Same Ianto, Different Jack
Chapter 2
by Gracefultree
A/N: Wow! 20 reviews in two days! What a response! I'm overwhelmed with how many people want to read more of this story I thought of as a one-shot with potential. Thank you so much! Your support has encouraged me to write more, and think about an overarching plot. This will be a short chapter to introduce the next few chapters (I have the concept planned for the next 5... you'll understand when you read this chapter) and to let all of you know that I will be continuing. I can't wait to see where this story takes us.
Enjoy!
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Ianto loved Jack Harkness with a ferocity that terrified the shit out of him on the rare occasions he actually bothered to think about it. And those occasions were rare. Five times in a year and a half, to be precise. Five times since they met, though they'd been sleeping together for most of that time, an occurrence which usually prompted people to think about feelings. Ianto wasn't the usual person, and he spent most of his life suppressing his feelings, pretending they didn't exist, and avoiding thinking about them, so it was no surprise that he didn't spend much time analyzing his relationship with the enigmatic and dashing captain.
As he stood in an alternate universe being kissed by a New Jack Harkness, Ianto couldn't help but think about it again. This New Jack, as Ianto forced himself to think about him, kissed with a desperation and loneliness that His Jack hadn't felt in months. Not since he returned from his travels with the Doctor, broken and barely holding on, dealing with a psychotic ex that was trying to cause havoc when all he wanted to do was hide away with Ianto for as long as possible.
(Ianto had suspected, at the time, and come to believe later, that Jack returned for him, not the team. Despite Owen's pejorative 'part-time shag' comment, Ianto thought he understood his importance in Jack's life, and that Jack would leave off traveling with the Doctor, the man Jack had spent over a hundred years waiting for, just to look Ianto in the eyes and say he came back for him? Well, there was something there.)
Jack needed him, for whatever reason, and he was going to do everything he could to help and support him, if it was the last thing he did.
But New Jack was still Jack, even if he wasn't His Jack, so Ianto kissed him back and tried to give him what he could as his mind worked overtime to analyze his feelings and the situation. He knew he needed to. It wasn't every day that one was confronted with the doppelganger of one's lover, in an alternate universe where they had never met. Nor was it every day that said doppelganger was just as attracted to one as the lover in question. Ianto had to figure out what to do, and he had to figure it out fast. New Jack's hands were already undoing the buttons of his borrowed shirt.