"If you wish. But if you will not tell me my story, perhaps you could be enticed to tell me yours."
"I don't know your story, so I certainly can't tell you that."
Mind, I'm still going on my theory here. Ianto might not know Jack's full story, but he knows his part of it. And really, every story that Boe hears, he's always involved in some way, else why would the story be told to him? Perhaps that's the point of the stories - Boe hears them, and in hearing them, shapes himself. Perhaps that's why Ianto is there - not just to remind him that he was once human, but to make that memory part of his story again.
Ooo, I'm good. I'm probably wrong, but I'm good.
"...And if you tell me, it becomes mine, does it not? A story is a gift that you can give away and yet still keep. And sometimes, they become more in the telling."
Ha-ha!!!!! The story becomes part of Boe....but I do like the parallel, with telling stories, within a story. I hope you grinned for at least half an hour after writing that. :)
The Face seemed to smile. Ianto thought very seriously about banging his head into a wall until he was dead.
You know, the more aggravated Ianto is, the more Boe seems to enjoy it. Which is so very Jack. I love it. :)
"Tell me a story, young Ianto Jones. Tell me who I was, so that I should not forget you again for a long while."
*grin* I'm going to sit here and pretend this is my theory bearing itself out now.
"I'm not a storyteller, though."
"No? I'm surprised. What are you?"
"An archivist," he said defensively.
Ah, Ianto. In the end, it's the same thing, isn't it? Storytellers and Storykeepers still center around the story, even if they stand on opposite sides.
Ianto wondered briefly if the Face was killed -- would he revert? Rise and re-form back into the Jack that Ianto knew?
Man, wouldn't that freak out the minions?
He looked up. Maeve. Maeve was all right. Maeve would be decent, or at least sensible. Damn shame she didn't like men, they would have been great together. Ruthless. Cold. Like Torchwood back in the bad old days.
Wow. Pictures of Jack without Ianto, and they're both frickin' scary.
"I'm not a soldier," he said quietly, like someone had died. "Not for Ianto."
*grin*
It wasn't enough apparently that Jack was now a big giant head that didn't remember him at all and happened to be living in a jar. No, Jack was a big giant romantic head in a jar.
*bigger grin* A head after my own heart, he is.
Also, Rhys? Just about kills me here. I'm giggling like a maniac.
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Date: 2009-01-01 03:57 pm (UTC)"I don't know your story, so I certainly can't tell you that."
Mind, I'm still going on my theory here. Ianto might not know Jack's full story, but he knows his part of it. And really, every story that Boe hears, he's always involved in some way, else why would the story be told to him? Perhaps that's the point of the stories - Boe hears them, and in hearing them, shapes himself. Perhaps that's why Ianto is there - not just to remind him that he was once human, but to make that memory part of his story again.
Ooo, I'm good. I'm probably wrong, but I'm good.
"...And if you tell me, it becomes mine, does it not? A story is a gift that you can give away and yet still keep. And sometimes, they become more in the telling."
Ha-ha!!!!! The story becomes part of Boe....but I do like the parallel, with telling stories, within a story. I hope you grinned for at least half an hour after writing that. :)
The Face seemed to smile. Ianto thought very seriously about banging his head into a wall until he was dead.
You know, the more aggravated Ianto is, the more Boe seems to enjoy it. Which is so very Jack. I love it. :)
"Tell me a story, young Ianto Jones. Tell me who I was, so that I should not forget you again for a long while."
*grin* I'm going to sit here and pretend this is my theory bearing itself out now.
"I'm not a storyteller, though."
"No? I'm surprised. What are you?"
"An archivist," he said defensively.
Ah, Ianto. In the end, it's the same thing, isn't it? Storytellers and Storykeepers still center around the story, even if they stand on opposite sides.
Ianto wondered briefly if the Face was killed -- would he revert? Rise and re-form back into the Jack that Ianto knew?
Man, wouldn't that freak out the minions?
He looked up. Maeve. Maeve was all right. Maeve would be decent, or at least sensible. Damn shame she didn't like men, they would have been great together. Ruthless. Cold. Like Torchwood back in the bad old days.
Wow. Pictures of Jack without Ianto, and they're both frickin' scary.
"I'm not a soldier," he said quietly, like someone had died. "Not for Ianto."
*grin*
It wasn't enough apparently that Jack was now a big giant head that didn't remember him at all and happened to be living in a jar. No, Jack was a big giant romantic head in a jar.
*bigger grin* A head after my own heart, he is.
Also, Rhys? Just about kills me here. I'm giggling like a maniac.