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songspinnerTitle: Pauses (1/2)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys
Disclaimer: The BBC owns Doctor Who and Torchwood. I'm just dabbling.
Summary: In between Day Two and Three, our heroes have to go to ground, and Ianto's not quite finished with what he began...a fill-in piece for what happened before Day Three. **SPOILERS FOR CHILDREN OF EARTH**
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"Furthest safehouse out, Ianto? The one that isn't on the books?" Gwen asks the question softly from the front seat. She's driving as fast as she can away from the quarry, staying hidden down the back roads.
"That'd work, yeah, for now." Taking the blanket Rhys hands him, Ianto shakes out folds of blue material. "Take the back roads up and I'll tell you where to turn. We should be able to stay there for at least six hours before we have to move again."
His grateful eyes takes in the sight of Jack's own red-rimmed gaze, framed in dirt and cement dust and slowly fading bruises. He lets his hands feel the soft texture of the blanket he is carefully tucking around those tense shoulders; it is an odd contrast to the stiffness of drying patches of blood that are now unconnected to any visible injury.
When Jack's eyes dart around the interior of the small car and then suddenly close again tightly, Ianto's brain makes the connection and he moves before he could voice it. The younger man reaches out and triggers the manual control for the little car's window nearest Jack, letting the cold, damp air hit their faces.
With a little gasp of relieved breath at not being completely sealed into anything, Jack leans his dusty head back on the seat. "Ianto..."
"I know. Sorry. Better?"
"Thanks. How did you...mmm. You know everything."
"Yup."
"You found me." There are layers of meaning in Jack's voice just then as varied than the rock strata in the quarry they just fled.
"That we did." Ianto reaches out and rests his hand gently on Jack's, knowing from past experience with Jack's deaths to be careful. "Are you in pain? What's still healing?"
"Lots of things." The Captain's voice is rough and still wheezing a little, so Ianto grabs a bottle of water from one of the packs. He lets Jack drink, only pulling it back once to wordlessly remind him to slow down.
"Jack, is there anything I can do to help, now, I mean?"
"Get all this off me."
"Do you want me to find something to get the dust off?"
"No, the chains, please..."
Ianto straightens against the seat, realization kicking in again through the fog of exhaustion, images of soothing this man through nightmares suddenly at the forefront of memory. "God, I'm sorry...I didn't....hang on, let me...I think the lock picks survived everything."
He pulls the little set out of one of the inside pockets of his jacket.
"This shouldn't take long, Jack. Those are mere UNIT equipment, after all." There is a weary accomplishment in feeling the older man's face crease into a smile against his shoulder, as well as hearing a giggle from Gwen in the front seat. "And then some more water for you, I think."
He bends over Jack's manacled wrists to work at the locks. They'd need to get to the safehouse to go to ground for a bit and figure out who's doing this, and remind Gwen where to drive in a few minutes, but right now, he needs to do one last thing to free his Captain.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys
Disclaimer: The BBC owns Doctor Who and Torchwood. I'm just dabbling.
Summary: In between Day Two and Three, our heroes have to go to ground, and Ianto's not quite finished with what he began...a fill-in piece for what happened before Day Three. **SPOILERS FOR CHILDREN OF EARTH**
***
"Furthest safehouse out, Ianto? The one that isn't on the books?" Gwen asks the question softly from the front seat. She's driving as fast as she can away from the quarry, staying hidden down the back roads.
"That'd work, yeah, for now." Taking the blanket Rhys hands him, Ianto shakes out folds of blue material. "Take the back roads up and I'll tell you where to turn. We should be able to stay there for at least six hours before we have to move again."
His grateful eyes takes in the sight of Jack's own red-rimmed gaze, framed in dirt and cement dust and slowly fading bruises. He lets his hands feel the soft texture of the blanket he is carefully tucking around those tense shoulders; it is an odd contrast to the stiffness of drying patches of blood that are now unconnected to any visible injury.
When Jack's eyes dart around the interior of the small car and then suddenly close again tightly, Ianto's brain makes the connection and he moves before he could voice it. The younger man reaches out and triggers the manual control for the little car's window nearest Jack, letting the cold, damp air hit their faces.
With a little gasp of relieved breath at not being completely sealed into anything, Jack leans his dusty head back on the seat. "Ianto..."
"I know. Sorry. Better?"
"Thanks. How did you...mmm. You know everything."
"Yup."
"You found me." There are layers of meaning in Jack's voice just then as varied than the rock strata in the quarry they just fled.
"That we did." Ianto reaches out and rests his hand gently on Jack's, knowing from past experience with Jack's deaths to be careful. "Are you in pain? What's still healing?"
"Lots of things." The Captain's voice is rough and still wheezing a little, so Ianto grabs a bottle of water from one of the packs. He lets Jack drink, only pulling it back once to wordlessly remind him to slow down.
"Jack, is there anything I can do to help, now, I mean?"
"Get all this off me."
"Do you want me to find something to get the dust off?"
"No, the chains, please..."
Ianto straightens against the seat, realization kicking in again through the fog of exhaustion, images of soothing this man through nightmares suddenly at the forefront of memory. "God, I'm sorry...I didn't....hang on, let me...I think the lock picks survived everything."
He pulls the little set out of one of the inside pockets of his jacket.
"This shouldn't take long, Jack. Those are mere UNIT equipment, after all." There is a weary accomplishment in feeling the older man's face crease into a smile against his shoulder, as well as hearing a giggle from Gwen in the front seat. "And then some more water for you, I think."
He bends over Jack's manacled wrists to work at the locks. They'd need to get to the safehouse to go to ground for a bit and figure out who's doing this, and remind Gwen where to drive in a few minutes, but right now, he needs to do one last thing to free his Captain.
