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Title: "Shelter"
Disclaimer: Being a bloke who likes to slash pretty men doesn't make me RTD, I don't work for the BBC, and as much as I might like to, I don't own Jack or Ianto or any part of Torchwood. I do, however, order pizza under that name on principle.
Pairings: Jack/Nancy, Jack/"James"
Rating: PG-13, give or take.
Notes/Summary: In the basement of the Ritz, there's more than one sort of shelter.
Captain Jack Harkness can hear the shift of clothing in the near-dark behind him. The band is playing—to muffle the sound of planes and pass the time – but even so, the low gasp and sigh of a young soldier’s girl giving her boy what she can is unmistakable. There are better places to do it than the Ritz’s cellar, he thinks, but he understands the impulse.
He listens to their furtive, desperate breaths. He’s glad Nancy is gone. What he wants – what he imagines in those voices behind him – doesn’t bear articulating. James is just another kind of shelter.
Disclaimer: Being a bloke who likes to slash pretty men doesn't make me RTD, I don't work for the BBC, and as much as I might like to, I don't own Jack or Ianto or any part of Torchwood. I do, however, order pizza under that name on principle.
Pairings: Jack/Nancy, Jack/"James"
Rating: PG-13, give or take.
Notes/Summary: In the basement of the Ritz, there's more than one sort of shelter.
Captain Jack Harkness can hear the shift of clothing in the near-dark behind him. The band is playing—to muffle the sound of planes and pass the time – but even so, the low gasp and sigh of a young soldier’s girl giving her boy what she can is unmistakable. There are better places to do it than the Ritz’s cellar, he thinks, but he understands the impulse.
He listens to their furtive, desperate breaths. He’s glad Nancy is gone. What he wants – what he imagines in those voices behind him – doesn’t bear articulating. James is just another kind of shelter.