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dru_evilistaJack rolled over on to his back, eyes still firmly closed, as he sensed Ianto's Dog coming up to stand over them. Maybe if he ignored him…. The straw was surprisingly comfortable and Ianto was warm against his side.
The spirit guide let out an annoyed chuff, and Jack heard a distinctly wet thud next to his ear.
Intrigued, Jack cracked opened one eye, only to be met with the lifeless gaze of a small white rabbit.
Jack yelped, flying back, climbing over Ianto in his haste, until he was pressed against his own crypt.
"What?! What?!" Ianto cried, waking up, looking around wildly, and clutching on to Jack's arm.
Jack stared in confused, only half awake disbelief as the dog rolled his eyes, then turned and wagged his tail at Ianto, nudging at the rabbit he'd just dropped on Jack's pillow.
A questioning 'mrowr' was the only warning Jack received before a small pile of fish landed in his lap.
He jumped again, glaring up at the smug swamp lion perched on top of the crypt, one fish still clutched in an upraised tentacle. The lion paused for the barest moment, then dropped the last fish directly onto Jack's nose.
Ianto grinned and patted the straw next to him. The lion immediately jumped down to nuzzle the young man affectionately. Ianto scratched the dog and lion behind the ears. "Good boys!" he praised.
"...what?!" Jack just stared in confusion, and rubbed his eyes.
"They bought us some breakfast."
Jack gave Ianto a look, and reached out, poking the dead rabbit with his toe. "Does this happen often?"
"Dog likes to hunt. It keeps him from being bored"
The large animal snorted, and Ianto sighed. "And he's nearly as bad as Owen about getting me to eat."
Jack snickered and brushed the fish out of his lap, then wrapped him self around Ianto. "Hmm... so did you sleep well?"
"Better then I have in months."
"That's good." Jack nuzzled Ianto's neck, nipping the soft skin there. Ianto arched up into his touch.
"We could …" Jack let one hand trail down, brushing his fingers against the sensitive spot on Ianto's hip. "Celebrate." He finished with a leer.
Ianto's reply was muffled against pink fur as the lion wedged himself between the two men, waving a discarded fish in Ianto's face.
Ianto laughed and wiggled out of Jack's grip. "I have to make breakfast! If you keep that up, I'll never get anything done!"
Jack pouted. "Aww, but Ianto..."
The lion slapped a tentacle over Jack's mouth and Ianto laughed again.
"Shush. You can grope me after I cook breakfast. I think the guides are hungry." Ianto scolded, while he wriggled into a pair of jeans, reaching under a pile of straw and pulling out another pair for Jack. He gathered up the bodies and made his way to the campfire ring.
Ianto pulled some impossibly large knives from his back pocket and started cleaning and preparing the rabbit.
Jack watched for a minute, impressed by Ianto's obvious skill. That was new. "Need any help?"
Ianto narrowed his eyes at Jack. "Do you know how?"
"Ianto, I'm 170 years old."
"And do you know how to prepare rabbit and fish?"
Jack rolled his eyes. "Yes I do."
"Alright then." Ianto handed him the pile of fish and another knife.
Jack worked quietly with Ianto for awhile before he spoke again. "So this is what you've been doing all this time?"
Ianto looked over. "Cook? No I don't cook all day. Just at meal times."
Jack waves his hand, and the knife around. "I mean- catch and skin and cook... I mean this is all...fantasy right? Couldn't you just imagine a plate of food?"
Ianto shrugged. "It gives me something to do. And makes dog feel useful ...and stop waving that around before you put someone's eye out."
Jack put the knife down and continued to watch Ianto. He couldn't believe his camping-hating, archive-loving partner was choosing to live like this, instead of, say, a pleasure palace, with hot naked slave boys and girls waiting on him hand and foot.
At the very least a library or something!
Jack glanced back at the mausoleum. Ianto had chosen to stay with them. He tore his mind from that train of thought, and forced a grin.
"At least tell me you have a closet full of bunny skin loin cloths around here somewhere."
"Jack!" Ianto laughed, building up a small fire. "Actually," he admitted. "I tried. Figured I could make a bag or something. It wasn't very impressive."
The captain handed over the dressed fish. "You mean there's something that Ianto Jones isn't good at?" he asked, in mock disbelief.
"Hey! Keep that up and you'll never find out how good I've become at cooking rabbit."
Soon the smell of cooking food was drifting through the small clearing, and Ianto was handing him a plate of food and a fork. A leather mug of dark beer appeared next to Jack, and he raised an eyebrow.
Ianto shrugged. "That's what they drink in Robin Hood films. Its quite good once you get used to it." The mug emptied, and refilled with coffee.
Ianto brought his plate over, leaning in against Jack as they ate. Jack noticed that his young lover was feeding the guides more off of his plate than he was actually eating himself, but didn't say anything. He'd save the lectures for the real world.
After eating Jack eyed Ianto carefully. "So, are you ready to find a way to get out of here and go home?" Not that he didn’t enjoy playing house, but it was all a little too surreal for his taste. Ianto was handling it all a bit too well, as if he didn’t really believe that Jack had really found him, and was having breakfast with a hallucination.
"Home?" Ianto asked wistfully.
"Yep. Well technically Tosh's, but close enough."
Ianto laughed and climbed into Jack's arms and kissed him. "God Jack, I can't believe this is happening! You're really here, You and Owen are alive, and I'm going to get home..."
"That's right. We're gonna go home, and everything will be okay."
Ianto tensed. "But it won't. I still have this...curse. I could hurt you and Owen again, or someone else!"
Jack winced and hugged him tighter. "We- we'll figure something out. ...dials! Yes um. dial back the –" Jack paused, unsure what to call Ianto's unique power. "Like Owen and I dial back our senses. Have you tried that?"
Ianto rubbed his face. "No. I didn't want to think about it, let alone tinker with it. Could that work?"
"I don't know, Ianto... you know we've all been flying by the seat of our pants with all this. Why not try envisioning a dial?"
Ianto pushed him self up, and walked toward the edge of the clearing. Jack blinked at the sudden shift and started to follow.
Ianto was standing in front of a tree, looking at a large dial. Jack stopped and stared. Ok.... Ianto was taking him literally. It was an ornate gold dial. A bit steampunkish perhaps, but whatever worked.
The dog trotted past Jack, trailed by the lion. They both sat at Ianto's feet, looking up expectantly.
Ianto ignored him, and frowned at the brass plaque above the dial. The words shifted and melted, unsure of themselves. 'Murderer' surfaced briefly, as did 'Pain'. It cycled through a series of Welsh words, something suspiciously alien, or maybe russian, and a splatter of blood before finally settling on 'Psychic Ability'.
Ianto reached out, turning the dial all the way down. He then grit his teeth and snapped if off.
"IANTO! What?! What the hell did you just do?!" Jack yelled, rushing over to him, and caught Ianto around the waist to keep him from falling over.
Ianto let the dial fall from his hands, and the lion scooped it up, franticly trying to jam it back onto the broken knob protruding from the tree.
"Fixed it." Ianto said simply. "Owen- Owen can come here now, without me hurting him. Go. Go get him? Please?"
Jack ran his hands over Ianto, cupping his face. "Are you okay? Ianto!"
"I'm fine Jack. I fixed it."
"God Ianto, you just broke something in your brain!"
"Nothing important. Please? I want Owen."
"Sweetheart, I thought the point of this was to get out of here?"
"...I can't. I just...I can't. I know I can't. It'll come after me. Get, Owen? Please?"
Jack shook head head and sighed. "Alright, alright, I'll go get Owen."
Despite Ianto's protests that he was fine, Jack scooped him up, carrying him back into the mausoleum and the straw bed.
As soon as Jack laid Ianto down, the large dog was on top of ianto, examining him with nudges from his cold nose.
"It's gonna take some times. I have to talk to everyone, and explain everything, and time travels differently, so it might be a while, for you okay?"
Ianto nodded, pulling the imagined great coat over himself "I know, just...just go?"
Jack kissed Ianto deeply and wrapped the coat more closely around him. He turned and whistled, calling the swamp lion. The lion came running, still clutching the broken dial.
"You stay with Ianto. Keep him out of trouble."
The lion nodded franticly, snuggling into Ianto and wrapping his tentacles tightly around the young man's waist.
Jack shook his head. He kissed Ianto and gently knocked foreheads, then closed his eyes, willing him self back to his body.
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The spirit guide let out an annoyed chuff, and Jack heard a distinctly wet thud next to his ear.
Intrigued, Jack cracked opened one eye, only to be met with the lifeless gaze of a small white rabbit.
Jack yelped, flying back, climbing over Ianto in his haste, until he was pressed against his own crypt.
"What?! What?!" Ianto cried, waking up, looking around wildly, and clutching on to Jack's arm.
Jack stared in confused, only half awake disbelief as the dog rolled his eyes, then turned and wagged his tail at Ianto, nudging at the rabbit he'd just dropped on Jack's pillow.
A questioning 'mrowr' was the only warning Jack received before a small pile of fish landed in his lap.
He jumped again, glaring up at the smug swamp lion perched on top of the crypt, one fish still clutched in an upraised tentacle. The lion paused for the barest moment, then dropped the last fish directly onto Jack's nose.
Ianto grinned and patted the straw next to him. The lion immediately jumped down to nuzzle the young man affectionately. Ianto scratched the dog and lion behind the ears. "Good boys!" he praised.
"...what?!" Jack just stared in confusion, and rubbed his eyes.
"They bought us some breakfast."
Jack gave Ianto a look, and reached out, poking the dead rabbit with his toe. "Does this happen often?"
"Dog likes to hunt. It keeps him from being bored"
The large animal snorted, and Ianto sighed. "And he's nearly as bad as Owen about getting me to eat."
Jack snickered and brushed the fish out of his lap, then wrapped him self around Ianto. "Hmm... so did you sleep well?"
"Better then I have in months."
"That's good." Jack nuzzled Ianto's neck, nipping the soft skin there. Ianto arched up into his touch.
"We could …" Jack let one hand trail down, brushing his fingers against the sensitive spot on Ianto's hip. "Celebrate." He finished with a leer.
Ianto's reply was muffled against pink fur as the lion wedged himself between the two men, waving a discarded fish in Ianto's face.
Ianto laughed and wiggled out of Jack's grip. "I have to make breakfast! If you keep that up, I'll never get anything done!"
Jack pouted. "Aww, but Ianto..."
The lion slapped a tentacle over Jack's mouth and Ianto laughed again.
"Shush. You can grope me after I cook breakfast. I think the guides are hungry." Ianto scolded, while he wriggled into a pair of jeans, reaching under a pile of straw and pulling out another pair for Jack. He gathered up the bodies and made his way to the campfire ring.
Ianto pulled some impossibly large knives from his back pocket and started cleaning and preparing the rabbit.
Jack watched for a minute, impressed by Ianto's obvious skill. That was new. "Need any help?"
Ianto narrowed his eyes at Jack. "Do you know how?"
"Ianto, I'm 170 years old."
"And do you know how to prepare rabbit and fish?"
Jack rolled his eyes. "Yes I do."
"Alright then." Ianto handed him the pile of fish and another knife.
Jack worked quietly with Ianto for awhile before he spoke again. "So this is what you've been doing all this time?"
Ianto looked over. "Cook? No I don't cook all day. Just at meal times."
Jack waves his hand, and the knife around. "I mean- catch and skin and cook... I mean this is all...fantasy right? Couldn't you just imagine a plate of food?"
Ianto shrugged. "It gives me something to do. And makes dog feel useful ...and stop waving that around before you put someone's eye out."
Jack put the knife down and continued to watch Ianto. He couldn't believe his camping-hating, archive-loving partner was choosing to live like this, instead of, say, a pleasure palace, with hot naked slave boys and girls waiting on him hand and foot.
At the very least a library or something!
Jack glanced back at the mausoleum. Ianto had chosen to stay with them. He tore his mind from that train of thought, and forced a grin.
"At least tell me you have a closet full of bunny skin loin cloths around here somewhere."
"Jack!" Ianto laughed, building up a small fire. "Actually," he admitted. "I tried. Figured I could make a bag or something. It wasn't very impressive."
The captain handed over the dressed fish. "You mean there's something that Ianto Jones isn't good at?" he asked, in mock disbelief.
"Hey! Keep that up and you'll never find out how good I've become at cooking rabbit."
Soon the smell of cooking food was drifting through the small clearing, and Ianto was handing him a plate of food and a fork. A leather mug of dark beer appeared next to Jack, and he raised an eyebrow.
Ianto shrugged. "That's what they drink in Robin Hood films. Its quite good once you get used to it." The mug emptied, and refilled with coffee.
Ianto brought his plate over, leaning in against Jack as they ate. Jack noticed that his young lover was feeding the guides more off of his plate than he was actually eating himself, but didn't say anything. He'd save the lectures for the real world.
After eating Jack eyed Ianto carefully. "So, are you ready to find a way to get out of here and go home?" Not that he didn’t enjoy playing house, but it was all a little too surreal for his taste. Ianto was handling it all a bit too well, as if he didn’t really believe that Jack had really found him, and was having breakfast with a hallucination.
"Home?" Ianto asked wistfully.
"Yep. Well technically Tosh's, but close enough."
Ianto laughed and climbed into Jack's arms and kissed him. "God Jack, I can't believe this is happening! You're really here, You and Owen are alive, and I'm going to get home..."
"That's right. We're gonna go home, and everything will be okay."
Ianto tensed. "But it won't. I still have this...curse. I could hurt you and Owen again, or someone else!"
Jack winced and hugged him tighter. "We- we'll figure something out. ...dials! Yes um. dial back the –" Jack paused, unsure what to call Ianto's unique power. "Like Owen and I dial back our senses. Have you tried that?"
Ianto rubbed his face. "No. I didn't want to think about it, let alone tinker with it. Could that work?"
"I don't know, Ianto... you know we've all been flying by the seat of our pants with all this. Why not try envisioning a dial?"
Ianto pushed him self up, and walked toward the edge of the clearing. Jack blinked at the sudden shift and started to follow.
Ianto was standing in front of a tree, looking at a large dial. Jack stopped and stared. Ok.... Ianto was taking him literally. It was an ornate gold dial. A bit steampunkish perhaps, but whatever worked.
The dog trotted past Jack, trailed by the lion. They both sat at Ianto's feet, looking up expectantly.
Ianto ignored him, and frowned at the brass plaque above the dial. The words shifted and melted, unsure of themselves. 'Murderer' surfaced briefly, as did 'Pain'. It cycled through a series of Welsh words, something suspiciously alien, or maybe russian, and a splatter of blood before finally settling on 'Psychic Ability'.
Ianto reached out, turning the dial all the way down. He then grit his teeth and snapped if off.
"IANTO! What?! What the hell did you just do?!" Jack yelled, rushing over to him, and caught Ianto around the waist to keep him from falling over.
Ianto let the dial fall from his hands, and the lion scooped it up, franticly trying to jam it back onto the broken knob protruding from the tree.
"Fixed it." Ianto said simply. "Owen- Owen can come here now, without me hurting him. Go. Go get him? Please?"
Jack ran his hands over Ianto, cupping his face. "Are you okay? Ianto!"
"I'm fine Jack. I fixed it."
"God Ianto, you just broke something in your brain!"
"Nothing important. Please? I want Owen."
"Sweetheart, I thought the point of this was to get out of here?"
"...I can't. I just...I can't. I know I can't. It'll come after me. Get, Owen? Please?"
Jack shook head head and sighed. "Alright, alright, I'll go get Owen."
Despite Ianto's protests that he was fine, Jack scooped him up, carrying him back into the mausoleum and the straw bed.
As soon as Jack laid Ianto down, the large dog was on top of ianto, examining him with nudges from his cold nose.
"It's gonna take some times. I have to talk to everyone, and explain everything, and time travels differently, so it might be a while, for you okay?"
Ianto nodded, pulling the imagined great coat over himself "I know, just...just go?"
Jack kissed Ianto deeply and wrapped the coat more closely around him. He turned and whistled, calling the swamp lion. The lion came running, still clutching the broken dial.
"You stay with Ianto. Keep him out of trouble."
The lion nodded franticly, snuggling into Ianto and wrapping his tentacles tightly around the young man's waist.
Jack shook his head. He kissed Ianto and gently knocked foreheads, then closed his eyes, willing him self back to his body.
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Date: Friday, December 18th, 2009 04:17 pm (UTC)