Double Drabble: Traumatic
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badly_knittedTitle: Traumatic
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badly_knittedCharacters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 858: Breath / Breathe at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack’s deaths are as traumatic for Ianto as they are for Jack.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
It hurt Ianto every time to see Jack dead again, however it had happened. The bloody deaths were the worst, the ones where he’d been shot, or ripped open by a Weevil or other vicious alien, but even the quieter deaths were traumatic. Finding his lover simply lying there, eyes open but lifeless, unseeing, so unnaturally still and silent, not even breathing… Because Jack wasn’t the kind of man to stay still for long, and he was almost never silent.
But every time Ianto found Jack dead, he pushed aside his horror and disgust, did his best to ignore the blood, and the sight of internal organs that should never be visible outside an operating theatre, and knelt in the dirt, gathering the man he loved into his arms, settling in to wait.
If seeing Jack dead was traumatic for Ianto, then dying and reviving must be at least as traumatic for Jack. Why else would he come back to life flailing for something to get hold of, something to anchor him in those first few agonising moments as he took that first gasping breath, chest labouring until his lungs started to cooperate and his body remembered how to breathe?
The End
But every time Ianto found Jack dead, he pushed aside his horror and disgust, did his best to ignore the blood, and the sight of internal organs that should never be visible outside an operating theatre, and knelt in the dirt, gathering the man he loved into his arms, settling in to wait.
If seeing Jack dead was traumatic for Ianto, then dying and reviving must be at least as traumatic for Jack. Why else would he come back to life flailing for something to get hold of, something to anchor him in those first few agonising moments as he took that first gasping breath, chest labouring until his lungs started to cooperate and his body remembered how to breathe?
The End
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