12- Nevere quite another like it

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack appears on the Plane, this time with all of Torchwood's shooting range. He's wearing the standard goggles and muflers, and besides him is a small table. On it are several different types of guns, including a Contemporary Polish WIST-94, a Taurus PT145 .45 ACP pistol, and an Enfield Mk II Revolver. All the guns have obviously been customized and  bear either the Torchwood symbol like the mufflers, or have 'TORCHWOOD' printed on the side.

He shoots each one in turn, almost always hitting the center of the target, arm steady and position very nearly perfect. With each shot fired, however, he looks increasingly annoyed, slamming the last gun down on the table angrily as he mutters darkly under his breath]

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[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't speak for a long time, and when he does he's slightly tentative.] ...do you want to tell me?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[It takes a long time for Jack to speak up, and when he finally does his tone is bitter] It was destroyed.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

How bad was the damage? We might be able to find someone who could repair it.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

It's a heap of molten metal now. [And as he speaks his grip tightens again, anger seeping into his voice]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

...oh. [His arms loosen, and he sounds a bit more uncertain now.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack doesn't speak up again or offer an explanation, just stays like that, torn between wanting to push Ianto away and holding on to him]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[He tightens his grip again after a moment, hoping Jack won't decide to push him away,] What happened?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack still doesn't speak up. He let's go of the table, only to grab another gun and, with Ianto still holding him, starts firing at the targets once again, each shot no more than a few inches from the center]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto takes the gun off him, placing it back on the table before taking a step back.] This isn't helping.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[He shoots him a glare, then turn back towards the targets] It's not supposed to.

I need a new gun.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Then get a new Webley. They're not impossible to get hold of.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[He tenses completely for a moment, slowly turning to finally face Ianto] Don't you think I know that? The last thing I want is new Webley.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

What happened, Jack?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Does it matter?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

It obviously does.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Don't be an idiot, Ianto. How it got destroyed has nothing to do with the fact that I don't want a new one.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Right. And it's perfectly normal for you to react to questions like that.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Last I checked I wasn't exactly normal to begin with.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

How did it get turned into molten metal?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[He goes quiet again, unconsciously twitching his finger as if he were pulling a trigger]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[He takes hold of Jack's hands again, watching him carefully to see whether he'll give a response.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack let's him, his eyes drifting down to Ianto's hands over his own]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

...are you going to tell me?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

I don't want you to know.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

So you're just going to shut me out?