Ianto's disappearance had been worrisome, humiliating, inconvenient and angry-making. He wasn't letting him off the hook easily, and he sure as hell wasn't going to give his team whatever ridiculous romantic show they were apparently craving.
Oh, phooey to you, Jack. You want the romantic show, too, you're just still too pissed with yourself.
I was fucking scared. And you betraying me seemed a lot better than the Doctor getting you killed.
Sure. Because if Ianto did something as simply as betray Jack, then he'd still be alive. If he was killed, then Jack couldn't be angry at him, he'd only have the Doctor to be angry with, and Jack can't be angry with the Doctor. Very simple logic there.
Ianto knew that this sound, this moment had been waiting for him all this time, and it would be here forever, always and forever. No matter how far they went, and long after he'd crumbled and turned to dust, this was here and this was theirs.
"I finally understand," he whispered.
Jack pressed his hand. Turning his head slightly, Ianto could see the corner of Jack's mouth quirking into a rueful, poignant smile. He didn't ask what Ianto meant; instead, almost as if he'd heard the rest of Ianto's unspoken thought, he said a single sentence aloud.
"All times are now."
You know, you could leave it here, and never touch it again, and it would still be perfect.
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Date: 2009-01-01 05:16 pm (UTC)Oh, phooey to you, Jack. You want the romantic show, too, you're just still too pissed with yourself.
I was fucking scared. And you betraying me seemed a lot better than the Doctor getting you killed.
Sure. Because if Ianto did something as simply as betray Jack, then he'd still be alive. If he was killed, then Jack couldn't be angry at him, he'd only have the Doctor to be angry with, and Jack can't be angry with the Doctor. Very simple logic there.
Ianto knew that this sound, this moment had been waiting for him all this time, and it would be here forever, always and forever. No matter how far they went, and long after he'd crumbled and turned to dust, this was here and this was theirs.
"I finally understand," he whispered.
Jack pressed his hand. Turning his head slightly, Ianto could see the corner of Jack's mouth quirking into a rueful, poignant smile. He didn't ask what Ianto meant; instead, almost as if he'd heard the rest of Ianto's unspoken thought, he said a single sentence aloud.
"All times are now."
You know, you could leave it here, and never touch it again, and it would still be perfect.
I hope you don't.
But you could.
Thank you. You deserved the win. But thank you.