Created for the tw100 LJ community challenge #241.5, "belated"
Thanks to my beta who keeps me grammar sane: tardisjournal
Jack/Ianto
Jack's heart pounded, adrenaline rushed through his veins, and muscles burned as he ran toward Ianto, mouth open in a silent scream.
He was too late.
Letting himself in quietly, he found Ianto in his kitchen, sharp end of a knife pointing toward his stomach. Before he could even utter a word, Ianto pressed it in.
No!
Vision blurring, his arms enveloped Ianto.
But instead of holding a limp body, Ianto looked up with an upturned eyebrow.
"Jack?"
"But…" Jack touched the unmarred skin in confusion.
Ianto pressed on the blade, it retreated into the handle.
"Prop for Mica's play."