Mere Anarchy
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custodianTitle: "Mere Anarchy"
Disclaimer: Being a bloke who likes to slash pretty men doesn't make me RTD, I don't work for the BBC, and as much as I might like to, I don't own Jack or Ianto or any part of Torchwood. I do, however, order pizza under that name on principle.
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Explicit reference to Torchwood 2x13 - "Exit Wounds"
Notes/Summary: Jack tries to understand what he's become. Ianto deploys poetry. Written for the July 4 prompt at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
horizonssing. You can find the poem Jack and Ianto quote to one another (and information about it) here.
"Sittin' here resting my bones
And this loneliness won't leave me alone
It's two thousand miles I roamed
Just to make this dock my home"
- "(SITTIN' ON) THE DOCK OF THE BAY" by Otis Redding and Steve Cropper
Well, more than two thousand miles, Jack thought bitterly as he leaned against a railing and gazed out across the water while the sun sank below the horizon. More like two thousand years and change.
Cardiff was still broken. His team was still broken. And as for him?
Well, he didn’t know what he was anymore.
Older than The Doctor. Older than Cardiff. Older than lots of things, and it’s not over yet. It’ll never, ever be over. Not even when the sun goes out. Not even when…
“Jack.”
He drew a sharp breath and tried to relax, but his hands gripped harder to the rail, and his forearms shook.
“Shh,” Ianto murmured, pressing close and putting his arms around Jack’s waist. “Jack, it’s okay.”
“Everything falls apart. Everything but me,” Jack whimpered as the tears pricked in his eyes. I can’t do this. I can’t.
“The darkness drops again; but now I know that twenty centuries of stony sleep were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle.”
Jack blinked, baffled. “Yeats?”
“Yeats,” Ianto confirmed, murmuring softly into his hair. “You remember Yeats.”
“I remember Yeats.” His hands relaxed on the railing and his breathing slowed. He felt Ianto’s breath on his cheek. “Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.”
Ianto smiled against his skin. “Mere anarchy hasn’t met Jack Harkness.”
Disclaimer: Being a bloke who likes to slash pretty men doesn't make me RTD, I don't work for the BBC, and as much as I might like to, I don't own Jack or Ianto or any part of Torchwood. I do, however, order pizza under that name on principle.
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Explicit reference to Torchwood 2x13 - "Exit Wounds"
Notes/Summary: Jack tries to understand what he's become. Ianto deploys poetry. Written for the July 4 prompt at
horizonssing. You can find the poem Jack and Ianto quote to one another (and information about it) here.And this loneliness won't leave me alone
It's two thousand miles I roamed
Just to make this dock my home"
- "(SITTIN' ON) THE DOCK OF THE BAY" by Otis Redding and Steve Cropper
Well, more than two thousand miles, Jack thought bitterly as he leaned against a railing and gazed out across the water while the sun sank below the horizon. More like two thousand years and change.
Cardiff was still broken. His team was still broken. And as for him?
Well, he didn’t know what he was anymore.
Older than The Doctor. Older than Cardiff. Older than lots of things, and it’s not over yet. It’ll never, ever be over. Not even when the sun goes out. Not even when…
“Jack.”
He drew a sharp breath and tried to relax, but his hands gripped harder to the rail, and his forearms shook.
“Shh,” Ianto murmured, pressing close and putting his arms around Jack’s waist. “Jack, it’s okay.”
“Everything falls apart. Everything but me,” Jack whimpered as the tears pricked in his eyes. I can’t do this. I can’t.
“The darkness drops again; but now I know that twenty centuries of stony sleep were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle.”
Jack blinked, baffled. “Yeats?”
“Yeats,” Ianto confirmed, murmuring softly into his hair. “You remember Yeats.”
“I remember Yeats.” His hands relaxed on the railing and his breathing slowed. He felt Ianto’s breath on his cheek. “Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.”
Ianto smiled against his skin. “Mere anarchy hasn’t met Jack Harkness.”