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buttononthetopTitle: Drabble - Jack’s Arms (Body Parts 6/10)
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Jack and Ianto belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around!
Notes: I wanted to see if I could dabble with the boys...er, that should be DRabble. :) Getting your point across in 100 words exactly is HARD! But I had fun and since there are so many body parts, I just kept going. They're totally not connected, so feel free to read one or all as you like. Comments are like crack to me now. Seriously, I'm addicted!! :o)
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Jack’s strong arms are safety, refuge, sanctuary. Ianto shudders in Jack’s arms, fighting away the tears, the memories, the pain. It had been a nightmare, worse than anything else they had ever faced together. Ianto doesn’t think he will ever recover from what he’s seen, what he’s heard, or what he’s done.
“Ianto, it’s alright now. I’ve got you, love. Everything is fine.” Jack whispers soothing nonsense as he tightens his arms around Ianto.
Nothing will ever be fine again. Ianto knows this, but somehow here in Jack’s arms, he can pretend, and maybe, just maybe he can breathe again.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Jack and Ianto belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around!
Notes: I wanted to see if I could dabble with the boys...er, that should be DRabble. :) Getting your point across in 100 words exactly is HARD! But I had fun and since there are so many body parts, I just kept going. They're totally not connected, so feel free to read one or all as you like. Comments are like crack to me now. Seriously, I'm addicted!! :o)
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Jack’s strong arms are safety, refuge, sanctuary. Ianto shudders in Jack’s arms, fighting away the tears, the memories, the pain. It had been a nightmare, worse than anything else they had ever faced together. Ianto doesn’t think he will ever recover from what he’s seen, what he’s heard, or what he’s done.
“Ianto, it’s alright now. I’ve got you, love. Everything is fine.” Jack whispers soothing nonsense as he tightens his arms around Ianto.
Nothing will ever be fine again. Ianto knows this, but somehow here in Jack’s arms, he can pretend, and maybe, just maybe he can breathe again.
