is there anything particular you want to do?” he asked, shooting a ‘besides the obvious’ look towards John before his eyes focused once more upon the road. And to think that he couldn’t tell anyone any of this. Retcon was sure looking good right about now. Then again, maybe it was nice to know that John could be kind of pleasant when he wanted to be.
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Post by nyx on Feb 14, 2011 16:07:48 GMT -5
He was looking over his shoulder out of the back window again. He did have to stop doing that - no use being paranoid. John had been in worse situations than the threat of being beaten to death for nicking a bike. Quite recently as well, if he thought about it. So he dragged his eyes away from the window, turning to settle more comfortably in his seat, looking at Eye Candy. Babysitter. Oh, he could deal with that. A night of being baby sat by Eye Candy - might actually give John a chance to drag his gaze away from trying to disrobe the other man and actually think. He did owe it to Jack. It was...horribly, his fault, that Jack's pretty friends had died. Not that he cared...but well, Jack cared. And John didn't like being blamed for deaths that weren't actually done by his hand.
"Oh, goodie! Never had fun on this planet before, honestly," he chattered, wriggling slightly to relax a little more, sinking into the happy-little-boy persona. He would be nice and charming to Eye Candy. Very sweet. "I dunno. Only been to bars around here, but I do that quite a bit. What else is there, besides bars, that's so fascinating about this planet? Never stayed her, y'know. In fact...Been on Earth for less than a day, in linear time. In my life. Funny that, ain't it?"
He laughed brightly, happy to tell Eye Candy that. He'd talk, freely, and chatter very sweetly. And he didn't actually have to tell him anything, because John was good at that. He was a conn man, after all. Talking, getting others to listen and wrapping his words around them was something he was good at. In fact, if he was being sweet...He moved quickly, patting the pockets of his jacket before running his hands down his skin tight jeans. "I even have money! I can pay, my treat. That's...a good thing, on this planet, right?"
Money nicked from a biker. Well, if they were after him. Plus, despite loving money, and hoarding it like mad, Earth currency was useless. There were so many different types, and it was nothing in universal credits, so he didn't care about spending it. Nicking it, then spending it. And hey, if it made Eye Candy nicer towards him...that was really good. Right? And being nice would remind him (again) that Ianto was not to be killed.
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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 14, 2011 16:53:55 GMT -5
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Well, great…Now, not only being a tour guide to the wonderful city of London, he was going to have to be a representative of sorts for the entire world! Ianto should be sleeping in his comfortable hotel bed right now (all alone, of course) but instead he found himself doing a service for mankind. He was partaking in his own personal mission without the help of Jack, Gwen, Owen, or Toshiko. And his friends could never even know that this little mission had occurred. He had first been the butler of Torchwood Three, and now here he was being the unofficial babysitter for them. Maybe next he’d be assigned—or, rather, assign himself—to leashing up the weevils and taking them out for walks. A small grin crossed Ianto’s face at that rather amusing thought.
And he was always rather amused at John’s ignorance of what human beings liked do on this planet. At least Jack had some sense of how to behave on Earth. ”Let’s see…There’s the cinema…live theatre…plenty of museums and galleries and department stores…sports, although no matches will be going on this late at night.” He hoped that he had just rattled off one possibility that might interest John, even if most of those possibilities were things that two men would never do alone together, with the exception of going to sports match, unless they were dating. For some odd reason, Ianto couldn’t shake off the feeling that John had cleverly roped him into all of this. But how could John have known that the angry bikers were going to come after him right after Ianto had left to go to his car?
Ianto managed to surprise himself by letting out his own small chuckle at John’s theatrics. ”Having money on this planet happens to be a very good thing. But I happen to have my own money as well and insist on paying for my half of whatever we do because this is not a date.” He hoped beyond all hope that John realized that. This wasn’t going to end with them going back to Ianto’s hotel room and having a night to remember. This was going to end with Ianto leaving John wherever they ended up at the end of the night and telling him to have a good life but never come back to Cardiff or the near vicinity ever again.
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notes: And not so funny if Jack ever read his diary again..."Why didn't you tell me John was back?! Blah...blah...blah"
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Post by nyx on Feb 15, 2011 4:40:29 GMT -5
John definitely did not end up bouncing on his seat. If he did, it was only a little bit, and really, seeing as he was playing the part of a happy little boy, hoping to get into Eye Candy’s pants after being nice, he felt he was allowed. Not being kicked out of the car was, after all, a good start. He’d thrown people out of ships before, and they were almost like cars, weren’t they? Well, apart from being cooler, able to fly, quieter, and not as smelly. But otherthan that, cars and the ships he was used to were pratically the same. Or at least related.
He blinked, looking out of the window for a moment, watching the people they drove past because he could definitely see what Jack liked about the place from that angle – so many different pretty shapes and forms. Delightful. But, of course, there were the buildings, and they…looked like buildings. Right. “Cinema? Oh, that’s like holographic projection, ain’t it? Well, a more…primative, holographic projection. You can’t interact with it, can you?” He nodded. In fact, John wasn’t that stupid when it came to Earth. He just didn’t give a damn, and had never given a damn, not until he’d figured out Jack had adopted this planet.
John wasn’t someone who adopted planets, especially not boring backwater ones like this one. Ok, sure, humans originated from Earth, so it was a pivotal point in his own history (which meant he couldn’t destroy it in case he accidently destroys himself in the future in a stinking paradox), but John hadn’t. He’d been born in a Space colony, and then pratically raised by the Time Agency. Planets were, to him, a place to gain pleasure from. Home wasn’t a word he bothered with, so he didn’t understand why Jack had made this place his. Yet he wanted to. Which was a rather odd, irritating feeling, if he was honest.
“Museums and Gallery’s…On Earth…No offense Eye Candy, but I’m seriously not interested in this planet’s past. Especially not this far back in the past. But sports?” He perked up at that. “What kind of sports?” Yet no matches. He scowled, wondering why Eye Candy had even mentioned them then, before deciding that he was simply a moron. A cute moron, but still a moron.
A date? He turned his head slightly, tipping it so when he looked at Ianto again he looked completely innocent. And even a bit surprised. “I never said such a thing. How come your thinking of it like that, Ianto?” He even purred the name again. Oh, playing with humans was fun, especially humans he could smell Jack all over.
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