time for change;
Gen. Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, (team);
U-Rated; 500words; Set shortly after 1.04 "Cyberwoman",
Ianto returns to work, and Jack muses.
It was as if the entire incident with the Cyberwoman had never happened, Jack mused, leaning back in his chair only a week later and watching his team discreetly over the rim of a freshly brewed mug of coffee. Toshiko, Owen and Gwen were at their respective desks, working on their latest caseload whilst still managing to exchange the friendly banter that had become their norm. Ianto, aside from having just brewed everyone fresh mugs of coffee, was doing his best to blend into the woodwork, which- Jack realised with a jolt and the guilty clenching of his gut- was also his norm.
Sitting forward with a frown, Jack focussed his eyes on Ianto, watching as the young Welshman went about his own duties without so much as a word or a glance in his fellows’ direction and, as a result, was easily forgotten. Jack had never noticed just how well Ianto had mastered the art of making himself invisible to his colleagues, but then Jack assumed that was actually the point.
Pressing his lips into a thin line, he allowed his eyes to fall shut- the dark aroma of his coffee filling his nostrils as he inhaled deeply- allowing his mind to take him back to that night, allowing himself to remember the moment when he’d had his gun pointed at Ianto’s head, had the man kneeling and all but broken before him yelling at Jack, screaming that he had no business judging Ianto when Jack didn’t know a damn thing about him.
When was the last time you asked me a thing about my life?
When, indeed? When had he taken the time to ask any of his fellows about their lives? Ianto’s words brought home the fact that Jack had become too far removed from human society, more so than any victim profile of Gwen’s ever could. Maybe… maybe if he’d taken an interest, allowed himself just a moment to look that little bit deeper… maybe even Suzie could have been saved…
Jack’s eyes snapped open, not liking where his line of thought was taking him.
[ end. ]
[ written as part of Caspe-Wri-Mo ]