Between the Shores by misslucyjane
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Title: Between the Shores
Author:
misslucyjane
Genre: Romance, Hurt/Comfort
Rating: R-rated
Summary: "Love changes you—for the better, if you're lucky—and I don't know if I can handle how you changed me. But you did change me, Jack, and then you were gone."
Status: Complete
Length: Oneshot, ~4090
Warnings: None really. O_O Post-End of Days. Pre-season 2.
Comment or Excerpt from fic: I was surprised that noone has recced this one yet, considering it's written by one of the most popular authors from the fandom. xD This one is one of my favorite oneshots. I love h/c fics and in this one I love it how Jack is broken in more ways than one and Ianto takes care of him, eventhough he's not really talking to Jack anymore; and also it has the team worried about Ianto too. *sniff* Beautiful fic.
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Author:
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Genre: Romance, Hurt/Comfort
Rating: R-rated
Summary: "Love changes you—for the better, if you're lucky—and I don't know if I can handle how you changed me. But you did change me, Jack, and then you were gone."
Status: Complete
Length: Oneshot, ~4090
Warnings: None really. O_O Post-End of Days. Pre-season 2.
Comment or Excerpt from fic: I was surprised that noone has recced this one yet, considering it's written by one of the most popular authors from the fandom. xD This one is one of my favorite oneshots. I love h/c fics and in this one I love it how Jack is broken in more ways than one and Ianto takes care of him, eventhough he's not really talking to Jack anymore; and also it has the team worried about Ianto too. *sniff* Beautiful fic.
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Jack let go of his hand and started stroking his head, slowly following his hairline. "You're wearing yourself out, nursing me."
"I've no complaints, sir."
"Is that so." He scratched his nails over Ianto's scalp and Ianto inhaled sharply. "It hasn't escaped my notice that things are . . . different, since I came back."
Ianto opened his eyes and wondered if he should move away. "That's so, sir."
"Why? Weren't you happy before?"
Ianto clenched his hands, and forced them to relax. "I was." He got to his feet. "Are you going to want a sedative tonight?"
"No," Jack said, watching him with concern. "I don't need help sleeping. Ianto—"
"It's the past, sir," Ianto said. He swallowed and held out his hands. "Give me your arm and I'll help you up."
"We need to talk about this."
"I don't believe there's anything to talk about, sir." He held out his hands more insistently. "You need to rest."
"I've no complaints, sir."
"Is that so." He scratched his nails over Ianto's scalp and Ianto inhaled sharply. "It hasn't escaped my notice that things are . . . different, since I came back."
Ianto opened his eyes and wondered if he should move away. "That's so, sir."
"Why? Weren't you happy before?"
Ianto clenched his hands, and forced them to relax. "I was." He got to his feet. "Are you going to want a sedative tonight?"
"No," Jack said, watching him with concern. "I don't need help sleeping. Ianto—"
"It's the past, sir," Ianto said. He swallowed and held out his hands. "Give me your arm and I'll help you up."
"We need to talk about this."
"I don't believe there's anything to talk about, sir." He held out his hands more insistently. "You need to rest."