Gwen: Out of all the shit we have seen, all the bloodshed, all the horror…You know what is worse than all that? I loved it.
Jack fired a warning shot besides the Welshman’s head. “Hands up. dont think I dont know what you are doing Mr. Jones” Jack growled anger in his eyes. He knew what the other was planning, he was Ianto afterall, and Jack knew all too well Ianto could get out of anything if he really wanted to.
“Here is how this is going to work. You are going to come back to the hub with us before you cause any more trouble. remove the vortex manipulator and tell us why you are here. You can either come quietly, or do things the hard way, and I dont mean the fun hard way” Jack gave a flirty grin, his mask falling for a moment to reveal just how much the sight before him bothered him. “so choose” He warned, his voice booming around the group in the ally, the teams guns at the ready, owen and tosh sporting tazers.
Azure eyes widened slightly as the bullet misses him by mere inches and imbeds itself into the garage door behind him. Jack… actually shot at him? The action is completely incomprehensible and for a long moment he can do nothing more than stare at the captain in front of him with disbelief apparent on his features.
Then he remembers this isn’t his Jack and the expression changes. Pale eyes darken with a hint of anger as Ianto registered the rest of the words aimed at him. “You’re not playing the game right, sir. I believe I stated that I would come with you willingly. You should try listening. And shooting at me was uncalled for. For that, I’m not removing the manipulator. That was a stipulation of the whole ‘coming along quietly’ part of our deal.”
Not even the playful flirting at the end of the Captain’s words can lessen his anger at this point. “You try to shoot me again, however, and we will have a problem, am I clear?” That said, he held up his hands in surrender. “I will warn you now. Don’t touch me. I can walk to the SUV just fine.” Sparing a look at Owen, he balanced on his left foot and poked the toe of his right into the side of the girl behind him. “You might want to clean this up.” It felt liberating to have another clean up after him for once.
Even if it was the body of a young woman.
|OOC:// Got a coke today and as I was throwing it away I realized it said 'Share a Coke with Mel'. Sorry I didn't share. :/|
BLASPHEMY. SHAME ON YOU.
/MEL IS A DISAPPOINTED TOUCAN
//Do I have to write a coke sharing ficlet to make up for it? If I do does it have to be with you or the toucan you?
Ianto-Jones-Diary turned 2 today!
Wow, I’ve been playing Ianto for two years! Doesn’t seem like it. Anyway, thank you to everyone following me, those I’ve roleplayed with, and those I talk to. You make being here so much fun!
All of you? Are awesome.
The team piled from the car, using it to keep the rift Ianto from running past them. “Freeze” Jack’s voice boomed around them, drawing his webley as he aimed it at his lovers look-a-like. “Hands where I can see them.” Jack ordered, his face in a mask showing he was not joking around. “Up against the wall, and drop the knife” He continued as the team slowly advanced, weapons drawn. Gwen and Owen flanked Jack while tosh hung back, monitoring the situation with what looked to be device to track rift data.
“You’re Ianto Jones right?” Jack asked, keeping a safe distance from the male until he complied. “How did you get to this timeline, you’re not meant to be here.” Jack questioned, wanting answers to why this evil Ianto was walking around in his city wearing his coat. It was then he noticed the Vortex manipulator on the welshmans wrist and it all clicked.
This Ianto had taken it from the other Jack in his own time and traveled here, but why. What was so wrong that Ianto had to resort from killing. He wasn’t like that. Ianto, his Ianto wasn’t like that. He knew nothing about this male before him other than the obvious from what he could see. He wanted to bring him in, lock him in the cages till he could get his answers.
Carefully, as to prevent ending up bullet ridden on the pavement, Ianto turns on the ball of his foot to face the approaching group. To his everlasting amusement, there was no sign of, well, himself. What would happen if he met himself since it had nothing to do with the time line and more to do with alternate reality? Now that was a thought that would be terrifying to think of if he wasn’t riding the endorphin release after a kill. He raised his hands slightly, showing they were empty but made no move towards the wall as commanded.
"I’d rather not. Now, Sir-" there’s a mocking, almost scolding, undertone to the formal title that he doesn’t try to hide. "-I’m curious to know what took you so long. I couldn’t have been that difficult to track down. And now…" he spared a knowing tilt of his head at the body behind his legs. "I’m afraid I had to pass the time waiting for you to show."
It’s easy to admit that it’s difficult to remember that this isn’t his Jack. Granted it’s a mirror image in almost every way… except one. Luckily it’s one that can keep him level and focused on his game. It’s those endless baby blue eyes. Though pretty, those eyes were not the eyes of his Jack. His Jack’s eyes were the gateway to eternal bliss. He could see everything and know exactly what Jack needed with just a glance. There was nothing his captain could hide from him.
But this Jack’s gaze held nothing but ice and contempt. No. This Jack didn’t even compare to his. Absently Ianto traced a finger along the navy coat he was draped in. He couldn’t go back.. all he could do was play the game.
"Yes. I’m Ianto Jones. And I can be wherever I wish to be. I believe you know how it’s possible." Folding his hands behind his back, he resumes the stance he’s seen Jack take numerous times before. Squared shoulders, unafraid of what could happen next. And he wasn’t afraid. Not anymore. It would be rather hypocritical to be afraid of death when he metaphorically carried the scythe himself.
"Now, this can be amenable or it can be brutal. I’ll go with you on the condition that you, nor anyone else, will attempt to remove any weapon or tech I have. Also, I will not be cuffed." He inclined his head in an almost playful manner. "If you’re really nice, then perhaps you’ll find out why I’m here and what my plan is." Already his fingers are at work typing in an escape route in the manipulator. He’d do as he said but if there was any sign of his conditions going south, he’d disappear before they could touch him.
"Hey— wait. Wait…” it wasn’t hard for a telepath, even a bastard half-breed one, to read beneath the cool, even tone to the pervasive disappointment beneath. And Ianto… no no. Not you, Ianto. Never you.
Mel chased. Maybe a bit unconsciously. Taking the Welshman’s hand, Mel threaded his fingers through the others. He didn’t move forward, not wanting to invade the other’s space in case the contact was unwanted; he wanted to give Ianto plenty of space to break it.
"Ianto. It’s not a matter of secrets." Mel’s voice was quiet; just a hair above a whisper. "It’s a matter of… you’re too important. You mean too much to me. I don’t want to hurt you. I’m afraid of hurting you. Can you understand that… ?”
Mels’ heart was practically pounding with the force of all the words he wanted to say. Should say. Couldn’t say. Saying could mean something potentially devastating. To all of them. For Ianto.
"Whether you realize it or not. You have something so good here…" Mel went quiet for a brief second. " …I’m in the way.”
Turning back to his desk, Mel suddenly started making to gather things in a hurry, fervently shoving his laptop and a few notebooks into his bag, fumbling and patting his pockets for his cell phone…
"Shouldn’t have said that… I need to go." he muttered to himself, and then louder barked, ‘Damn!" when he couldn’t find his phone right away…
Dark brows furrow in slight confusion at the words coming from Mel while Ianto stares at the fingers interlocked with his. If it wasn’t about secrets then what was it? What would be so damning that it was better to hide it? What could possibly hurt him? Nothing came to mind. And he, more than any, would know what keeping something inside could do. How the emotional strain could damage a person to the point of breaking. Why let Mel deal with whatever was tormenting him if the Welshman could help?
Barely has his lips parted to speak when the hand is yanked from him and Mel is frantically trying to escape from him as though the world were ending. It takes him a second to comprehend the words accompanying the rush.
I’m in the way.
His gaze narrows as Mel frantically tries to get away and his hand reaches out once more to catch on the elbow to halt him from the quick gathering of gear. “You are never in the way.” He hisses out through clenched teeth as he shifts to keep eye-contact with Mel to emphasize his point. “I’ve felt that way before, that I was nothing but in the way, yet no matter what you believe, you’re wrong. As for your truth… I can make my own choices. Nothing you could say would hurt me to the point of breaking. You could tell me you despised me and, granted it would hurt for a bit, but that would be your choice and I’d accept it. I’d respect it.”
After those words, Ianto falls into a moment of silence and slowly releases the grip he has; unsure if Mel would still try to escape or not. His fingers reach for the phone resting behind a mug of coffee and he holds it out as a peace offering.
"But I’m not going to ask again and I don’t need you to tell me. Just… never think you have to hide something because I can’t handle it. Never think you’ll break me, Mel. Because you can’t. And never run from me. I’ve had enough people running from me in my life. Please, don’t be one of them."
But first I’m gonna fangirl under the cut.