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Jack sat on the couch, alternating between watching the night outside the large windows, and keeping an eye on Ianto as he flitted around the flat, cleaning and straightening . He'd long given up trying to get the man to rest. Ianto hated disorder, and he hated having nothing to do. A cleaning frenzy was just the natural outcome of keeping the two things together in one room for any amount of time.
Oh sure, Jack had tried making the younger man nap earlier, but Ianto had only stayed in the bed long enough to formulate a plan of attack on his messy surroundings.
All Jack could do was sit back and watch him, keep a close ear on his vitals, and corral him when he started looking like he was getting dizzy. He had no qualms about using some of the drugs Owen had brought home if it got to that. At least for now Ianto was content to sit on the floor in front of the entertainment system, going through Owen’s extensive collection of ripped dvds, illegal music, and naturally, porn.
As if knowing Jack was focusing on him, Ianto paused, holding a finger between two dvd cases to keep his place.. "Jack? Why won't you tell me what happened? I know something happened. I can feel the tension rolling off of all of you."
Jack turned back to the window, carefully watching Ianto’s reflection in the glass.
"You're all uncomfortable if I go anywhere near your minds, Owen practically leaps across the room... Please? Jack please tell me what happened." Ianto hit him with the full force puppy eyes, powerful even reflected, and Jack felt his will waiver.
He shook his head sharply, turning back to his lover. "Ianto I'm sorry, but no. Owen thinks it for the best if the memories come back naturally, slowly. I know how you feel. I've lost memories in the past too, and I know what it feels like to want them back now. But I won't endanger your health, mental, or physical."
Ianto hissed though his teeth in frustration, throwing the dvds to the side. "Jack it's my memories! I want them back! I want to know what happened to me!" He shifted until he was kneeling in front of Jack, staring up at him. His fists were clenching and releasing against the sort carpet.
"I want to know why I woke up on the autopsy table with you hovering over me! I want to know why I'm in pain, I want to know why I'm dizzy. I want to know why I scare you. I deserve to know, Jack!"
Jack gave him a pained, helpless look. He felt like crying, felt the itch in the back of his throat. He couldn't stand to see anyone he cared about in pain. Especially when there was nothing he could do to make it better.
Ianto sighed and Jack tried not to flinch at the gentle presence against his mind that was Ianto reading his emotions. The presence retreated and Ianto pulled himself up, settling himself on Jack’s lap, knees bracing Jack’s thighs. He lent forward, winding his arms around Jack’s neck and bumping their foreheads softly.
"I'm sorry I shouldn't pressure you. You're trying to do the right thing."
Jack buried his face in Ianto's neck and hugged him tightly, desperately wishing he could fix this somehow. Wave a magic wand and take away all his pain and confusion and make everything better again. He knew what Ianto was going though. he'd been there. Hell, he was still there. He still couldn't remember two years of his life. But now...now with every fiber of his being he was praying to every god and goddess he’d ever heard of, that Ianto would never, ever remember what had happened. No matter how much it hurt to not know.
Jack pulled back and ran a hand over Ianto's face gently, noting the tiredness in his eyes, and the faint lines of pain. His nerve endings misfiring, the weevils still hurting him. "Come on. You've been cleaning for a while, you want to try sleeping again? I'll stay with you."
Ianto sighed, sliding off Jack’s lap. "Oh alright. I'll take another try." The two moved to the bed room, Jack grabbing a water bottle from the counter that Ianto had been nursing earlier. Ianto flipping through his docked ipod, settling on noises from the rainforest. They crawled on to the bed, on top of the sheets and curled up comfortably together. Jack laughed softly as Ianto nuzzled into his ribs, grumbling good naturedly about being sent to bed like a naughty child.
Oh sure, Jack had tried making the younger man nap earlier, but Ianto had only stayed in the bed long enough to formulate a plan of attack on his messy surroundings.
All Jack could do was sit back and watch him, keep a close ear on his vitals, and corral him when he started looking like he was getting dizzy. He had no qualms about using some of the drugs Owen had brought home if it got to that. At least for now Ianto was content to sit on the floor in front of the entertainment system, going through Owen’s extensive collection of ripped dvds, illegal music, and naturally, porn.
As if knowing Jack was focusing on him, Ianto paused, holding a finger between two dvd cases to keep his place.. "Jack? Why won't you tell me what happened? I know something happened. I can feel the tension rolling off of all of you."
Jack turned back to the window, carefully watching Ianto’s reflection in the glass.
"You're all uncomfortable if I go anywhere near your minds, Owen practically leaps across the room... Please? Jack please tell me what happened." Ianto hit him with the full force puppy eyes, powerful even reflected, and Jack felt his will waiver.
He shook his head sharply, turning back to his lover. "Ianto I'm sorry, but no. Owen thinks it for the best if the memories come back naturally, slowly. I know how you feel. I've lost memories in the past too, and I know what it feels like to want them back now. But I won't endanger your health, mental, or physical."
Ianto hissed though his teeth in frustration, throwing the dvds to the side. "Jack it's my memories! I want them back! I want to know what happened to me!" He shifted until he was kneeling in front of Jack, staring up at him. His fists were clenching and releasing against the sort carpet.
"I want to know why I woke up on the autopsy table with you hovering over me! I want to know why I'm in pain, I want to know why I'm dizzy. I want to know why I scare you. I deserve to know, Jack!"
Jack gave him a pained, helpless look. He felt like crying, felt the itch in the back of his throat. He couldn't stand to see anyone he cared about in pain. Especially when there was nothing he could do to make it better.
Ianto sighed and Jack tried not to flinch at the gentle presence against his mind that was Ianto reading his emotions. The presence retreated and Ianto pulled himself up, settling himself on Jack’s lap, knees bracing Jack’s thighs. He lent forward, winding his arms around Jack’s neck and bumping their foreheads softly.
"I'm sorry I shouldn't pressure you. You're trying to do the right thing."
Jack buried his face in Ianto's neck and hugged him tightly, desperately wishing he could fix this somehow. Wave a magic wand and take away all his pain and confusion and make everything better again. He knew what Ianto was going though. he'd been there. Hell, he was still there. He still couldn't remember two years of his life. But now...now with every fiber of his being he was praying to every god and goddess he’d ever heard of, that Ianto would never, ever remember what had happened. No matter how much it hurt to not know.
Jack pulled back and ran a hand over Ianto's face gently, noting the tiredness in his eyes, and the faint lines of pain. His nerve endings misfiring, the weevils still hurting him. "Come on. You've been cleaning for a while, you want to try sleeping again? I'll stay with you."
Ianto sighed, sliding off Jack’s lap. "Oh alright. I'll take another try." The two moved to the bed room, Jack grabbing a water bottle from the counter that Ianto had been nursing earlier. Ianto flipping through his docked ipod, settling on noises from the rainforest. They crawled on to the bed, on top of the sheets and curled up comfortably together. Jack laughed softly as Ianto nuzzled into his ribs, grumbling good naturedly about being sent to bed like a naughty child.
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Date: Friday, August 14th, 2009 09:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
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