Change for the World -- New Revelations
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gracie_musicaTitle: New Revelations
Count the Ways prompt: Pwned!Doctor
Date Written: 6/26/08
Rating: PG-13/T
Word Count: 651
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Doctor
Spoilers: Torchwood Season 1 & 2, Doctor Who Season 03
Warnings: None
Author's Notes: This one's for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
teachwriteslash. She knows why.
Previous chapters found here.
Jack could hear the raised voices from his and Ianto's room down the hall.
He frowned a little, setting his book aside and rolling out of bed. Ianto and the Doctor hadn't had an argument yet -- shows of wills, of course, two hard-headed Time Lords butting against one another, but this was an honest-to-goodness knock-down.
It was probably because Ianto hadn't been feeling well lately. Ianto had a tendency to push himself through anything until he was forced to stop by a worsening condition or Jack just broke down and tied him to the nearest stable object. The Doctor, mother hen that he tended to become, was understandably worried about his great-grandson's sudden flu.
Jack, of course, hadn't been a help when he'd had enough and told the Doctor to leave poor Ianto alone, that he was a big boy and could handle himself (and the rest of them, TARDIS included). The Doctor had snapped back at him that if he didn't care about the health of his lover, then he should just go back home.
That had hurt. He did care about Ianto, but the young Time Lord would just smile and tell him that everything was all right. Ianto would tell him if it was something serious. He wasn't stupid. The Doctor, from the tone of voice he was using, seemed to think differently.
Jack left his room, following the raised voices. The argument was coming from the TARDIS' infirmary, and as the immortal neared the room, he could hear their words.
"--You are too young!" the Doctor was shouting.
"I'm nearly seventy-five," Ianto's voice was raised as well, something Jack didn't hear every day. He knew that Time Lords aged more slowly than humans so Ianto was probably older than he passed himself off to be, but having a round figure was always a plus.
"Just a baby."
"You had one by my age!"
"That was completely different, and you know it."
Jack frowned a little. One what? A hereditary sickness, maybe, or some sort of ritualistic regeneration?
Oh, he'd miss this Ianto Jones. But he'd still be Jack's Ianto Jones, so it didn't matter what Ianto turned into.
"Great-grandfather, think about it." There was a shifting, like someone sliding off a table. "Really, think about it."
There was a long pause before the Doctor's voice came, almost too soft for Jack to pick up. "As much as I want it -- and oh, I do -- it's too risky. And I'm not letting you do it for him."
"I'm not asking you to let me." Jack could hear the smirk on Ianto's face.
"He's wrong." The words still made Jack shiver.
"No," Ianto's voice was hard. "You are."
"Jack is not going to change, he's a FACT!"
"I LOVE HIM!"
Complete silence followed Ianto's shout. Jack peered carefully around the door frame like a naughty child, grinning just a little at shock on the Doctor's face. The two Time Lords were toe-to-toe, both of them with their hands on their hips in perfect mirror images of each other.
Jack had the sudden urge to meet Ianto's mother.
"Fine!" the Doctor said, stepping back. "When he bolts you'd better not get mad at me when I say I told you so."
"He won't," Ianto said. "Jack's different from the person you first met. He's responsible."
"He left you before." The Doctor's arms crossed over his chest.
"For you!" Ianto argued back. "And he came back after he'd done what he needed to do."
"I just don't want you to get hurt, Ianto." The Doctor's voice turned soothing.
"I know what I'm doing." Ianto moved to lean back on the table. "And if you don't like it, you don't have to be involved in your great-great-grandchild's life."
If the Doctor said anything in reply, Jack missed it when he was falling to the floor in a faint.
Count the Ways prompt: Pwned!Doctor
Date Written: 6/26/08
Rating: PG-13/T
Word Count: 651
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Doctor
Spoilers: Torchwood Season 1 & 2, Doctor Who Season 03
Warnings: None
Author's Notes: This one's for
teachwriteslash. She knows why.Previous chapters found here.
Jack could hear the raised voices from his and Ianto's room down the hall.
He frowned a little, setting his book aside and rolling out of bed. Ianto and the Doctor hadn't had an argument yet -- shows of wills, of course, two hard-headed Time Lords butting against one another, but this was an honest-to-goodness knock-down.
It was probably because Ianto hadn't been feeling well lately. Ianto had a tendency to push himself through anything until he was forced to stop by a worsening condition or Jack just broke down and tied him to the nearest stable object. The Doctor, mother hen that he tended to become, was understandably worried about his great-grandson's sudden flu.
Jack, of course, hadn't been a help when he'd had enough and told the Doctor to leave poor Ianto alone, that he was a big boy and could handle himself (and the rest of them, TARDIS included). The Doctor had snapped back at him that if he didn't care about the health of his lover, then he should just go back home.
That had hurt. He did care about Ianto, but the young Time Lord would just smile and tell him that everything was all right. Ianto would tell him if it was something serious. He wasn't stupid. The Doctor, from the tone of voice he was using, seemed to think differently.
Jack left his room, following the raised voices. The argument was coming from the TARDIS' infirmary, and as the immortal neared the room, he could hear their words.
"--You are too young!" the Doctor was shouting.
"I'm nearly seventy-five," Ianto's voice was raised as well, something Jack didn't hear every day. He knew that Time Lords aged more slowly than humans so Ianto was probably older than he passed himself off to be, but having a round figure was always a plus.
"Just a baby."
"You had one by my age!"
"That was completely different, and you know it."
Jack frowned a little. One what? A hereditary sickness, maybe, or some sort of ritualistic regeneration?
Oh, he'd miss this Ianto Jones. But he'd still be Jack's Ianto Jones, so it didn't matter what Ianto turned into.
"Great-grandfather, think about it." There was a shifting, like someone sliding off a table. "Really, think about it."
There was a long pause before the Doctor's voice came, almost too soft for Jack to pick up. "As much as I want it -- and oh, I do -- it's too risky. And I'm not letting you do it for him."
"I'm not asking you to let me." Jack could hear the smirk on Ianto's face.
"He's wrong." The words still made Jack shiver.
"No," Ianto's voice was hard. "You are."
"Jack is not going to change, he's a FACT!"
"I LOVE HIM!"
Complete silence followed Ianto's shout. Jack peered carefully around the door frame like a naughty child, grinning just a little at shock on the Doctor's face. The two Time Lords were toe-to-toe, both of them with their hands on their hips in perfect mirror images of each other.
Jack had the sudden urge to meet Ianto's mother.
"Fine!" the Doctor said, stepping back. "When he bolts you'd better not get mad at me when I say I told you so."
"He won't," Ianto said. "Jack's different from the person you first met. He's responsible."
"He left you before." The Doctor's arms crossed over his chest.
"For you!" Ianto argued back. "And he came back after he'd done what he needed to do."
"I just don't want you to get hurt, Ianto." The Doctor's voice turned soothing.
"I know what I'm doing." Ianto moved to lean back on the table. "And if you don't like it, you don't have to be involved in your great-great-grandchild's life."
If the Doctor said anything in reply, Jack missed it when he was falling to the floor in a faint.
