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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[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Want to do it now?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Do you want to?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

If you feel up to it.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[He nods, turning to look at the guns, eventually picking one he knows he could use practice with.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack moves in to stand behind Ianto, gently guiding his body into a shooting position. He knows he already has experience with tis, but it never hurts to go over the basics, right?]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[If Jack wants to go over the basics with him, Ianto isn't going to complain... but he does have some idea of what he's doing, so he's perfectly happy releasing the safety and firing a few shots at the target. Neither of the bullets hits the centre, but both get the target. \o/]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack smiles, though he knows Ianto can't see it. He moves his arm a few inches closer to the center, lining it up much better with his body, then raises the gun slightly] Try again

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

You're acting like I've never done this before. [He rolls his eyes, but fires anyway... and this time he does manage to hit the bullseye.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

See? Never hurts to go back to basics.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

I'm used to moving targets. Sometimes it's harder to go back to the still ones.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

It helps to practice every onc in a while. [Jack settles himself against Ianto, wrapping his arms loosely around his waist and resting his chin on his shoulder]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

I don't tend to practice as much as I should. [He lowers the gun, glancing back at him.] ...feeling any better now?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Honestly? Not at all.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

You sure talking won't help?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Rather not think about it. [It comes out as more of a mumble, since he's pressing his face to Ianto's neck now]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

There's got to be something that will help you.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Says who?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[He puts the gun back on the counter, leaning back against Jack slightly exasperatedly.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't say anything, more than happy to just stay like this with Ianto]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[He forces himself to relax, stroking Jack's hand lightly with one of his own.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack sighs, closing his eyes and squeezing Ianto softly, holding him closer]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto turns round, resting his head on Jack's shoulder.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack tenses the slightest bit, because Ianto's skin is starting to feel warm against his skin, and it's starting to remind him a little too much of how the melted metal felt]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[He frowns, pulling back and running a thumb across his cheek.] You alright?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Hesitates for a fraction of a second, then nods, purposely leaning into the touch. He's determined not to react the same way he did about the hand-thing.

It's hard, though]