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]

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]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto's own touch becomes slightly less hesitant, and he pulls Jack closer.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack is more than happy to oblige, resting his chin on Ianto's head and rubbing his back softly]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[He nuzzles into his neck at that, one hand stroking the back of his head.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack relaxes almost fully now, humming contently under his breath]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto smiles slightly, pulling back to look at him.] Any better now?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Returns the smile] Maybe a bit.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Predictable as ever.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Gives him a hurt look, though he's obviously trying not to smile] I'd like to think I'm anything but.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Depends on which way you look at it.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Is that so?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

I believe it is.