Job Prospect Ch 12
TWTWTW
Ianto looked at Jack's bunk. "Mmm, your bed isn't very big, is it?" he said with a smile.
"Er, no," He looked at the end of the room. "But I do have a couch."
"Come back to my room. Then."
Jack took Ianto's hand, pulling him into his arms. "Not feeling adventurous then?" Jack had a wicked grin on his face.
Ianto smiled a little. "I wouldn't be able to relax on it."
"The guest quarter it is then," Jack said, moving toward the ladder. "You first, I wanna see that great arse going up the ladder."
Ianto chuckled, climbing up the ladder in front of him.
"Wow, what a view!" Jack said, following after Ianto.
Ianto laughed again going down ahead of jack and walking in to his room
Jack closed the door behind them, leaning against it. Now he was here, his heart was pounding like a drum. He'd never been so nervous.
Ianto was the same, but they wernt going to be doing anything tonight, were they?
The men began to undress, each watching the other. They kept their boxers and t shirts on, as they got into bed.
Jack wrapped his arms around the young Welshman, kissing the top of his head. "Pleasant dreams."
Ianto took a deep breath, closing his eyes. He slept well that night.
Jack awoke early the next morning. He had his back to Ianto, who was cuddled up close to him, his arm across Jack's chest. The older man smiled, bringing the hand to his lips and kissing it.
Ianto didn't wake content to sleep with the man he loved.
Jack lay there for another hour and quietly moved away from the sleeping man beside him, put on his trousers and went back up to his office. A million things were going round in his mind...this had to be perfect, was the main one. Sitting at his desk, Jack opened his top drawer, took out a tin box and placed it on his desk. Taking off the lid, he took out a handful of old, black and white photos. He thumbed through them, stopping at one in particular. It was a handsome young man, dressed in a tuxedo. He was the spitting image of Ianto Jones.
Ianto woke up, reaching out and feeling Jack beside him. He got up and walked out going up to the main hub, looking up to the office seeing him sitting at his desk.
Jack was still looking at the photo and didn't hear or see Ianto enter his office.
"Who is that?" Ianto looked down at the photo of the man, a spitting image of himself.
Jack jumped, trying to hide the photo. "Er, no one." He tried to put it away but changed his mind. "Alex Parker. This was taken in 1921." Jack smiled. "You remind me of him."
Ianto took the photo looking at it. "Is this why you like me?"
Jack took the photo back and put it in his top drawer. "No! Why would you think that? I haven't looked at this since he died in 1974, at the age of 73."
"What was he to you, Jack?"
Jack looked directly at Ianto. "I won't lie to you. He was my lover. We were together for almost 20 years," Jack smiled, remembering. "I never saw him again after he moved away." He looked away. "Not until he contacted me 33 years later because he was dying of cancer."
"So I do remind you of him!" he shook his head.
"I haven't looked at this picture since 1974. I love you for you, not because of an old lover you may resemble."
"You don't need to look at a picture, to remember someone. Tell me when you first saw me, you didn't think of him."
"I...you're different from Alex. I love you for you, not because I loved him first."
"Answer my question, Jack!"
"Yes! Okay! Yes, I thought of him. I thought you were him...I wanted him!"
Ianto shook his head. "I knew there was a catch to this. I should of known," he walked past Jack and out the door.
"Ianto, wait...I admit I thought of Alex, but I fell in love with Ianto Jones. You are nothing like him, apart from your looks. He could be cruel and defiant." He walked towards the younger man. "Please, talk to me."
"You loved him for twenty years, you don't get over something like that. I'm the spitting image of the guy you want. What you had back then."
Jack closed his eyes, fighting back the tears. "Please, let me explain..."
"No!" Ianto had fought against his better judgements, knowing he would get hurt, but he still went for it. Not wanting to see or hear Jack anymore, he walked down to his room, shutting and locking the door.
Jack followed him, banging on the locked door. "Please, open the door. Ianto!"
Ianto sat with his head in his hands. Sitting up ten minutes later, he text Rhi, telling her that he would be coming to stay, then he got dressed.
After fifteen minutes of waiting outside the guest room, Jack went back up into the Hub. He pushed the lockdown button. The lights went out and then came back on with the starting up of the standby generator. Then he sat on the couch and waited.
Ianto growled, as he heard and saw the lock down taking effect. He wasn't going to be played, so he lay on the bed, closing his eyes.
Jack's wait was in vain. Ianto didn't appear. He wasn't like Alex at all. He would have been in Jack's face, demanding to be let out. "Oh, Ianto Jones, I do love you."
Ianto had no idea how long he lay there, waiting for Jack.
Jack curled up on the couch, falling into an uneasy sleep. His mind played tricks on him, as he dreamt...
'You tricked me! All this time, it was him you wanted, not me! I hate you, Jack Harkness and I never want to see or hear from you again!' Ianto said as he backed out of the cog door. 'Don't even think about following me, or trying to find me, ever. I'll call the police!' Jack just stood there, watching him go. He began to move through the cog door, halting hear the lift, watching the young Welshman. 'Stay the hell away from me, you freak! You freak!...You freak!...you...'
Jack woke with a start, tears running down his face. Through water filled eyes, he saw a shape coming towards him. "Ianto?"
"No, its Tosh. I've only just managed to get in because of the lock down. What happened, Jack?"
Jack just shook his head.
"Jack, where's Ianto?"
"I've blown it! He hates me!"
"I don't understand.
"Jack tried to explain. "When I first met Ianto, he reminded me of my lover, Alex. Ianto saw me looking at a photo of him, and well..."
"Jack you are such an idiot! He loves you!"
"Loved...not any more."
"You need to go and find him, Jack. You can't give up on him, what would that be showing him?"
"He locked me out, Tosh. He doesn't want to see me. I am so stupid. What was I thinking, keeping that photo for all these years!"
"He isn't here, Jack. You and I are the only ones here."
Jack's head came up. "How do you know that? He was in the guest room!"
"I checked on the heat monitor. You and I are the only humans in here."
"Then where is he and how did he get out?"
Tosh just shook her head and went to her workstation.
