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Nobody (TW SA)

Title: Nobody
Rating: pg
Summary: Jack can't help but feel that he's falling..
Characters/Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer: the characters all belong to RTD and the BBC, etc, I don’t own them
Author’s Notes: This is fluff. Pure fluff. You have been warned! Set late first series probably, no spoilers though. This just came about, a bit of fluff-smiley stuff is always nice. And thought it was approriate as my last post as a teenager, haha.
Song lyrics at the start are Darius - colour blind. Have no idea why that song came back to mind... but it did, and this happened. Comments please if you read, thank youu :)

Nobody warned me about your smile,
Nobody said you’d be so beautiful.

(Colour blind, Darius)

Jack stared through the glass portion that divided his office from the main hub. The rest of the team were working hard, sat at their computers. He could hear their laughter through the wall and he smiled. There were times when he would go out there, and join them or tell them to get on with their work, but today he didn’t feel so inclined. He liked hearing their laughter, it made him smile. He felt rather isolated there in his glass box.

He was thoroughly distracted from his work, just watching his team work. They made him happy.
His eyes rested on the young Welsh man who only recently had become so much of the team. When
Jack had hired him he hadn’t thought that he would draw him in like this. No one had warned him (why should they?) and he, Captain Jack Harkness had believed he was infallible. He wouldn’t fall that easily.

But he had. And he was still falling.


A knock on the door and Jack was bumped out of his daydream.

‘Yep, listening.’ He flashed Gwen his smile, showing her that he was listening.

She began talking to him – no at him – about some report that was coming in through the police that she thought they should be checking out. He was nodding in the right places, acting like he was listening, when really he was completely distracted.

‘You’re not listening are you?’

‘Why would you say that?’

Gwen just shook her head and put the file down on his desk. ‘There, work for you to do.’

‘Gwen,’ He called as she turned to go. ‘You’re right, maybe we should check this out.’ He nodded, and she grinned, happy with this.

‘Right, yes, thanks.’ She smiled and left his office, leaving him sat at his messy desk. He sighed and picked the file up, flicking through the contents. The words weren’t registering in his mind. He got to his feet, and went to the door that divided his office from the main hub.

‘Ianto.’ He called, his voice sounding through the hub.

Ianto turned at the sound of his voice and smiled at him.

‘Couldn’t make us some coffee could you?’ He asked.

‘Of course.’

Ianto left his desk, and Jack smiled as he watched him disappear to his coffee station, before bringing his attention back to Gwen who was waving more papers in his face.

‘Right, what we got here?’ He asked, taking a print out and scanning through it.

He frowned. ‘Gwen, keep checking the police reports... Tosh, check the rift activity for the past couple of hours, see what you can find, Owen...’ He gave the team their orders, and then not a moment too soon Ianto reappeared with a tray of steaming coffees. Jack grinned appreciatively.

As he held the warm coffee in his hands he watched Ianto as he moved from desk to desk, giving each team remember a mug of coffee, and taking away old mugs that were growing in piles.

Jack just stood there.

Nobody had warned him. Nothing had told him to stop. He was in too deep; he was past deciding things on his own terms. This was more than that. Ianto could take his heart and his mind and squeeze it through his fingers, and completely crush him. He managed to have that much of a hold over him. It scared Jack sometimes, the way he could feel like this. Especially when he had never meant to; but that was the way it always went, you always felt for those you thought you weren’t going to. There was something about Ianto that made him just want to be in his company, and hear his voice, and his laugh, constantly. And Ianto didn’t seem to mind it.

That was always a positive Jack pondered.


Jack jumped at the sound of Ianto’s voice, as the man appeared silently appeared next to him.
Or maybe Jack had been completely in his own world. He just nodded. Ianto was telling him that he was going down to the archives, and Jack was just stood there like an incompetent, love sick teenager, not that Jack would let Ianto know, but Ianto had all the advantages here.

Jack just nodded and Ianto disappeared, leaving Jack alone again, doing nothing, and feeling like a shop dummy stood there, immobile.

Nobody, nobody had said a thing to him. And now here he was, feeling like he had never thought he would. Nobody had warned him.

It was the smile.

Always the smile.


( 20 comments — Leave a comment )
Mar. 1st, 2010 06:53 pm (UTC)
AWW I loved this. I thought it was a good insight into the way Jack felt end of season 1/start of season 2 :)

P.S - The song Colourblind popped into my head earlier today; so incredibly weird that you thought of it :P
Mar. 1st, 2010 11:16 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much :) Glad that you thought so.

Woah really?! How weird is that!
Mar. 1st, 2010 07:08 pm (UTC)
I love the romantic yearning in this... Jack's view of how he was feeling. lovely.
Mar. 1st, 2010 11:16 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much :)
Mar. 1st, 2010 09:57 pm (UTC)
I just loved this fic, so perfect. It'd be great if there was one from Ianto's perspective


Mar. 1st, 2010 11:17 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much. Oooh maybe one day, I might just do that :)
Mar. 2nd, 2010 12:09 am (UTC)
Happy birthday.

Nice little piece of fluff.
Mar. 2nd, 2010 08:32 am (UTC)
Thank youuuuuu :D

And thanks again!
Mar. 2nd, 2010 02:05 am (UTC)
Love this!

Not a teenager any longer, huh? Happy birthday!
Mar. 2nd, 2010 08:32 am (UTC)
Thanks very much!

Nope.. scary hey! Thanks :)
Mar. 2nd, 2010 03:04 pm (UTC)
Loved it! So touching and very IC. Great fic :D.
Mar. 3rd, 2010 05:23 pm (UTC)
Thanks very much :D
Mar. 2nd, 2010 08:22 pm (UTC)
Mar. 3rd, 2010 05:23 pm (UTC)
thank youu :)
Mar. 5th, 2010 11:12 pm (UTC)
Jack, you're not alone- he got me, too! Lovely and fluffy, just the way I like 'em! *grin*
Mar. 8th, 2010 10:38 am (UTC)
haha, thanks for reading, glad you liked it :)
Jun. 2nd, 2010 03:38 pm (UTC)
This is really quite sweet - really makes Jack 'human', sort of takes him out of 'hero' status for a few minutes and makes him and his heart just like us and our hearts - fragile, lonely, open, strong, uncertain, knowing, breakable, yearning......

I really love it - I'd like it to continue from this perspective, from John's heart as he woos Ianto and seduces him and falls in love with him, but keeping the narrative from Jack's heart - both the good and the bad feelings coming out
Sep. 10th, 2010 09:51 am (UTC)
Thank you, sorry it took me so long to reply!
Yeah I know exactly what you mean, that part is so lovely.
Thank you :) Hmm, now that could be interesting.... thank you so much for the lovely comment! x
Sep. 9th, 2010 11:05 pm (UTC)
Really lovely story. They make such a sweet pair
Sep. 10th, 2010 09:51 am (UTC)
thank you! :) x
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quotes and things

“He’s like fire and ice and rage. He’s like the night and the storm and the heart of the sun…

He’s ancient and forever. He burns at the centre of the time and he can see the turn of the universe…and he’s wonderful.”

“They say you’re supposed to talk to people when they’re in a coma, don’t they? I have absolutely no idea whether you can hear me Jack.

I never heard of anyone coming out of one and carrying on the conversation. So I suspect it’s probably something the doctors tell us to do. To make us feel better, rather than help you. We don’t feel quite so useless and helpless. We get the feeling there’s still some sort of purpose in our lives. We’re not just waiting. Waiting for the science to work. Or the miracle to happen. Or the nightmare to end.

I’m not much of a talker Jack, you know that, but I’ll talk to you now on the off chance that it helps.

Just promise me, if you’re hearing this, that when you come round - and you’re going to Jack. You’re gonna come out of this - just promise me you’ll bring up anything I say to you now. How’s that? We got a deal?

This must be the longest I’ve ever looked at you and not see you smile. I’ve watched you in your sleep, did you know that? So many times.

Just woken up beside you in the middle of the night, and watched you. Watched your eyes move behind your eyelids as you dreamed. I tried to imagine what a man like you could possibly dream about. Things you’ve seen. The lives you’ve lived. The people you’ve loved. I wondered if you were dreaming about me, I hoped you’d be dreaming about me.

But let’s be honest Jack. I’m nothing more than a blip in time for you. Everyday I grow a little older. But you’re immortal. You’ve already lived a thousand lifetimes. How could you watch me grow old and die? How can I watch you live and never age a day?

I suppose we both know that will never be a problem. Not in this job. No-one in Torchwood ever lives to draw their pension, do they? Even if, by some miracle, I survive to see my hair turn grey, or god forbid fall out, I don’t kid myself that you’d still be around to see it.

One day you’ll go again, just like you did before, and this time you won’t be back.

Maybe that’s what you’re dreaming about those nights when I watch you sleeping. Maybe that’s why, even when you sleep, I see you smile. But you haven’t gone yet, Jack. I know that. I know you’re coming back to me.”

"But you never will be just a blip in time, Ianto Jones. Not for me."
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