Title: Silence
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Owen Harper, Toshiko Sato, Gwen Cooper
Warnings: Angst to begin with but eventually I'm hoping for Fluff
Summary: Jack loses his voice.
Author Notes: Yay for Sushi Chi's Challenges, they're keeping me rather busy. It was a toss up between Jack and Ianto having the problem in this one. I felt 1. Ianto has been through enough in my stories and 2. Jack needs the wake up call more.
Disclaimer: If the things that happened in my stories were true, a gorgeous Welsh man would have the worst possible luck with alien gadgets messing him up but he'd go home to a hunky American, so it isn't all bad…but I don't own them
Chapter 1 – "You Just Don't Listen!"
"You don't understand Jack, you just don't listen!"
"Come on Yan, I'm listening now, talk to me."
"That's not what I mean! I don't want to have to tell you to listen to me, I want you to listen because you want to listen."
"I do!"
"No you don't, it's all about you, Captain Jack Bloody Harkness!"
"You know that isn't true." Jack sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"No I don't. You don't listen to me and the only time you talk about anything it's either about Torchwood or the Doctor. I don't know anything about you and you know more about me than anyone. You'd know more if you listened and I'd know more if you told me about the important things." Ianto sighed, dropping into the chair behind him.
"Come on Ianto." Jack pleaded, putting a comforting hand on the younger man's shoulder. Ianto shrugged the hand away.
"Don't."
"Ianto…"
"Don't!"
The shouting seemed to go on forever. Eventually it ended with Ianto slamming Jack's office door and Jack sitting at his desk, trying to figure out how he could fix it. Jack felt horrible, he knew he shouldn't have let him go. He felt tears stinging at his eyes just thinking about the terrible fight. He wanted to drive to Ianto's flat and never let go of him but he knew that Ianto didn't want that so he stayed, waiting. He knew he wouldn't sleep. After an hour of dull paperwork he decided to go out to the kitchen and leave a note for the Welshman. He didn't know whether the younger man would talk to him otherwise. He walked out and turned to the sofa. He smiled at what he found. Ianto was lying asleep on the couch. The look on his face made Jack grimace. He could tell Ianto was having a nightmare. Ianto fidgeted in his sleep and frowned deeply. Jack walked over and draped a blanket over the younger man. He placed a soft kiss on his forehead, smirking when he watched Ianto's frown soften. He knew that Ianto wouldn't speak to him when he woke so he made the most of the short moment on the couch before moving back up to his office and back to the paperwork. He sat down and began work, noting early signs of a sore throat. He wasn't used to it, hadn't been sick in such a long time. He ignored it and continued writing his reports. The night drew on until Jack eventually dosed off at his desk.
