http://mrcoffeejones.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] mrcoffeejones.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fracturedrp2010-10-17 12:36 pm

Naked and Confused

Ianto had been led into the dingy apartment of that Jack who recovered him when he was left to just four legs, a cold wet nose and a yellow fur coat. He's laying there in the bed of the other man with nothing on. He stirs in his sleep, it feels right the cotton sheets on his bare flesh.

Ianto is slow to wake-up, he yawns as he stares at the ceiling. "Ugh.." He mumbles to himself, and he turns his head to look around the room. His eyes settle on the discarded gray greatcoat on a chair. "How did I?" He tries to think how he ended up naked in the bed of a Jack.

[identity profile] impossible-jack.livejournal.com 2010-10-23 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
"No. This is nothing typical of Time Lords. Not my matter though. You have your own team and Jack to sort it all out." Jack rubs his temple. It is logical that the Rift could be like an artery and that the rest of the cracks were stem from it. But to blame the Doctor? No. The Doctor should be blamed for for a lot of things. Not being there when the 456 arrived for starters, but causing what ever this multidimensional 'bleeding' is. The immortal doubts it.

The Welshman is possibly right what they are experiencing may have nothing to do with the Rift at all an everything to do with the universe being in a fragile state and it's walls are becoming brittle and are starting to crack. If that's the case then they're work is really going to be cut out for them. I might be fun.

The captain 'Tsks' amused. "That's too bad. I think you might just be right about that. Who wouldn't want to be on the bottom of a pile of men? Well besides possibly Owen..." The captain raises an eyebrow and looks at the younger man seriously for a moment. "There would be /absolutely/ no camping what so ever." The immortal tilts his head and smiles at Ianto "Keep me out of trouble, make a serious cup of coffee, and look hot in a suit...and out of one, just to name a few."

Jack catches himself about to make a comment more than likely to the effect of 'he'd like to see him out of the suit all the time.' but holds his tongue. The whispering voice in the back of his mind still proclaiming 'not his not his'. The nagging reminder that no matter how much he wants it to be true, this Ianto is not /his/ Ianto. Jack nods, "Yes it does. and lets not chance that we'll make sure that doesn't happen."

Why does everyone find it so shocking that in fact /yes/ Jack can make coffee. It's not like its all that difficult. especially on this machine. You just measure the coffee in to the filter add water and press start. The coffee starts brewing and then they started drinking it. He scoff is mock anger. "Yes.. I can make coffee. You're right about them knowing you're voice but I think they might be monitoring your location." Jack Chuckles softly and shakes his head gently. "No I haven't burned the place down.....yet. If you'd feel more comfortable handling it then go right a head."

[identity profile] impossible-jack.livejournal.com 2010-10-23 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"True. This may just be unresolvable. Time travel has always been a tricky thing." If the conditions there are as busy as Jack thinks they might be then the level of distraction might just be what he needs. Besides, who wouldn't want /another/ man who can't die on their side? It would be like having a second ace in the hole.


"True you could do all those things in the Hub, but finding someplace...new...to.."Jack swallows the lump starting to form in his throat. As nice as taking a trip across America with this Ianto sounds he still isn't /his/. His will /never/ get to go on a trip with the captain. His lover is gone, they never got to do any of the things that 'couples' do. Especially, since Jack so adamantly proclaimed his hatred for that particular word.

With a furrowed brow he looks back at the Welshman. "I just struggling against some conflicting emotions. I don't want to make you uneasy."

The captain nods and shifts himself so he can stand. He picks up the two mugs from the table and heads into the kitchen to rinse them out and start a new pot. "My phone is in my coat pocket. I'll get the coffee. Good thing you finally found one smart enough it won't let Owen mess it up. I swear that he got some sort of sick pleasure from messing with the old one."

[identity profile] impossible-jack.livejournal.com 2010-10-24 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
Thin layers. The parallel universes stacked like old cloth, frayed and tattered worn thinner than any of them ever imagined, and apparently bleeding through worse than they could have known. Not exactly something they teach you at the Time Agency. They'll have to make this up as they go along. Hopefully, the decisions they make won't effect the long term out come. If repairing some of the crack just causes more to open then they may find themselves like little boys with their fingers on the cracks in the dam. The efforts may, in the end prove to be futile. Preparing for the chance that the walls between the worlds may crumble might be an option they should consider. And something that the captain may take up with the other Jack when he finally does go to New York.

If he does go. Going to that New York would leave /his/ Cardiff open and vulnerable. Something that it honestly hasn't really been in all the years that the immortal his lived here. He's always been here to help protect it. There couldn't be too much harm in leaving it for a little while. Just to get away. Like a well earned vacation. A chance to start over and catch his breath.

There couldn't be too much harm in that could there?

Besides if the walls between the worlds are as worn as they seem then it shouldn't be too difficult to travel back and forth.

Right?

Jack smiles a bit at the younger man. "I hear Seattle is similar to Cardiff." He chuckles and rolls his eyes. "You would. I'm sure you have a lot to say to those self proclaimed coffee gods."

"I know. I..tend to forget you've been in a similar situation. I all but blocked those memories out. We were different men back then. Things like this are never easy." Sometimes Harkness you can be an insensitive self-centered asshole. How could you honestly forget the suffering he went through? Ianto was so blinded by his love that he nearly got everyone killed clinging to his hope.

The off chance that either man could be trapped in a world that isn't their own /finally/ catches up with the captain as he finishes preparing the pot to brew fresh coffee. What if they can't get back? In either direction. Jack isn't entirely sure he could leave his world exposed like that. He couldn't even stay gone after Ianto's death. He was drawn back here by his duty.

He's pulled from his thoughts by the Welshman's voice coming from his bedroom. He's right. He's always right. Jack should take better care of his coat. Especially /that/ coat. The replacement for the one destroyed in the Hub explosion. Hand picked by his lover. It's not his original coat, but it's far more valuable, and lately Jack has just been carelessly tossing it aside.

Tired, depressed and lonely he hardly cared about his appearance or if the coat was cared for properly. He just flung aside it letting it land where ever it fell, so use to the Welshman picking up after him, taking it to the cleaners, hanging it in it's proper place. Jack couldn't bring himself to do those things on his own. They weren't his job. They were Ianto's

"You're right. I need to do that. I need to pull my head out of my ass and do a lot of things." He calls back as he rinses the mugs and waits for the pot to finish brewing. "Oh I bet you did. Thankfully, I never made him angry enough to switch me to decaff. He did threaten to cut off my coffee supply once. It was some silly argument though and I made it up to him. I was always good about making things up to him."

OOC: Sorry I've been so slow. Been a bit busy. :]

[identity profile] impossible-jack.livejournal.com 2010-10-25 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh? Will I now?. I've heard it's some of the best there is." Ianto would know. No one would know better than him what he would like. Some times Jack wondered if the Welshman didn't know him better than even he knew himself. He busies himself in the kitchen pouring them each a fresh cup of coffee and setting them on the counter, while he wipes the the opposite counter. Tidying up because to be honest the place is a disaster.

"Might be worth looking into. Might make a nice home away from home. Close enough to Cardiff to keep me comfortable." He'll think about it. Might really be worth checking into. He could use a change of sorts, Cardiff has been home for nearly a century and a half. It probably wouldn't kill him to try someplace new.

He pockets the phone and offers a small smile "It would seem they're right. I'm sorry..for not understanding that before. And I wasn't him, but I was I'd be sorry too. I appreciate you being so understand where I really wasn't." There it is again the crack in his voice and the bit of composure he had a fleeting grasp of starts to dissolve. "He did. He said he had a hell of a time finding just the /right/ one. I really did..like I was missing something important."

Always taking care of him. The immortal should try harder to do these things himself. It just doesn't feel right. Watching this Ianto hang his coat feels right. The way the Welshman's hand sweeps over it so carefully to be sure it's straight and neat. The coat almost treated as though it was part of the captain. As though without it he'd be incomplete. Maybe in someways Jack Harkness isn't really anyone without his 'cape' as the Welshman so fondly calls it.

"Sure. We should best get back before the winter gets too bad." He nods and continues cleaning up the counters in the tiny kitchen. Then tosses the rag in the sink and picks up his coffee mug to take a drink. "When ever you're ready."