Hi, this is what cames to my mind yesterday. I was watching a Fanvid : Breath in Breath out by cleo22121 on youtube ( you should watch it;) ). Hope you will like it. I don't know how many chapter there will be. Sorry again if there are mistakes I'm French ^^'
Reviews are more than welcome, please tell me what you think about it and if you like Janto I wrote an other story wich is a couple of one shots before, during, after or about the episods of the TV Show, it is named Janto's stories.
Right, I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. xx
Jack Harkness was sitting at the bar. The week had been difficult, being on set most of the days. He loved filming really he did but sometimes it felt like he was out of the real world. Like being stuck in a bubble, kept in, apart from the other side where people lived, lived a real lives with partners, children, family. Lives full of love and normality.
He loved his life, it was what he had work so hard for but sometimes he wished he wasn't being seen as the big flirt, the guy who just couldn't settle down for a week, the arrogant prat. Yes he had fame and money but what he wanted, really wanted, was people to realise that he was more than a pretty face who didn't care about art. He wished he could just walk in a pub in the middle of London without causing a riot. He wasn't about to lie, it was thrilling to know that people loved you, admired you. But sometime he feared that nobody could see what was behind the mask, the real him. And in the darkest place, he thought that maybe he was going to lose himself for this figure.
Maybe this little pub, lost in the big city of Cardiff was his little peace of heaven. A place where ear-splitting screams wouldn't be keeping him from hearing his own thoughts. He loved being here, nobody knew him here, well nobody knew the famous him. Here he was just Jack, a random bloke sitting in the corner, drinking whiskey. He just had to wear casual cloths and avoid the paps all the way to the bar and he would be this normal guy he was before. The light was low here nobody had recognised him yet.
This pub was a small one, many would think it was an insignifiant bar were losers would hang out. But actually there were something in the atmosphere that emitted here, something that made you comfortable. The only thing remarkable was a black grand piano throning at the centre of the room. It was old but magnificent in its own way. A very few people were having a drink now, some girls gossiping and blokes talking about what sounded like rugby.
The sound of the piano's keys cut Jack from his moody thoughts. He didn't knew this melody but he thought it was beautiful.
His head snapped toward the player when he heard a male's voice starting to sing.
"Let me hold you
For the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
But you broke me
Now I can't feel anything
When I love you,
It's so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking,
It's the voice of someone else"
A young man was sitting there, eyes closed. His voice was low almost… shy.
"Oh it tears me up
I try to hold on, but it hurts too much
I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay"
Jack could hear pain in his voice, as if he was singing it for someone that had hurt him. But his voice was beautiful.
"You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real
Oh the truth hurts
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before"
His voice was becoming more powerful, his eyes still closed, forgetting the out side world and concentrating on music, only music. The pub was quiet, every eyes turned on him.
"Oh what are we doing
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us
Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train when we both know it's too late
Oh it tears me up
I try to hold on, but it hurts too much
I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay"
Jack couldn't tear his eyes from him, not only did he have an amazing voice but he was also so beautiful. He was dying to see his eyes, to know his name.
"You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell something that ain't real
Well the truth hurts,
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before
But we're running through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train
When we both know it's too late (too late)"
Every word leaving his mouth was more powerful than the former.
"You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real
Well truth hurts,
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before"
He was clearly loosing himself to the music, all that seems to matter was singing, getting those words out of his chest, out of his heart.
Then, in a whisper, he sang the two last sentences.
"Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last chance to feel again"
He slowly opened his eyes, deep blue watering eyes looking at the room where loud claps broke the silence. Jack's own eyes were filling with unshed tears. He turned towards the barmaid.
"Who is he ?" He asked, his voice hoarse.
" His name is Ianto, he comes here almost every night. He was here before me, I think he knows the owner. A great guy. He is handsome isn't he ?" The barmaid replied a genuine grin on his face.
"Yeah" Jack replied absently as his gaze followed Ianto throughout the pub.
The young man leaned against a metallic pillar. He was wearing a red jersey, black tight jeans and black Rangers. Not really the type who play piano but he did look handsome. 'Red is definitely his colour' Jack thought. He spotted a taller man standing next to Ianto, they seemed to know each other quite well as they hugged tightly.
"Are you wondering if they are together ?" Asked the barmaid with a playfully tone.
"Are they ?" Jack replied, dryly.
" Nope. Marc is Ianto's best friend. Wherever Ianto is, Marc is not far, and vice versa." He answered.
" You seem to no them well" Jack chuckled.
" They are here every night as I told you." The barmaid smiled.
" Okay, er… what is your name ?"
" Scott"
"Okay, Scott, do you know what they usually drink ?" Jack asked, a charming smile on his face.
" Beers, they are Welsh after all" Scott smiled.
" Right, get them a beer will you ? Thanks"
A few minutes later, Scott came back and from the other side of the room, Ianto raised his glass to Jack. Nodding thankfully. Jack smiled and raised his own glass back.
He only had to wait a little more before Marc dragged Ianto to him.
" Thanks for the drinks" he said with a high pitched Welsh accent.
" You're welcome" Jack smiled.
" I'm Marc, and this is Ianto. Ianto Jones. And you are ?" March said.
" Jack" the actor smiled not leaving Ianto's eyes once.
Biting his lips,"Hi" Ianto said, with a little smile.
The three man started to talk and Jack flirted with Ianto none too subtly.
"Right, sorry mates I have to go home. Jack, it's been a pleasure, thanks for the drinks." Marc said, getting up and shaking Jack's hand.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do. And then again I wouldn't do anything you two do anyway" he laughed and walked to the door. Ianto watched him and sword under his breath. Then he turned to Jack.
"Sorry about that he can be such a twat" he chuckled a little embarrassed.
" I heard you sing, it was quite impressive" Jack said.
" Yeah?"
" Yeah ! And your skills at piano are too" Jack replied a cheeky smile on his face.
" Flattery will get you nowhere" Ianto smiled, in a flirtatious tone.
" Really ?" Jack leaned closer, eyes gazing to Ianto's lips.
" Yeah…" he replied absently
" Can't blame a man for trying, can you ?" Jack leaned even closer, his lips a inch from Ianto's.
Alcohol bas affecting both of their bodies.
" I suppose" the Welshman smiled.
" You know it´s getting late" Jack smiled, drawing back a little.
" Well maybe we should make the most of it then" Ianto replied in a husky voice before grabbing Jack's face and kissing him hard on the lips.
Jack throw a ticket on the bar to pay the drinks and let Ianto dragged him out of the pub. The young man slammed him into a little alleyway's dirty wall, covering his body with his own. They kept on kissing for a few minutes before drawing back, catching their breath and chuckling.
" Wanna go back to mine, maybe I could show you the extent of my skills" Ianto said with a husky voice, trailing kisses down Jack's neck, biting gently in the pulse point.
" Why not ? Love a man with many competences" Jack laughed.
Ianto chuckled in response and took his hand to lead him to what seemed to becoming an incredible night.
